"What's going on?" She immediately stepped forward and looked around.
She immediately discovered that the suitcase she had always kept hidden in the cabinet had now been turned out.
The box was opened and thrown on the ground, with the contents scattered everywhere.
These are all her parents' belongings.
The rag doll her mother made for her when she was a child, and the small spinning top her father gave her.
The commendation certificates and photos for heroic rescue were torn up and now covered with crayon scribblings.
The ugly little man painted on it had a ferocious face, as if he was sneering at her and provoking her.
Jiang Manyue felt a nameless anger ignited in her heart. After her parents passed away, she had carefully kept these things.
But now these have been dug out and destroyed at will, with the faces of the dolls cut to reveal the cotton.
"Who did this!" Jiang Manyue picked up these memories tremblingly. How dare someone do this to his treasures?
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat and she began to look around.
Can't find it, everything is here.
But that was the only thing missing!
"Whoosh, whoosh!" At this moment, a low whistle-like sound came from the living room.
She stood up and walked towards the living room, and saw Ma Xiaojun sitting on the sofa.
He was holding a golden bullet shell in his hand and blowing into it.
The bullet shell made a whirring sound, and Jiang Manyue immediately rushed forward: "Ma Xiaojun, what are you doing!"
Ma Xiaojun was startled, and when he saw that it was her, he was immediately dissatisfied: "Bad woman, what are you yelling about."
"Where did you get this bullet shell from? Give it back to me!"
This bullet shell is a relic of my father, and he has always treasured it.
Twenty years ago, he was a rookie when he joined the army. During a battle, he was greedy for merit and rushed forward rashly, leading to an ambush.
It was his superior, the battalion commander, who blocked the bullet and saved his life. Fortunately, the battalion commander was not hit in the vital parts and was only injured.
But it is said that the savior met with an accident during the Great Movement and has kept the bullet for all these years.
In order to express gratitude to the battalion commander for saving her father's life, Jiang Manyue kept the treasure carefully for him after his father passed away.
But now Ma Xiaojun treats it as a toy and plays with it in his hands at will.
"It's just a broken whistle, what are you doing with it!" Ma Xiaojun showed a vicious smile on his face.
"My mother said that everything in the Ma family will belong to me from now on, so the things in your room will naturally be mine as well."
He hid the whistle behind his back provocatively and said smugly: "You want this broken thing, unless you give the room back to me."
How can a little kid pick the lock of a room? You don’t have to guess who taught him these words.
"I'll say it again, give the bullet shell back to me!" Jiang Manyue went up and grabbed his hand.
"If you don't give it to me, I won't give it to you!" Ma Xiaojun was furious and threw away the shell in his hand.
He fell heavily to the ground with a "bang", then raised his foot and stomped hard on it.
"I let you grab it, I let you grab it!"
Jiang Manyue pushed him to the ground and picked up the bullet shell to examine it.
I used too much force just now and it was actually crushed.
There were also scratches on the metal casing. The father's relic that she had protected so carefully was actually trampled on like this.
Jiang Manyue clenched her fists in anger, grabbed Ma Xiaojun and slapped him in the face.
"Pah! Pah! "Two big slaps.
Ma Xiaojun was stunned by the beating. He covered his face for a long time before bursting into tears: "Wow, someone killed someone."
"Help! The bad woman wants to kill me!"
Bai Wanrou, who was in the room, heard her son crying and rushed out immediately.
Five finger marks were clearly visible on Ma Xiaojun's boiled egg face.
Seeing his son holding his red and swollen face, he hugged him distressedly and shouted angrily: "Man Yue, why did you hit Xiao Jun again?"
Jiang Manyue's eyes were cold: "Didn't I tell you not to come into my room casually? If you damage my father's relics, you should be beaten."
Not to mention slapping him twice, even hanging him up would not be enough to ease the hatred in my heart.
Bai Wanrou no longer had the gentleness she showed in front of others, and her face looked ferocious, as if she wanted to eat her.
"Isn't this just a broken bullet shell? Is it necessary for you to do it?"
Ma Xiangyang came out of the kitchen carrying the hot meal: "What happened?"
They heard crying in the living room and saw someone in a wheelchair coming towards them.
Seeing him coming, Bai Wanrou suddenly stopped scolding him.
She grabbed Jiang Manyue's hand and said, "Manyue, I apologize to you on behalf of Xiaojun. Don't be angry."
Then he sneered, pulled her hand and hit himself in the face.
With a loud 'bang', Bai Wanrou staggered backwards and collapsed on the ground.
Ma Xiangyang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, happened to arrive and immediately rushed forward when he saw this scene.
He anxiously pushed Jiang Manyue away and said, "Wanrou, what's wrong with you?"
Bai Wanrou sobbed weakly, covering her cheeks and crying until her body trembled.
Big tears fell from my eyes, as if they would break in the next second.
She bit her lip and said aggrievedly: "Xiangyang, it's my fault. Xiaojun accidentally broke Man Yue's things."
"It's my fault that I didn't teach my child well. I am willing to apologize to her."
"Man Yue was angry and resentful towards me, so she deserved to slap me."
Her eyes were red and she looked like she was being bullied, and Ma Xiaojun also yelled angrily.
"Uncle, this bad woman beat me and my mom, help us kill her quickly."
Jiang Manyue looked at her with a sneer, and the images of her past life overlapped with the present moment.
Once, Ma Xiaojun sneaked into her room and rummaged around. Jiang Manyue caught him and pulled him aside to apologize.
Who knew that Bai Wanrou would protect her son and pull Ma Xiangyang's hand to slap herself when she came back.
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