Zhang Xiuying was absolutely furious!
This is a new quilt made this year. The quilt cover is made of printed cloth that I asked someone to bring back from the Beijing Department Store.
Now it has been cut into pieces, with cotton wool sticking out everywhere.
Zhang Xiuying picked up the padlock on the gate and threw it at Jiang Yun.
The door lock was thrown with insufficient accuracy but sufficient force. It bounced off the pen and hit the back of Jiang Yun's hand, causing blood to immediately appear.
When Jiang Jun was doing something, he hated it most when people interrupted him without asking why.
He didn't care that Jiang Yonghua was also present. He grabbed the scissors and glared at Zhang Xiuying: "You hurt my hand!"
After all, she is a girl, so even when she is angry, her voice is soft.
Zhang Xiuying thought this was Jiang Yun's complaint to Jiang Yonghua, and she was furious. She walked into the house without looking back and reached out to take the cut pieces of cloth.
Jiang Jun was quick-witted and swift-handed. With one hand, he pulled the cloth sample into his arms, while with the other hand, he held the scissors and shouted, "Don't touch my things!"
Zhang Xiuying grabbed everything without hesitation: "Your things? What's here yours? Who do you think you are?"
Jiang Jun waved the scissors wildly: "It's mine!"
Damn it, seeing that half-pulled comb should have made me think Zhang Xiuying was going to strike back! Anyway, the scissors were in my hands, and I couldn't let Zhang Xiuying touch a single thread of the already cut fabric.
Zhang Xiuying reached out to grab the scissors, but when she couldn't, she grabbed Jiang Yun's wrist, which was holding the scissors, and screamed, "You still want to kill someone?"
Jiang Jun was shorter and stronger than Zhang Xiuying. With his right wrist restrained, he gritted his teeth, clenched his left fist, and struck back, hitting Zhang Xiuying hard in the chest.
Zhang Xiuying screamed in pain: "Murder!"
Jiang Yun's head was smoking. Who was he going to kill? He was wearing such thick clothes and was exaggerating!
Jiang Yonghua realized that something was wrong and that someone was going to die!
He immediately shouted, "Xiuying! Xiaojun! Stop!"
He then stepped forward, snatched the scissors from Zhang Xiuying's hand, and forcefully separated the mother and daughter who were fighting in a mess.
No matter how fierce and aggressive Zhang Xiuying was, she was still afraid when she saw the scissors. When she heard Jiang Yonghua's shout, she took a step back, cursing and her voice became distorted with anger: "Xiao Jiang, look at this good daughter you protect all day long. As soon as I left, she started making trouble here. She's trying to kill me!"
Jiang Jun slapped the fabric samples on the table. "What's the mess? What's the mess? Look at this with your eyes! These are the scarves and knee pads I want to make! For Xiaolan and me!"
Zhang Xiuying yelled back, "You're slamming the table in my face! Ah! What kind of scarf can you make? You're always learning nonsense, and you only learn a bunch of nonsense! Who taught you how to make a scarf out of a quilt?!"
Jiang Jun glared at Zhang Xiuying, shaking with anger. This way of scolding was also scolding Bai Xiuzhen!
Stupid man, so stupid!
When talking to a fool, you have to be more rude!
"Quilted jackets and scarves are made of cloth and cotton. Where's our cloth and cotton? Give them to me!" Jiang Jun slammed the table so hard it was deafening. "I won't make them myself. It's freezing cold, and you want me to freeze to death on the way here? What are you thinking?"
Zhang Xiuying was very busy. She had indeed locked up all the valuable things in the house, and the spare keys were hidden in a place that Jiang Yonghua didn't even know.
Jiang Jun took another step closer and raised the back of his hand. The area around the blood drop was bruised and swollen. "Who is killing people? Look for yourself, who is killing people?"
Damn it, this is the second time Zhang Xiuying has successfully attacked me!
Zhang Xiuying took a step back, still stubborn: "You cut the quilt without telling me, so I deserve to beat you!"
Jiang Jun pounded his fist on the table. "Tell you? You should lock up the quilt too, right?"
Jiang Yonghua, who was ignored every time he started to quarrel, couldn't stand it anymore. It seemed that Jiang Jun was wrong, but it was all Zhang Xiuying's selfishness that started it all.
He tried to calm things down again: "It's getting late, Xiuying, take your comb and leave quickly. I have to rush back for a meeting. Otherwise, you can go by yourself! Xiaojun, pack up your things and go to the clinic to get some medicine first."
Zhang Xiuying was in the wrong and at a disadvantage, but she was anxious to report to work. She pointed at Jiang Yun and said, "You cut the quilt, and that's fine. I'll settle this account when you get back from your grandmother's house! If I come back and find that there's something missing from the house, I'll never let you go!"
Jiang Yun challenged him, "You want to settle the score? Then settle more!"
Zhang Xiuying got excited again and raised her hand to slap him: "You...!"
Jiang Yonghua stood at the door: "Xiuying, are you leaving or not? If not, I'll have a meeting! It's not easy for me to get a leave!"
Zhang Xiuying turned around and picked up the comb from the windowsill. Before leaving, she glared at Jiang Jun fiercely and slammed the door.
Similar scenes, identical lines, history surprisingly repeats itself in the Jiang family.
Jiang Yun has to go to the clinic to get a tetanus shot again.
There's nothing wrong with getting an injection, the key is that the back of my hand is injured, so it's difficult to exert force and it's inconvenient to hold the needle and thread.
It seems that I have to shamelessly ask He Xiangdong's mother for help.
Jiang Yun was afraid of getting her cotton coat dirty, so she only wore a sweater and a coat, wrapped a large scarf around her neck, locked the door, and went straight to the clinic.
The wind outside was a bit strong. Jiang Jun covered her head and face with her scarf and ran to the door of the clinic in one breath.
"Sister Chunyan! Sister Chunyan, are you in there?" The door was ajar. Jiang Jun knocked gently and called out, "Sister Chunyan..."
Her last words died in her throat when she saw the face of the person who opened the door.
The person who came to open the door was Chen Yuanwu!
When the two people met suddenly, they were both stunned.
Chen Yuanwu immediately put his finger to his lips: "Shh!"
Jiang Jun understood that he didn't want others to know that they knew each other.
Whenever you ask them how they met, they will inevitably talk about tutoring.
The tutoring sessions during those days were Chen Yuanwu’s private matter and must not be made public.
Wei Chunyan came out with a syringe in her hand, her voice very gentle: "Xiaojun, is that you? What's wrong?"
Jiang Jun raised the back of his right hand to show Wei Chunyan: "The back of your hand was bumped. You need a tetanus shot."
Wei Chunyan took Jiang Jun's hand and looked at it carefully, then said softly, "I don't have a tetanus shot, only gentamicin."
"Ah? Gentamycin?" Jiang Jun had no impression of this medicine and didn't know if it had any side effects.
Wei Chunyan thought Jiang Yun was afraid of the pain, so she comforted him softly, "This little wound doesn't need an injection. Just apply some mercurochrome!"
Jiang Jun pointed at the wound and said, "Sister Chunyan, look, there's still rust. You have to get a tetanus shot!"
Wei Chunyan smiled good-naturedly: "Why is there still rust? Did it hit the iron?"
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