Su's parents stood behind Su Xingran with worried expressions. Although their daughter had said that Wenli did not save her, the current scene made it impossible to prove that what their daughter said was true. The couple tugged at Su Xingran with some concern.
Su Xingran turned back to her parents, smiled, and shook her head. She then turned to face Su Wenli, just in time to see Su Wenli's gloating expression. Su Wenli froze for a moment but quickly recovered.
Are the people who came up the mountain with my parents that day here? Yes, yes, yes, we're all here too. There are about a dozen people responding to Su Xingran. They're all kind-hearted people, which is why they all came up the mountain to help when they heard that Su Lao Er's daughter was in trouble.
"Dear uncles, aunts, and great-uncles, thank you for helping me find Xingran," Su Xingran bowed deeply. "Xingran has some questions for you, may I?" "Go ahead and ask," the people replied. Although they didn't know what Su Xingran wanted to ask, they were truly disgusted by the Su family, especially the old man and woman. The parents always favored their eldest son, treating the second son like a rag. The eldest brother not only bullied him but also exploited and leeched off his younger brother. Even if it really was Su's eldest daughter, Wenli, who saved someone, no one would ask for a hundred yuan. Wasn't that suicidal? The whole family couldn't even earn fifty yuan a year.
"What did you all see that day? What was the scene like between my cousin and me?" one of the aunties said to Su Xingran. "I saw you lying on the ground, blood streaming from your head and face, and Wenli was standing next to you." "Yes, that's what I saw too," everyone chimed in.
So how did I get down the mountain? Your father carried you down the mountain, and your mother supported you from behind. There was a lot of blood on your head that had seeped onto your father's clothes. When we saw that you had lost so much blood and were still unconscious, we all thought you might not make it. Yes, that's how it was. Everyone who went up the mountain with you agreed.
Auntie was about to say something when Su Xingran told her not to speak, that she would have something to say later, and that the same applied to Old Lady Su and Old Man Su.
Do you remember what color clothes my cousin wore that day? As soon as Su Xingran went out, she noticed that Su Wenli was wearing the same pink shirt she wore the day she fell down the mountain. The fabric was originally brought back from Su's parents' home to make clothes for Su Xingran, but Su's mother came to the door and took it, giving it to her aunt to make clothes for Su Wenli.
"I remember," an auntie said. "She was wearing a pink shirt." Because most people wear blue, gray, black, or army green these days—dark colors don't get dirty easily—Su Wenli's pink shirt stood out conspicuously among the sea of drab colors. Yes, she was wearing pink; she was the only one in the village who wore pink, and everyone remembered her.
That's right, it's the dress she's wearing today. These are exactly the things Su Xingran wants to hear. Su Wenli didn't know why Su Xingran was asking these questions; she thought Su Xingran was just stalling for time. Just as she was about to speak, Su Xingran's words struck her like a thunderbolt.
"Cousin, you said that day, 'You carried me up the mountain forest,' and my forehead kept bleeding. Your clothes must have been stained with a lot of my blood, and your hands must have touched the blood on my head when you were carrying me. And since you put me on your back, there must have been even more blood on your clothes and hands, right, cousin?" Su Xingran looked coldly at Su Wenli.
Su Wenli froze as if struck by lightning. How was she supposed to answer that question? She carefully recalled the events of that day. She had been disgusted by the blood on Su Xingran's head and face, so how could she have possibly touched her with her hands?
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