She hated the Yi family in her heart.
If the Yi family hadn't refused to help her pay back the money and said it had nothing to do with their family, how could she not borrow the money and have to borrow usury!
"Well... I'll ask Xiaojin. She and she will help me!" Mu yuan hurriedly said.
"The Yi family made it clear that they wouldn't help us. What are your dreams!" yuan miao'e said angrily. "Now everyone outside knows that the Yi family has kicked us away. I told you to please the third young lady, but the result! It's not that you didn't please her and let her hear a few more words. She's dissatisfied with our family!"
Yuan miao'e blamed all her mistakes on others, but never thought about her own problems.
Mu yuan lowered his head and pulled his clothes tightly with both hands.
That day, Xiao Jin left so sad. In fact, he wanted to stop her, but he didn't, he didn't dare.
It's been so many days that Xiao Jin hasn't come to him again.
Although the piano teacher told him that he could always have piano lessons there, he could not learn with Xiaojin. Their time was staggered.
So, is Xiaojin really unwilling to learn the piano with him or listen to him play the piano?
"Well, you clean up quickly!" yuan miao'e shouted impatiently at her son.
Mu yuan walked slowly back to his room and began to pack up his things.
He is now leaving here with his parents. He heard from his parents that he wants to leave Shencheng!
So when will he see Xiaojin again in the future?!
He thought a lot. Finally, he hesitated, took out his pen and paper, wrote a letter and put it on his desk.
He hoped that if Xiaojin came back to him in the future and saw this letter, he would be willing to forgive him and know that he had to leave without saying goodbye!
When he grows up, he can support himself. At that time, he can do it according to his own ideas. No, even if he doesn't want to, he can only leave.
When everything was ready, Mu yuan left home with his parents and took a taxi to the railway station. Along the way, yuan miao'e and mu Fangchang looked nervous and seemed deeply afraid of meeting debt collectors.
Mu yuan just lowered his head and held in his arms the gift Yi Qianjin had given him - a small house.
She said it was "home".
For him, that was the best memory he ever had, so even if he had to escape from the deep city with his parents, even if the toy was inconvenient to take away, he insisted on leaving with the small house.
Suddenly, he heard his mother's startled voice, "what's the matter? We're going to the railway station. Why are you driving this way?"
"It's a short cut. There's no traffic jam," the driver replied.
However, the driver's driving direction is getting more and more biased, heading for a sparsely populated place, which is completely opposite to the railway station.
Yuan miaoe and his wife looked at each other, and their eyes were all uneasy.
"Stop, let's get off here!" said Mu Fangchang.
But this time, the driver didn't answer them. Instead, he drove faster!