Two good-looking people have left.
Linghu Lan was filled with disappointment.
She turned and walked towards the school when someone called out to her.
"sister!"
Linghu Lan turned around and saw Ling Yong riding a bicycle, one foot on the ground.
He was wearing a school uniform, his face showing some repression and indifference, and his whole person seemed to have a layer of dirty color, as if it could never be washed clean.
"What's wrong?"
Linghu Lan neither disliked nor liked Ling Yong.
Ling Yong's life was almost entirely led by Zhang Huixiang, and he never had any autonomy.
Zhang Huixiang doted on Ling Yong to the point of being extremely controlling, and the wife she later married was also formidable.
He listened to his mother before marriage and his wife after marriage; he never made any decisions for himself in his life.
When Ling Yun starved to death in bed, Ling Yong was out working and unaware of it. Even so, Ling Yong allowed his own mother and wife to seize his sister's property without uttering a word, revealing his cowardly nature.
Linghu Lan's tone was indifferent and distant.
Ling Yong was already in his third year of junior high school, a sensitive period for a young man, so he stopped talking and his tone softened: "Sis, did you and Mom have a fight?"
"Yeah, we were arguing. What happened?"
Ling Yong scratched his head, looking like a naive teenager. "Mom called and asked me to ask you to come home together."
"I'm not going back. You go back by yourself!"
"sister!"
"What's wrong now?"
Linghu Lan's tone was unfriendly, which seemed to frighten Ling Yong. He felt that his sister was acting strangely today, as if she disliked him.
He paused twice and then said, "Sis, if you don't go back, do you still have money?"
Linghu Lan's heart skipped a beat: "It's gone? What happened?"
"I have a dollar here, take it." He said, handing over a dollar.
Linghu Lan stared at the one yuan note, completely bewildered: Ling Yong giving her sister money was unprecedented.
However, one dollar cannot buy her off.
"I don't need the money, you can keep it."
"Sister, take this." Ling Yong forced the money into her hand, then hesitated and said, "Sister, you'd better not go back. Mom seems quite angry."
Ling Yong was young at the time, still possessing the innocence and purity of a child, unlike the callousness he would become as an adult.
He sensed the unfriendly tone in Zhang Huixiang's voice and knew that if his sister really went back, she would be in for a beating, so he didn't approve of her going back either.
Linghu Lan smiled calmly and said, "I understand!" She then turned and entered the school.
It would be strange if Zhang Huixiang were in a good mood.
Shi Hongyan's mother probably went to the village to find her. Both of them are so fierce and unreasonable that it's no wonder they couldn't sit down and talk properly. They would have been arguing so much that the sun would have risen in the west by the time they started fighting.
If Linghu Lan were to rush back now, she would be walking right into a trap. Although she wasn't afraid, she didn't want to spend a perfectly good weekend facing a shrew.
Is the food bad? The TV show bad? Why do you have to go through all this torture?
No way.
As Ling Yong watched Ling Yun's retreating figure, he felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.
As a younger brother, he naturally felt some attachment to his older sister, since they had grown up together, and he preferred her to his mother.
His mother was too strict with him, asking about everything and controlling everything. For example, last summer when he went to play in the river, all the other boys went, but he was the only one whose mother kept him at home, saying it was too dangerous.
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