At this very moment, Pan the Mute's younger brother, a chubby boy of thirteen or fourteen, was still complaining, "Mom, look at my brother, he's deliberately not saying anything, he hates you!"
Indeed, Pan the Mute's gaze was indifferent, carrying an indescribable feeling.
Liu Bamei was even more furious, and poked Pan the mute's shoulder hard. "Speak to me! What are you pretending to be dead for? What kind of look is that? Are you looking at an enemy? Huh?"
Pan Daqin let out a long sigh, muttering, "Sigh, sigh..."
They say one thing, but actually do nothing at all.
Pan the mute looked at Pan Daqin.
He hoped his father could help him.
When Pan Daqin met Pan the Mute's gaze, he quickly lowered his head and sighed.
The glimmer of hope in Pan the mute's eyes slowly faded.
Yang Wanwan was furious. She shouted, "Aunt Liu, you dropped your money!"
Liu Bamei was in the middle of a heated argument when Yang Wanwan interrupted her. She was furious and turned around angrily. When she saw that it was Yang Wanwan, she was about to yell at her.
Yang Wanwan quickly interjected, "Aunt Liu, you dropped your money! It fell over there!"
Yang Wanwan pointed in the direction of Pan the Mute's house, speaking with great seriousness.
Liu Bamei then realized what Yang Wanwan meant, her eyes lighting up: "Money? Where's the money?"
Yang Wanwan waved her hand, "I picked it up for you."
Liu Bamei forgot about cursing Pan the Mute and immediately ran over with a smile on her face, "Then give it to me."
Yang Wanwan clenched her fists tightly, a half-smile on her face: "Then you'd better hold on tight, don't drop it again, this is money!"
Liu Bamei couldn't stop smiling. Didn't she know whether she had any money on her? She didn't have any money at all.
That silly girl Yang Wanwan found the money and thought it belonged to Liu Bamei. Isn't this a good thing? How could she not take it?
"Of course, of course."
Yang Wanwan handed over the money.
Liu Bamei was overjoyed and reached out to take it.
Yang Wanwan suddenly withdrew her arm and asked, "Aunt Liu, I heard you scolding Pan the Mute just now. Did he take other people's things?"
Liu Bamei watched helplessly as the money in Yang Wanwan's hand returned to Yang Wanwan's hands, and she couldn't be more eager to try it.
She could see it clearly; it was a hundred dollars!
One hundred yuan can buy a lot of things!
It would be so nice to give it to her youngest son and daughter.
But Yang Wanwan hadn't given it to her yet, and the money wasn't actually hers. Feeling guilty, Liu Bamei didn't dare to snatch it from Yang Wanwan's hand. She could only suppress her impatience and glare at her with her triangular eyes: "That's right! She's a good-for-nothing who steals her brother's food!"
"It's not good to take what doesn't belong to you."
Liu Bamei nodded repeatedly: "You're right, that's exactly how it is, that's why I disciplined him! It's all for his own good. If he gets used to taking other people's things, he'll go astray in the future and be finished."
"Aunt Liu, you're right. You can't take what isn't yours."
Liu Bamei nodded repeatedly, but her eyes were fixed greedily on Yang Wanwan's hand as she took the money. She quickly chimed in, "You're right, you're right. If it's not yours, you can't take it. What about my money..."
then--
Yang Wanwan said, "Aunt Liu, I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered, this is my own money, not yours."
Then, Yang Wanwan dusted off the hundred-yuan bill and casually put it into her pocket.
Liu Bamei stared at the hundred yuan, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"...Yang Wanwan, this, you, didn't you say it was my money?"
Yang Wanwan smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I misremembered. This isn't Aunt Liu's money, so she definitely won't take it. Didn't Aunt Liu just say that it's not good to take what isn't yours? If you get used to taking other people's things, you'll end up going down the wrong path."
After saying that, Yang Wanwan took out the money again and put it in another pocket.
Liu Bamei watched helplessly as Yang Wanwan waved the money around, but there was nothing she could do.
Then, she watched as Yang Wanwan swaggered away.
When she came to her senses in frustration, she found that Pan the Mute was no longer standing there; he had long since disappeared.
"...They're all short-lived ghosts who were destined to die!"
Liu Bamei then realized that Yang Wanwan had tricked her, and couldn't help but curse angrily.
Pan Daqin whispered, "Ba Mei, don't do that again."
Liu Bamei said fiercely, "Why not?"
Pan Fugui, the younger brother of the mute Pan, saw that he hadn't gotten the money yet and that his parents were about to argue, so he pouted and left to go play with his classmates.
After Pan Daqin saw that his youngest son had walked away, he said, "Haven't you noticed? The mute has changed a lot lately. You scold him, and he..."
Liu Bamei interrupted him impatiently, saying, "What changes? Isn't it just that you're better looking and taller? So what?"
"This...this doesn't look like us at all!"
"So what if they don't look alike? Whose son looks exactly like his parents?"
"It's not that either. You didn't notice, his gaze has changed."
Liu Bamei spat fiercely: "Pah! He's Sun Wukong, and I'm Buddha. I've had him under my thumb for over a decade. There's no way he can escape my grasp! Just because his wings have grown doesn't mean he's all that! He's stupid and dull, can't even speak properly, what can he possibly do? Pan Daqin, are you scared?"
Pan Daqin smiled ingratiatingly: "Look at what you're saying, how could I? I'm not afraid that he'll just run away and then who will do the housework? In any case, he's sixteen years old, he can go out to work or something if he wants."
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