Outside the door, Ning Xiaoxiao kept blaming herself and Zhang Yuan kept comforting her. When they were both very engaged, Ning Xiyue suddenly opened the door and looked at them with a faint look in her eyes.
The perfect atmosphere at the door was broken. The two were frightened by Ning Xiyue, who had disheveled hair and was pale as a ghost. Zhang Yuan swallowed the words that were about to express his true feelings and took a few steps back to protect Ning Xiaoxiao.
Zhang Yuan saw the person he loved beside him turned pale with fear. He looked at the person in front of him and shouted, "Ning Xiyue, are you sick? You stayed in the house without opening the door. We came to see you with good intentions, and you came to scare us."
"Brother Zhang Yuan, Yueyue didn't mean it. Maybe she didn't hear it. Don't yell at her." Ning Xiaoxiao pulled the corner of Zhang Yuan's clothes. Seeing Zhang Yuan looking at her tenderly, a hint of pride flashed in her eyes.
Then she took another step forward and looked at Ning Xiyue with red eyes, shaking the hand that was holding her arm: "Yueyue, you're awake. Are you feeling better? I've been worried to death these past few days. It's all my fault that I didn't take good care of you."
Ning Xiyue wanted to laugh when she heard this nonsense. Wasn't he worried that she wouldn't die quickly enough, and was he afraid to grab her hand a little harder? However, Ning Xiyue didn't pull her hand back, but played along.
When people on the same floor saw her coming out, they all poked their heads out of their homes to watch her quietly, and some who were more interested even stood out and watched openly.
Look, we’re performing a big show for you for free, so please be a good enthusiastic audience.
Who can't play the role of a weak little white flower? Ning Xiyue forced two small tears to come out, looking pitiful, and said timidly: "Sister, I don't blame you for tripping me with your foot. I know you didn't mean to, but could you let go of my hand and stop shaking me? You hurt me and I feel dizzy."
While saying this, he covered his head with his other hand, looking like he was about to faint at any moment, which was heartbreaking.
A young wife who had long disliked Ning Xiaoxiao raised her voice and said, "I was wondering why the Ning family's daughter, who was usually well-behaved, got into a fight and had her head broken? It turns out someone must have been playing a trick on her. Xiyue is just too naive. I've always felt that her cousin isn't a good person, and only you men think she is."
After saying that, she glared fiercely at the man whose eyes were on Ning Xiaoxiao.
Other people in the corridor were also talking about it.
"That's right, everyone knows that Ning girl hit her head and is still shaking. I don't know what she's thinking, bah!"
"I didn't, you misunderstood..." Ning Xiaoxiao heard the discussion and quickly let go of her hand and took a few steps back in grievance. She didn't expect that her cousin had become much more capable, and she was panicked for a moment.
But Ning Xiaoxiao quickly calmed down. There were only three of them at the scene at the time. She acted so secretly that even Zhang Yuan didn't notice. There was no evidence to prove that it was her fault.
As for Ning Xiyue, it was useless for her to suspect her. She just fell down and hit a stone because she didn't stand properly. What did it have to do with her? She had got the things and was going to the countryside soon. She didn't have to flatter this damn girl anymore.
But she couldn't bear such a reputation.
"Yueyue, I know you blame me for not protecting you, but you can't slander me like this. I...you..."
Zhang Yuan was heartbroken to see the person he loved crying. How could he tolerate others slandering his goddess? He angrily said to Ning Xiyue, "Ning Xiyue, what nonsense are you talking about? I think you really hit your head. You fell down because of your own fault. Don't put all the blame on Xiaoxiao. Xiaoxiao has been feeling so guilty about you these past few days that she hasn't been able to sleep well."
"Yes, yes, it's my head that's broken. As for you and my sister, whose heads aren't broken, can you please return all the money and tickets you borrowed from me over the past two years? My parents have spent all their money on my brain surgery recently, and I'm counting on you to return the things and money to me."
Ning Xiyue half-held the door, trying to expose the area on her head that was wrapped in gauze and covered with gentian purple, and said softly:
"Especially the pair of small leather shoes I bought for my sister. When I hit my head, it seemed as if they suddenly appeared under my feet, making me mistakenly think that my sister had tripped me. It's really bad luck. I must warm them over the fire when I get them back."
Ning Xiaoxiao hid behind Zhang Yuan and subconsciously took a few steps back.
The people around were increasingly convinced that what Ning Xiyue said was true.
One of the onlookers reasoned like a Sherlock Holmes: "It's obvious that Ning Xiaoxiao and Zhang Yuan are in cahoots. They might have been the ones who pushed Xiyue to the ground and made her kowtow. Xiyue is really pitiful."
This was exactly the effect Ning Xiyue wanted. Seeing that the two people opposite her had turned green in the face, and that they were about to speak, she quickly took action, not giving them a chance to speak. While holding the door, she took out a notebook from the shoe cabinet at the door and said:
"Oh, I know you might not remember, but that's okay. I'm a caring sister, so I wrote it all down in a notebook. I'll make sure you don't forget anything, and you won't feel guilty about not helping me later."
After saying that, she covered her head with her hands in a dramatic manner, "Oh, no, I'm dizzy again. In order to let my sister sleep well, and to let Zhang Yuan not worry about my sister not being able to sleep or eat, let's start with Zhang Yuan and finish as soon as possible..."
In fact, there was no account book at all. Ning Xiyue had just accepted the memory, and the things that happened in the past of the original owner flashed through her mind clearly like a movie. She had a good memory and remembered them clearly at once, better than she remembered things that had just happened.
Ning Xiyue, revising her memory, held up the notebook and said seriously, "Let me see. From January 21, 1974 to date, Zhang Yuan has borrowed a total of 286 times. Some of them are money, some are things, and some are bills. If I convert them all into money, the total is 599.9 yuan. I'll round it off and give it to you, 600 yuan. Return it."
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