Bu's mother was still in shock and asked warily, "What are you doing?"
The leader of the debt collectors knelt on the ground with a thud, tears streaming down his face that was swollen like a pig's head.
The tall and strong man cried sincerely, "Auntie, we know your difficulties. We are here to apologize to you. Please forgive us, Auntie!"
Bu's mother didn't understand what was going on, but seeing them crying so sadly, her heart softened and she said, "Everyone, get up. Let's talk things over. Don't kneel on the ground."
“Thank you, Auntie!”
Several people stood up with gratitude and worked even harder to paint the wall.
Bu Tiange stood aside, neither responding nor stopping, happy to play the good cop and the bad cop with Bu Mama.
Bu's mother waved at her repeatedly, called her over, and asked, "Tian Ge, who are these people and what are they doing?"
Bu Tiange said perfunctorily: "I hired a painter."
Bu's mother said, "I'm afraid not."
"None of this escaped your eyes." Bu Tiange glanced at the messy wall. "These words were written by them. Now they know their mistake and come to apologize to us."
Bu Tiange's words were obviously not believed by Bu's mother.
If he just admitted his mistake and corrected it, why would he be so scared?
But she knew some questions were difficult to ask, so she changed the subject and asked, "How are your studies going recently?"
Bu Tiange nodded, "Not bad, same as usual."
Bu's mother smiled and patted her shoulder with her rough, calloused fingers. "You have to study hard. This is how I've been in my life. You can't follow in my footsteps."
A few drops of paint splashed at his feet, and Bu Tiange stepped back to prevent them from getting on him.
She responded coolly, "Oh, okay."
She is a mother's child, but also more than just an individual, a daughter.
She is the hope for Bu's mother's dark life. In a sense, she is also living under the expectations of others.
Such anticipation always reminds her of him.
She hated the ants in the vast starry sky, and hated the sense of reliance and dependence they showed when they mentioned him.
He was hers, not one of those weak tribes that needed protection. If he couldn't be hers alone, she would rather throw him away.
Seeing her strange expression, Bu's mother asked worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine." Bu Tiange shook his head.
the next day.
Five minutes after the bell rang, the head teacher stopped writing as the teacher for the next class appeared at the door. He said, "Everyone else is dismissed. Bu Tiange, come with me to the office."
Bu Tiange followed him to the office and asked, "What's the matter?"
The head teacher asked gloomily, "You had something to do yesterday, why didn't you ask for leave in advance?"
Bu Tiange said calmly, "I'm not a prophet. This happened so suddenly. I couldn't have predicted it."
"I called your mother, and she told me that something did happen in your family."
The head teacher held the phone, his face still gloomy. "You're lucky this time. You'd better not let me catch you."
Bu Tiange raised his eyes and met his gaze, then smiled and said, "I didn't do anything wrong. What kind of handle do you want to find on me, teacher?"
"You didn't do anything?"
The head teacher sneered, pulled out a test paper from a thick stack of lesson plans on the table, and slammed it on the table with a "bang".
"The weekly test was so difficult, and you actually got a perfect score. How come I didn't know you were capable of this?"
Bu Tiange looked at him, his eyes showing neither joy nor sadness, nor any sign of anger.
She spoke, her tone extremely calm and arrogant.
"It's just a perfect score. I'm much more capable than that. Do you want to see it?"
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