Confess you in early winter

At the end of the call, Su Ci failed to refuse the girl's soft-spoken request.

Yan Chu promised the woman that she would focus more on her studies, and that her grades would not be affected by the delicate relationship between them. After all, Su Ci promised that she would not refuse to answer her calls for no reason.

In this small-scale offensive and defensive battle, Yan Chu won the initial victory, but she did not become complacent because of it, nor did she covet the short-term results and pester the woman to continue chatting.

Hanging up the phone, the big stone in my heart was finally put down for the time being, and Yan Chulu went home briskly.

Yan Tingyue and He Ping stayed in the capital until two days before Yan Chu's school started. When the trial results came out, Wu Jun was sentenced to seven years and three months.

Wu Jun's father still wants to protect him, but everyone pushes him against the wall, and all the relationships that could be used in the past are now completely useless. Even his father himself is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river. He cannot protect himself, and there is no possibility of turning over.

Yan Chu was not happy when she heard the verdict from her parents. She was very calm and thanked them in a flat tone, showing that she had nothing to do with her.

Yan Tingyue and He Ping didn't realize that something was wrong. They thought that Yan Chu just didn't want to mention this matter again, because even if Wu Jun was punished by law, the fear that Yan Chu experienced at the beginning really existed and could not be erased.

So after that, the topic about Wu Jun was completely exposed at home, and no one talked about it.

The school is about to start, and He Ping will prepare all the things that the two children in the family need to bring to school. It is not that Yan Chuyan and Wei sisters cannot take care of themselves, but that their parents always feel that there will be gaps in their own packing. hands on.

The night before the departure, Yan Chu checked the items in the suitcase in the living room. When she was sorting out the materials, she found that the note that she had put in the book before was missing.

It was the little note that Su Ci handed her on the plane.

Yan Chu opened every book and searched for more than half an hour, but found nothing.

She regarded that note as a treasure, and would take it out to look at it from time to time, remembering exactly where it was placed, but now she couldn't find it anywhere.

Just when He Ping passed by her, Yan Chu asked her casually: "Mom, when you packed my things, did you see the piece of paper I put in the book as a bookmark?"

He Ping stopped and thought for a while before saying, "I see."

A bad premonition arose in Yan Chu's heart immediately, but she remained calm and continued to ask: "Where did you put it? I can't seem to find it."

"It's not class notes, what are you keeping for them? Throw them away." He Ping took it as a matter of course, and continued to fold Yanchu's school uniform in her hands.

"You just threw it away without asking me? Where did you throw it?" Yan Chu stopped searching, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his face was a little ugly.

She really wanted to control her emotions, but at this moment, the anger of being offended for no reason still made her a little out of control.

"What's in the trash can? You still want to pick it up?" He Ping patted the folded clothes neatly, and her expression became serious. "What are you keeping for things that have nothing to do with study? You put your mind on your studies." , You will be in your third year of high school at the end of this semester, don't make such inexplicable things."

There was an unknown anger in Yan Chu's heart, and his tone was not kind: "Why is it so inexplicable? Why do you just throw away my things?!"

"What kind of attitude do you have?!" He Ping was agitated by what she said, and also became angry. She sat on the sofa and looked at her coldly, "I'm your mother and I can't touch your things? Isn't it just a piece of waste paper? It's so precious , is it worth talking to me like this?!"

"Even if it's really waste paper, you shouldn't dispose of it without consulting me!" She raised her voice, and dropped the book in her hand on the suitcase.

The book fell and there was a bang.

The living room was silent for a few seconds, and He Ping looked astonished.

Soon, she came to her senses, and what followed was unparalleled anger: "You actually threw something in front of me?! Who taught you to do this?"

Out of inner shock and anger, He Ping spoke quickly and said without hesitation: "What kind of naughty friends did you make at school every day to make you like this? There is no courtesy, is it reasonable?! "

"Whose friends are you talking about?" Yan Chu changed his usual humility and confronted He Ping tit for tat.

"What are you arguing about?!" The study suddenly opened, Yan Tingyue stood by the door holding the handle, and scolded with a sullen face, "What's the point of being so noisy?! Is there anything you can't say properly?!"

Seeing this, He Ping immediately told him in detail what happened just now, her anger still lingered and her tone was very aggressive.

"Xiao Chu." Yan Tingyue looked at her and asked for confirmation, "Is that so?"

Yan Chu pursed his lips and did not respond, but his expression was not convinced.

Yan Tingyue had a result in his mind, Chao Yanchu raised his chin: "Apologize to your mother."

"Why am I apologizing?" Yan Chu's eyes widened in disbelief, "She obviously threw away my things!"

The man's eyes were cold, and there was a hint of anger in his tone: "Of course you should throw away things! Your mother took care of you for your own good! If your mother hadn't taken care of you meticulously all these years, you would be standing here now. Talk back to us here?"

Yan Chu was speechless for a moment.

It's not because she agrees with her parents' point of view. On the contrary, she finds that there is a deep generation gap between herself and her parents, with different ideas and unable to communicate.

Although she has known this for a long time, she has never experienced it so deeply now.

They didn't think there was anything wrong with the way they disciplined their children. Even if she put on an attitude of being reasonable, they thought she was rebellious and disobedient to discipline.

