Chapter 13 Are you a crow spirit?
Sang Zhizhi: !!!
She stood there, like a little hamster that had lost its dreams.
"slander!"
She frantically waved her hands in denial, shouting, "This is blatant slander!!"
Jiang Gansu gave her a disdainful look, “... ...it’s blatant.”
Even though every time he spoke, it would aggravate his wound, his obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in and he couldn't help but correct her.
Sang Zhizhi glared at him with a hint of anger.
She hates this bad brother!
“...Zhizhi, come here.”
Sensing the seriousness in his mother's tone, the little cub lowered his head and walked over.
Deng Qiu crouched down, staring at her with a serious expression. "Why did you lie?"
"I... ..."
She stammered, her fingers crumpling the hem of her clothes.
Jiang Gansu interjected expressionlessly, "She heard Aunt Liu talking about you behind your back, so she deliberately provoked Aunt Liu to attack. Of course, she was faster and threw hot water at her first, then sat on the ground and framed Aunt Liu."
He recounted the entire incident in his own words.
Jiang was ruthless in catching up with Su Zhou; he was the one who reported him, and he was also the one who explained the inside story.
Liu Qing was completely wrong, which is why he gave false testimony and didn't expose Sang Zhizhi's lies.
But Sang Zhizhi wasn't entirely right, so afterwards, he would still complain to his father in front of him.
Hearing him blurt everything out, Xiao Zhizhi's expression changed.
She cautiously peered at her father's expression, her heart pounding.
If it were the old Sang Lao Er, he probably would have already been furious and beaten himself up.
And what about this father now?
Will he suddenly get angry and blame himself for being too naughty and doing bad things?
Zhizhi's lips were a little pale.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Anchao listened quietly, his expression unreadable, "So what? Since you understand the logic, why are you still here suing her?"
The atmosphere inside was somewhat tense.
"Wrong is wrong!"
Gan Su remained unfazed and insisted, "Aunt Liu did make a mistake, but she definitely didn't push her. She fell down on her own. Isn't this a lie and a frame-up?"
Jiang An sneered, "She framed me? You saw Liu Qing try to push her with your own eyes. The fact that she didn't push her only proves that Zhizhi reacted quickly. Does she have to get hit to prove that the other party laid a hand on her? As for lying... did she lie? Liu Qing did indeed lay a hand on her. She lied, but didn't you lie too?"
Sang Zhizhi couldn't help but give her father a mental thumbs up.
How could I not have thought of that!
That rebuttal was so cool!
"You're just being biased..."
Jiang Gansu's eyes were already red with tears. "You don't scold her when she makes a mistake, but you don't blame her either when her mother caused me to take a needle prick and almost die. Now that you've married a new wife, does this mean there's no place for the two of us in this house anymore?!"
"Shut up!"
Jiang Anchao's face darkened. "The matter of inserting the needle to harm you was absolutely not done by your Aunt Deng. I will report it to the police and find out the truth. It's not your place to talk nonsense here!"
"No one else has entered our yard today except for her and Aunt Liu!"
Jiang Gansu had an emotional outburst. He stepped forward and tried to tear at Deng Qiu's sleeve, desperately trying to find evidence of her crimes on her.
Deng Qiu, mindful that he was still injured, did not dare to push him away and let him rummage through her sleeves and pockets.
Jiang Gansu frantically searched every inch of the place, but apart from a crumpled two-cent coin left in Deng Qiu's pocket, he couldn't find anything else.
Her clothes were faded from washing, the cuffs were frayed, and her fingers had blisters from washing clothes and cooking that morning.
Where's the needle?
What about the other half of the needle?
There should be traces left behind if she did something, right?
Jiang Gansu became increasingly anxious as he searched, as if something he had always held dear was quietly crumbling within him.
"You bastard! You're not allowed to bully my mom!" Sang Zhizhi grabbed his hand tightly.
"Jiang Gansu, stop!"
Jiang Anchao rarely lost his temper, grabbing his collar and kicking him in the buttocks.
"Are you asking for a beating if I haven't beaten you up enough?!"
"Hey!" Deng Qiu reached out to stop him, "Talk it out properly, don't hit the child!"
Jiang Gansu took a solid kick, but disbelief still lingered in his eyes.
