She returned to her small bedroom, and the furniture was exactly the same as in her memory.
The walls are covered with paintings of the stars of "Huan Zhu Ge Ge", and there are summer homework assignments on the table, as well as a repeater and the English textbook "Across America".
Opening his small drawer, there was a diary, New Year's cards, and a red passbook inside.
There were more than 2,000 yuan of New Year's money in the account. Later, the mother and daughter left home, and the first house they rented was paid for with the New Year's money.
A dreamless night.
Suffering from insomnia, she rarely had a good night's sleep.
Early the next morning, she found an excuse to go out and deposited 4,500 yuan in cash into her bankbook. Now she had 6,780 yuan.
These are small changes.
After returning from the bank, Ling Guozhi went to work. Only his mother was at home. She started cleaning up after breakfast in the morning and wiped the house. She is still busy now.
She needs to be sent out.
"Mom, go buy me some sanitary napkins."
My mother was wiping the range hood wearing rubber gloves. She turned her head when she heard this:
"It's not the time yet, wait until I finish wiping the range hood."
"Can't wait, it feels like it's coming soon."
Her mother always responded to her requests. He took off his gloves, washed his hands, and went downstairs.
Now she is the only one left at home.
She entered her parents' bedroom and opened the small phone book on the bedside table. The front was full of phone numbers.
Some of them she knew and some she didn't know. She turned through the pages and turned to the last page. There were several lines with numbers, some with six digits and some with four digits.
She opened the closet, followed the rows of numbers, and began to try the safe code.
I tried several strings of numbers, but none of them were correct.
She carefully recalled the way Ling Guozhi looked through the phone book last night. It seemed that he was looking from the end to the front, but the password was not on the last page.
I continued searching and finally found the page with Zheng Luomei’s phone number. There was a series of numbers written in the upper corner of the page, 680623.
She tried again, and bang, the safe opened.
Opening the cabinet door, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
The safe has two floors, and there is a lot of cash on the upper floor.
She counted six bundles in one pile, making a total of five piles and two more, totaling 320,000. There were several long pieces on the lower floor, sealed with white paper. She weighed them and found that they were gold bars. Underneath the gold bar was a file bag containing a property subscription document.
Yes, that's right.
In the previous life, my mother only knew that there was a safe at home, but she had no idea what was in it, not even the password. When I finally found a locksmith to open it, the safe was already empty.
Ten years later, Ling Guozhi was reported to have taken bribes, and she learned that the first sum of money embezzled by Ling Guozhi, 320,000, was hidden in the safe.
That should be it.
Now, she wanted to make the first move, and she wanted Ling Guozhi to suffer the loss of being dumb.
There was a sudden knock on the door and the sound of a key being inserted into the lock.
She quickly locked the safe, put the phone book back into place, and entered the living room almost at the same time as her mother:
"Mom, where are the nail scissors? Aren't they in the big drawer in your bedroom? Why didn't I find them?"
"I'll find it for you later."
Mom came into the house carrying a large bag of things.
Thirty-eight-year-old Jiang Qiuying has fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, a little puffiness around her eyes, and her hair is simply held back with a claw hairpin. Wearing an extremely ordinary straight-leg cotton sweatshirt and cropped trousers, she is a typical image of a slovenly housewife.
Ling Jiujiu's heart moved, remembering what happened to her mother in her previous life. After the divorce, she had no skills. In order to make a living, she worked as a supermarket tally clerk, washed dishes in a restaurant, worked as a room cleaner in a hotel, and worked as a caregiver in a nursing home. I worked as a foot washer in a pedicure shop, which was a very hard and tiring job.
She had seen photos of her mother when she was young. She was very beautiful, with big eyes, a mouth like a water chestnut, and her smile looked a bit like that female star named Yu Feihong. If my mother could have a decent job, if she hadn't been raped by Ling Guozhi and kept in captivity at home all these years, my mother could be more wonderful.
"Mom, go find a job."
"What will you do when I'm at work? Who will cook for you? Who will serve you two? To put it lightly."
"I eat at school, and my dad is not disabled. He can take care of himself."
Mom made a "bang" sound and went to clean the range hood again.
In the last life, also in 2003, around spring, Zheng Luomei once introduced a job to her mother, selling gold jewelry in a shopping mall.
It was only later that she realized that Zheng Luomei probably introduced Jiang Qiuying to a job that was far away from home and could not go home at noon in order to facilitate the affair. Although Zheng Luomei's intentions were bad, her work was a good one.
She was so ignorant at the time that she objected loudly when she thought that her mother would have to go to school to eat from the canteen when her mother went to work.
"Mom, I remember Zheng Luomei introduced you to a job. Can you still do that job?" she asked.
"What are you talking about? That's your godmother, no matter how old or young you are." Mom said angrily. And said:
"It's definitely out of the question. It's been so long. Besides, the time is not coincidental. It's too far away. I can't come back to cook for you at noon."
Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door.
Ling Jiujiu ran to open the door.
There was a woman standing outside.