In their dictionary, there are no such words as "understanding" and "respect", they only want her to obey unconditionally.

After being stunned for a long time, Yan Chu said again: "Dad, do you really think that what Mom did was right? Do you think I was wrong about this?"

Yan Tingyue looked at her expressionlessly, and asked, "Do you still think you are right?"

Yan Chu had nothing to say.

The atmosphere in the living room was tense, Xiaoyan stood beside the sofa and dared not make a sound.She was actually a little scared, this was the first time she saw her sister talking back to her parents.

The two sides faced each other in silence for two to three minutes, Yan Chu suddenly leaned over, closed the suitcase on his own, turned around and walked towards his room without saying a word.

"Stop!" Yan Tingyue stopped her, "Apologize! If you don't apologize, you don't want to sleep today!"

With his back facing his parents in the living room, Yan Chu pushed the door open and entered the room without looking back.

This attitude made it clear that he was not convinced, like adding fuel to the fire, Yan Tingyue was angry from the heart, and shouted loudly: "Yan Chu!"

Before the words were finished, the door of the room was slammed shut and locked with a click.

Yan Tingyue was furious: "Your wings are hard! How dare you slam the door! Who gave you the courage!"

His angry voice was shut out by Yan Chu, a door temporarily cut off the noise outside the house, Yan Chu vaguely heard Yan Tingyue and He Pingzhen still chattering and scolding.

But she didn't want to pay attention to it, she just felt unreasonable and exhausted physically and mentally.

With her back against the door, she squatted down on the spot holding her head.

The lights in the room were not turned on, only a faint moonlight sprinkled on the window sill, leaking into the room through the gaps in the curtains, forming a thin light.

She felt a little cold for no reason, as if the windows were not closed properly, and she could always feel a gust of wind blowing into the room, which made her heart feel cold and depressed.

That night Yan Chu was hungry and didn't eat, neither Yan Tingyue nor He Ping came to call her.

At night, Yan Chu lay on the bed and didn't fall asleep all night. Many thoughts flashed through his mind, about friends, family, present and future.

Thoughts are disorganized, cutting constantly, reasoning is still chaotic, and I can't make up my mind.

But what she thought about the most was Su Ci.

There was nothing to say all night, and at dawn the next day, Yan Chu got up on time and was making the bed when someone knocked on the door of the room suddenly.

"Please come in." When she got up this morning, she unlocked the door.

Yan Wei pushed the door open a crack, stood outside and called her cautiously: "Sister, Mom and Dad told you to have breakfast, and leave for school at nine o'clock later."

The two sisters are in the same private middle school, the younger sister is in the junior high school, Yan Chu is in the high school, and the start time is the same.

"I see." Yan Chu agreed with his mouth, but his hands kept moving, folding the quilt meticulously.

During breakfast, the dining table was quiet and the atmosphere was dull. No one took the initiative to speak, nor did they continue to make noise about yesterday's conflict.

Yan Tingyue and He Ping looked natural, as if they had forgotten the previous unpleasantness, but if they got closer, they could still feel the extremely low air pressure from them.

Yan Chu knew that this matter would not be so easy to pass.

But as long as Yan Tingyue and He Ping don't take the initiative to speak up, she will also pretend that nothing happened.

Sure enough, after breakfast, the first thing Yan Tingyue said when he put down his chopsticks was: "Xiao Chu, have you reflected on this one night?"

Yan Chu then put down the bowl and chopsticks, and replied calmly: "It's not me who needs to reflect."

Yan Tingyue frowned, and said in a stern tone, "Is this your attitude now?"

"What's my attitude?" Yan Chu asked, "What kind of attitude do I need? My mother threw my things without my consent, and said my friend is not good or bad. Has she reflected on it?"

Yan Tingyue slapped the table violently, causing the dishes on the table to rattle and shake.

"You are getting more and more outrageous! Did your mother say something wrong?! If you hadn't made some friends who are neither good nor bad, how could you become what you are now?!"

The people who are not three, four, three, and nine-rate in their mouths undoubtedly refer to Su Ci.

Throwing away her note, deliberately saying some harsh words, it's all because they have nothing to do, and they are making excuses.

Yan Chu herself could swallow the grievances for no reason, but she did not allow Yan Tingyue and He Ping to talk about Su Ci like this.

She also patted the table and stood up, staring at Yan Tingyue with red eyes, and said without hesitation: "My naughty friend you said helped me deal with Wu Jun. Before she comes forward to solve this matter, you What role did you play again?"

If it weren't for Su Ci, Wu Jun would still be at large, but her parents, who kept saying "for your own good" to her, planned to give up appealing for their face and interests, and let her accept the unfair treatment in silence.

Yan Tingyue was suddenly attacked by her and turned against the general. After a brief moment of astonishment, what emerged in his heart was uncontrollable shock and anger.

He yelled angrily, "Yan Chu! Are you crazy!"

"That's right, I'm indeed crazy." Yan Chu nodded affirmatively, and said without taking a step back, "I was driven crazy by your selfishness and unreasonableness."

The author has something to say: I have said that I am the author of a sweet article, and I don’t believe it unless there is a cutie.