Song Wanyue: "I saw Song Wenbin sell the clothes to an aunt, and I couldn't understand it. This dress was made by my aunt herself by buying the cloth with her own savings. How could he have the heart to sell your clothes?"
Who doesn’t like money, but you still have to have a conscience, right?
It is rare to see Huo Huo wearing his own mother's clothes.
Song Wenbin felt guilty: "It's not me, Song Wanyue, you are a liar. You wrongly accused me. You must have stolen the clothes. You just want to wrongly accuse me so that everyone will be disappointed in me. I'm not smart, but I'm not a fool. I know what you are planning."
How come she saw it by such a coincidence?
Song Wanyue continued in a cold voice: "Since that day, I have been paying more attention to you. Not only did you sell my aunt's cotton-padded clothes, you also sold Brother Wenqi's pen and stole Brother Wenli's New Year's money. Afterwards, you acted as if nothing happened."
"You sold Brother Wenqi's pen to Wu Ming. You can go ask him. It was a private transaction between them, and I just happened to overhear it. As for Brother Wenli's money disappearing, it's just my guess. There's no one else except you."
"Song Wenbin, are you wondering why I didn't expose you earlier? Actually, I thought about it, but I didn't do it. I just wanted to see how greedy you are to the point of secretly selling your own things."
"On my birthday, you and my aunt proposed to be adopted by my parents as their son. I have always remembered this. I just want to see if you can still be my third son after you are exposed as a person with a long history of bad deeds."
The original owner always thought so.
In fact, she was very nervous, fearing that her parents would be kidnapped.
So, she endured it for so many years.
Song Wenbin said incoherently: "No, it's impossible. Since you hate me, why don't you stop me? What's wrong with me liking money? With money, I can eat meat and drink alcohol, buy watches, radios, bicycles, and marry the woman I like."
He doesn't think it's wrong for a person to be greedy for money.
Song Wanyue said disappointedly, "A gentleman should earn money in a proper way. You are just stealing things from your own home. Why don't you work hard and make money? Are you admitting to stealing?"
"Why should I stop you? Ever since your birthday, there has been a gap between you and me. I've been working harder and harder just to let everyone know that girls are no worse than boys. I've got my parents to take care of. Even if they don't have a son, they have a daughter and son-in-law, and they'll have grandchildren."
"The new country has been established for so many years, but your mind seems to still be stuck in the feudal era. This is not good. You must keep pace with the times."
Song Wenbin was shocked: "Even if I stole it, so what? I sold my own things, they are not someone else's. Can my mom and brother call the police?"
He glanced at the people in the big house and felt a little uneasy.
Song Wenqi sighed: "Oh, I didn't expect it was you who did it. Do you know that this pen is very important to me?"
"That was my first time participating in a city competition. I won the first prize and took it to school. I didn't expect it to be stolen within a few days. I always thought it was done by someone in the school."
A pen costs three dollars. He has no job and no money to buy a pen. He heard that there would be rewards if he participated in a math competition, so he prepared for this competition for a long time.
It disappeared in just a short while after class.
Song Wenli went to the countryside, otherwise he would have to stand up and attack Song Wenbin.
Song Wenxue's cute face was filled with anger. "Song Wenbin, did you steal my pink scarf and sell it?"
She worked hard on weaving for half a month. After washing, she hung the clothes in the yard to dry. When she returned home in the afternoon, the clothes were gone.
Song Wenbin stumbled and said, "I, I'm your brother. This pink scarf doesn't look good on you because you're dark-skinned. I exchanged it for money and bought a big crucian carp to eat. Didn't you eat it, too?"
What's the point of wearing something that doesn't look good?
Zhang Ling burst into tears and walked over to Song Wenbin, grabbing his arm and crying, "Wenbin, didn't your mother teach you to steal money? When you were young, you stole needles, and when you grew up, you stole gold. You are going to ruin yourself."
"Woo woo, I told you to please your uncle and aunt. Isn't it normal for a nephew to provide for his uncle and aunt in their old age? It's a tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years, but you ended up taking a crooked approach, didn't you?"
The thief was caught by the Red Guards, and she didn't dare to imagine what would happen to him.
He said angrily: "Song Wanyue, you loser, why didn't you tell us when you found out that Wenbin stole something? It's all your fault."
"If you had told me earlier, would Wenbin still be so stubborn?"
Song's father sneered: "Haha, Wanyue did a good job. It feels good to see Song Wenbin degenerate, right?"
"Since you don't know how to teach your child, sister-in-law, someone will help you teach him. But after all these years of stealing, can Wenbin's temper be changed?"
He just waits and sees the show.
A fool teaches a thief.
Song Wenbin looked nonchalant: "I stole my own things, so what? You won't sue me. Besides, those things are not worth much."
He used all the money he got in exchange.
Who says the things in the supply and marketing cooperatives are not cheap?
He mocked, "Also, Mom, who made you so stingy that you miss your mother's family every day? We only eat meat twice a month. Do you know how much I need oil and water? You eat simple meals every day, and Dad can't control you, so we are suffering."
"What's so good about my uncle's house? During festivals, when I bring food to eat, they won't even give me a piece of meat. You gave all the meat and sugar coupons in the house to my uncle's family. I have to think of a way out myself."
His family conditions were poor, so he tried to find ways to enrich himself, and he thought there was no problem.
Zhang Ling looked at the man in astonishment: "You, Wenbin, are you blaming me? But your uncle's family is from the countryside, it's okay for me to take care of him more, so that I will have someone to support me in the future. Eating less won't kill you."
Song Wanyue smiled secretly when she heard this. Zhang Ling was a confused and brother-supporting woman.
It is true that Zhang's uncle is from the countryside, but the Zhang family has five daughters and only one son. The son is a treasure named Zhang Xiaobao, while the daughters are weeds. Therefore, Zhang Ling has been brainwashed since she was a child to be nice to her natal family, otherwise, if she is bullied by her in-laws in the future, she will have no one to help her.
By the way, no one in the Song family bullied Zhang Ling.
Song Wenbin said angrily, "I don't blame you, who should I blame? You are so stingy. Every time I smell the meat of my aunt's family, I want to be her son and have enough food and clothes. What about you? You are my mother, but am I more important than my uncle's family in your heart?"
"When I was little, you took away all the snacks and candies I got from my uncle's house. Gradually, I ate them secretly before going home. Do you think I didn't see it? I saw it with my own eyes. When my uncle brought his son over, you gave him all the candies and biscuits."
As he spoke, Song Wenbin couldn't help but burst into tears.
He asked coldly, "Mom, am I really your favorite son?"
Why couldn't he feel loved?
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