Sang Zhizhi stood in front of her mother, her small body blocking her way, clutching the two cents she had just found.
"My mother didn't ask for a single penny in the divorce so she could take me with her. She only had a little money left in her pocket. Yesterday, there were no eggs left in the kitchen, and this morning, the cornbread, eggs, and salt you ate... were bought with the last of her money. After that, she only had two cents left."
She pointed her little finger out of the yard, "She's been busy since before dawn. Do you think a stepmother who's willing to pay out of her own pocket to feed her child would have such a malicious thought to harm you?"
After the cub finished speaking, the living room fell into a deathly silence.
Jiang Gansu froze on the spot, his heart pounding as if he had been hit on the head.
"When you reported your sister, did you genuinely believe she had done something wrong, or did you have your own selfish motives? You know the answer in your heart."
Jiang An looked at him with eyes full of disappointment, "Go stand in the corner as punishment, you don't need to eat dinner tonight!"
Jiang Gansu clenched his fists, walked silently to the corner of the wall, and stood facing the wall to reflect on his mistakes.
Deng Qiu was about to persuade him, but Jiang Anchao secretly shook his head at her.
He remembered the Shanghai brand watch he had bought and took Deng Qiu to the bedroom.
"Come on, I'll give you something."
Suddenly, only three little radish heads remained in the living room.
Jiang Gansu's throat moved. He looked at the two cents with deep emotion, and the prejudice he had held for so long began to waver.
Did he really wrong Aunt Deng?
Is Aunt Liu really that kind-hearted person who secretly plots against him?
So what did he just do...?
His eyes instantly reddened, and even though he tried his best to hold back, tears still welled up uncontrollably.
The father's disappointment, Aunt Deng's blisters on her fingers, and... Sang Zhizhi...
Did she lie to vent her anger?
So what have I been doing?
They reported her and even searched Aunt Deng's body...
Jiang Gansu tried to wipe away her tears, but unexpectedly, the more she wiped, the more tears she shed.
He didn't cry when he was hungry, nor did he cry when the children in the yard made fun of him.
But this was the first time he began to question himself: had he really made too many mistakes?
Jiang Gansu felt a sharp pain in his heart, and a sense of grievance spread through him.
An inopportune moment came to his mind: the last thing Sang Zhizhi had said at the alley entrance.
—Since you love framing people so much, then I wish you a taste of what it's like to be framed.
Sang Zhizhi was still angry, but when she saw her older brother standing alone in the same spot, tears started to fall one by one.
She turned her head away, muttering to herself: I can't see, I won't be soft-hearted! Being soft-hearted is for puppies!
"Wow, this TV is huge! You can even watch movies on it!"
Jiang Zhenwei moved a stool over and sat in front of the TV. While watching, he secretly peeked at his older brother who was being punished by standing.
"Brother... Dad's not here, come watch TV. You can go back and stand as punishment when Dad comes back."
"Cough cough!"
Sang Zhizhi deliberately emphasized that she was still here.
My brother is bad!
Today, he's being punished by not being allowed to watch TV!
Jiang Zhenwei turned his head blankly and looked at Xiao Zhizhi. "Oh right, the little crow spirit is still here..."
Sang Zhizhi: "...You're the one who's jinxing me."
"Aunt Liu is having bad luck, and my older brother is having bad luck too. Aren't you a jinx? Or are you a lucky charm?"
Jiang Zhenwei looked her up and down, then clicked his tongue twice. "Even the luckiest koi fish aren't this fierce. You're more like a little crow."
"you!"
Sang Zhizhi's initial enthusiasm gradually waned.
She shook her head and sighed, "Forget it, why discuss this with a big idiot? I don't even know where I'm sleeping tonight."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Jiang Gansu, who was standing in the corner as punishment, went into his bedroom without saying a word.
Zhizhi and Zhenwei were left in the living room.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
Sang Zhizhi's eye twitched: "What is he doing?... ...He doesn't think I'm trying to take over his bedroom, does he?"
Zhenwei nodded seriously, "My brother treasures his room the most. It's big and sunny, he's definitely afraid you'll take it!"
"cut!"
Sang Zhizhi was about to say who cares when she suddenly heard the bedroom door slam open!
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