Chapter 42 Suspicion

Half a month ago, Zhou Xinghua was suddenly suspended from her job. After learning about it, she realized that it was because Wen Qingchuan reported her for spreading rumors about the death of Zhuang Youliang, and asked her to write a report and put it on the bulletin board at the entrance of the military district.

She wanted to go to Wen Qingchuan to plead for mercy, but she hadn't even seen Wen Qingchuan for more than half a month.

Today, she could only come to Shen Sangyu, hoping that she would not bother with her.

Shen Sangyu laughed after hearing what happened: "How can you say that?"

After that, she lowered her eyes and looked up and down: "Did it depend on Zhuang Youliang's sacrifice, or on your beauty, or on your and Wen Qingchuan's hypocrisy?"

Zhou Xinghua's face turned pale in an instant, and when she lowered her head, a vicious look flashed across her eyes.

Shen Sangyu saw it clearly, her long eyelashes trembled up and down, and her tone was almost cold: "Isn't this all your own fault?"

"Shen Sangyu, I really know I was wrong." Zhou Xinghua raised her head suddenly, and tears filled her eyes without knowing when: "I... I really didn't have any ill will towards you before. I just want to be with Tongtong now. If I don't have this job, how can Tongtong and I live!"

Since the art troupe transferred her away, her life has been much worse than before.

Although her parents can still take care of her, they are in poor health. Even if most of their wages are spent on buying medicine, they can't support them for a lifetime even if they are supported.

Zhou Xinghua complained to Shen Sangyu, but Shen Sangyu just listened and didn't say a word.

When she really couldn't say anything, the air suddenly became awkward.

Shen Sangyu's face remained expressionless, as if she had ignored the matter.

Zhou Xinghua was anxious and was about to say something when Shen Sangyu suddenly said, "It was Wen Qingchuan who reported you. What does it have to do with me? If I tell Wen Qingchuan, will he not report you?"

"But Wen Qingchuan did it because of you!"

Shen Sangyu was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what the other party meant.

Zhou Xinghua gritted his teeth and said, "Wen Qingchuan never cared about these things before. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have done such a thing."

It must be said that Zhou Xinghua understood Wen Qingchuan quite well.

If it were in the past, Wen Qingchuan might have only reminded her privately, but now it was obvious that Wen Qingchuan didn't want Shen Sangyu to be wronged, so he clarified all the misunderstandings.

Shen Sangyu was slightly shocked after hearing this, and when she reacted, she grinned, "Oh!"

Oh?

Oh what?

Oh is it over?

Zhou Xinghua's eyes were fierce: "Then you..."

Shen Sangyu said first: "Then just bear with it, this is what you deserve."

She is not the Virgin Mary. Zhou Xinghua is about to ride on her head. Does she want Zhou Xinghua to ride on her head and pee?

Seeing Zhou Xinghua standing there in a daze, Shen Sangyu directly asked him to leave and slammed the door. No matter how the other party knocked on the door and shouted, Shen Sangyu refused to respond. Zhou Xinghua's

hands were almost swollen from clapping. Seeing that there was no movement in the house, hatred burst out in his eyes. Finally, he kicked his foot and rushed downstairs and left.

Coming downstairs, Zhou Xinghua could feel the gazes of the military wives around her. She raised her head suddenly and said gloomily: "Shen Sangyu, you wait for me!"

Shen Sangyu could not hear these words. Since Zhou Xinghua kicked the door and left, she felt that the whole world was quiet.

Not only that, when she learned that Wen Qingchuan reported Zhou Xinghua for her, she felt indescribably happy.

In the last life, no relatives cared about me, but in this life... there is one more person who cares about me.

Shen Sangyu hummed a song, took out the materials and began to recite.

There is no difference between the current college entrance examination and the future college entrance examination. The subjects about science are very simple, but the liberal arts are different. You can only remember and recite more.

After having dinner with Wen Qingchuan in the evening, Shen Sangyu worked for a while before going to bed.

Before going to bed, she put a thick stack of design drawings in her bag. Wen Qingchuan happened to see it. He took a look and asked, "What is this?"

Shen Sangyu did not hide it: "Didn't I tell you before that I repaired the machine for Director Xu? After I came back, I improved it again. I planned to take it to him to see. Maybe I can make money."

Wen Qingchuan narrowed his eyes. Although he was not well educated, he could read any book in recent years.

She couldn't understand Shen Sangyu's design drawings very well. There were also many English words on them that he didn't understand, but he knew that such a thick design drawing could not be drawn according to Shen Sangyu's previous ability.

Wen Qingchuan was silent for a while: "I remember that you didn't study well in high school, right?"

Shen Sangyu's voice stopped abruptly.

Because in the vague memory, the original owner's grades seemed to have always been... the last!

Shen Sangyu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on her back.

When she first came here, she was afraid of being exposed, so she learned to speak like the original owner for a while, but her personality is completely different from the original owner, and she can pretend for a while but not for the whole thing.

Even though Wen Qingchuan had only been with the original owner for a short three months, it was enough for him to understand the original owner's personality and temper.

Now she has become a translator, can repair machines, and even draw design drawings. It is no wonder that Wen Qingchuan is suspicious after such a big change.

But if she tells Wen Qingchuan that she is from decades later, will she believe it?

Shen Sangyu can obviously feel Wen Qingchuan's suspicious gaze, so she can only lie: "If I say that I don't know how I became smart, would you believe it?"

When Shen Sangyu said this, she felt that her lie was about aliens.

But since she had already said it, she could only bite the bullet and continue: "After Zhou Xinghua pushed me downstairs, I actually can't remember a lot of things. Of course, I don't forget everything, but a lot of things are a bit fuzzy..."

Wen Qingchuan obviously didn't expect this result. He was a little anxious: "Why didn't you tell me in the hospital at that time?"

"Ah?"

Shen Sangyu, who was originally thinking about how to explain to Wen Qingchuan, was obviously stunned for a moment, and then lowered her head: "My mind was too confused at the time. I remember some things, but I can't remember some things completely."

For example, she remembered how the original owner made trouble throughout the compound, but she didn't remember that it was Zhou Xinghua who pushed her downstairs, and she didn't know what happened between the original owner and her boyfriend Zhou Ruian.

Shen Sangyu felt that the more she explained, the more confused she became, and her face became paler and paler.

Wen Qingchuan didn't know what he was thinking about, and suddenly said: "I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup after the competition."

After saying that, he took a look at the back of Shen Sangyu's head. At the beginning, because there was a wound on the back of her head that needed stitches, she shaved a small area. Now Shen Sangyu used her hair to cover it, and he didn't know what the wound looked like.

He was a little surprised before why Shen Sangyu's memory was always good and bad, and it seemed that the problem was here.

Seeing Shen Sangyu's pale face, Wen Qingchuan comforted her and said: "Don't be afraid, if there is really any problem, I will sell my iron pot to treat you."

Shen Sangyu, who was originally in a mess, suddenly raised her head, wondering if she had auditory hallucinations.

She wanted to ask Wen Qingchuan if he didn't wonder why she had changed so much?

After all, the original owner and I are two different people.

I don't know if Wen Qingchuan can hear my inner voice, and he continues to look at Shen Sangyu: "You didn't become smart suddenly. You had good grades before high school. Your father used to praise you in front of us."

Shen Sangyu frowned when she heard this.

The original owner had good grades in junior high school, but why did he do so badly in high school?

What happened in between?