Dressed As the Villain’s Mother

Mom, I am not lying.

Although Ji Zhile is small, he runs fast.

At this time, there were quite a few elderly people who came to exercise in the park. Originally, the conversation between the man and them did not cause any movement. It looked like a parent with a child, and it would not attract people's attention, but when the two children ran away, he wanted to catch up. There must have been a misunderstanding.

The man is holding the recording pen and mobile phone, and has already got what he wants, so there is no need to chase after it.

The man walked away neatly, thinking that it would be a good material to take today's interview and go back and put it online.

The interview video played by the local station two days ago, in which two children picked up the bottle, sparked a lot of discussion, and was edited and posted on the Internet. However, there was no capital operation, and it was only spread in a small area.

The two children are cute, and they speak in an orderly and polite manner. They are young, and the contrast between doing things like picking up bottles is too great.

Plus the last sentence, don't tell my mother, my mother hurts when she beats someone, and most people think it's a child's talk, which is quite interesting. But a small number of people think that this may be the reaction of children being abused by domestic violence, otherwise how could such a young child voluntarily come out to pick up trash.

As a reporter for the local gossip newspaper, the man has already sensed the traffic in the contradictions, so he visits the park from time to time, but unexpectedly, he actually runs into him.

Ji Zhile's heart was pounding, afraid of being chased by a man, although he was still very young, but from what the man said, he felt that he was a bad person, and he was going to the door to find the police uncle.

"Ji Zhile!"

Someone called him from behind, and Ji Zhile ran even faster in fright.

"Ji Zhile, don't run away!"

Ji Zhile's footsteps slowed down slightly, her familiar voice sounded like her mother's.

He stopped and turned his head, and saw his mother running towards him at a glance. Suddenly, all the fear in Ji Zhile's heart seemed to be scared away. He ran towards his mother and hugged her thigh: "Mom!"

Si Tian was flattered at once, after all, Ji Zhile didn't care about her at all yesterday, and showed her vengeful character to the fullest, but today she is so enthusiastic.

She stroked Ji Zhile's curly hair: "What's wrong?"

She followed the two children far away and saw the man talking to them and giving them the bottle, so she thought it was Ji Zhile asking for it, because a similar thing happened in the amusement park, but seeing Ji Zhile After running, Si Tian chased after her. Ji Zhile was small, but quite explosive.

Ji Zhile said, "That uncle is a bad guy."

Si Tian was slightly startled: "What happened?"

Ji Zhile frowned and said, "The uncle said he was a reporter and wanted to interview us, and he asked my mother if she hit me."

Si Tian felt strange, is the reporter so free now? She also came to care about the child's family, but Ji Zhile is not a starlet either.

"Why did he want to interview you?"

Just as Ji Zhile was about to say something, Xiao Yuan tugged at his arm, and Ji Zhile shut up: "I won't tell you."

Xiao Yuan's parents don't know about him picking up the bottle, and Ji Zhile wants to keep it a secret for his good friend.

Si Tian's curiosity is not so strong: "Okay, then you go to sell bottles, can I go with you?"

When Ji Zhile came out of the house this morning, he still felt that he hated his mother, but now that his mother appeared here, he didn't feel disgusted anymore, so he nodded: "Yes."

Si Tian smiled: "Thank you Zhile."

"Mom, why are you in the park?" Ji Zhile asked.

Si Tian decided to tell a beautiful lie: "I came for a walk, but I didn't expect to run into you two. This must be God's will."

Ji Zhile seemed to like her words quite a bit, and said very reservedly: "Yes."

The two children were familiar with the way to the recycling station, Si Tian watched them sell the bottle for three yuan, Ji Zhile folded it neatly and put it in his pocket.

"Xiaoyuan, do you want a Coke? I'm rich now." Ji Zhile said.

Xiao Yuan shook his head: "Coke is too expensive, I go home and drink water, it doesn't cost money."

This experience is also a very precious experience for Xiao Yuan. In the future, if he can’t learn well, he can pick up bottles. However, Xiao Yuan feels that picking up bottles earns too little money. It would be great if he could earn more. up.

The two children bid farewell, and Si Tian took Ji Zhile home.

In the car, Ji Zhile took out the money, counted it carefully, and asked Si Tian: "Mom, do you want a Coke?"

The way he asked the question was very interesting, not like holding three yuan in his hand, but like holding three million in his hand, he was very grand, Si Tian thought it was funny, and asked back: "Will you buy it for me?"

Ji Zhile nodded, and said seriously: "You can buy a small bottle."

Although I told Xiaoyuan in the morning that I would not give the money to my mother, but just now my mother appeared in the park and hugged him, Ji Zhile felt that she could forgive her a little bit, and she could also buy water for her, but the big bottle Coke costs eight yuan, but Ji Zhile only has three yuan now, so he can't afford it.

"No, thank you Zhile." Si Tian couldn't use the money a three-year-old child earned by picking up bottles.

"You can keep it for yourself, and you can buy whatever you want in the future."

Ji Zhile thought for a while and said, "Okay."

He has a lot of things he wants to buy. He wants to buy potato chips, chocolates, and KFC, but those are very expensive. Ji Zhile really wants to hurry to next week, because the teacher will open the exchange shop next week. There are a lot of small stickers, and they will definitely be able to exchange for a lot of snacks at that time.

After returning home, the first thing Ji Zhile did was to go back to his room, put away the three yuan he got today, and then took out his small notebook of revenge. He decided to laugh at his mother who wrote a full page last night. He wiped off a little bit, because his mother hugged him in the park today, and he felt that he could forgive his mother a little.

In the living room, Si Tian leaned on the sofa and told Ji Jiangzhou what happened in the park today. Dad also has the right to know.

She focused on telling the story of the reporter's interview, but she still felt strange: "Is that person really a reporter? I want to go to the park and check the surveillance again."

Ji Jiangzhou's voice is gentle, giving people a very calm feeling: "I will investigate clearly."

Si Tian: "Okay, I'll trouble you then."

Since Ji Jiangzhou said so, there is no need for her to waste time doing useless work.

Sitting on the sofa, Si Tian scrolled through Weibo. She followed several local bloggers on Weibo, and would often post promotional information about the store. But today, Si Tian discovered that two of the bloggers had forwarded a Weibo Bo.

[The truth about a three-year-old boy picking up trash turns out to be like this! 】

Si Tian paused with her fingers, feeling a subtle feeling in her heart. She clicked on the original blog, and it has been forwarded thousands of times. The most praised comment below is: [I think it’s wrong after watching the evening interview. Who would take the initiative to pick it up? Rubbish, think about it when you were young]

[A lot of people only see the cute children, I just feel sad, having such parents ruins their lives]

[Tell a three-year-old child to pick up trash, is it his biological parents?]

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Si Tian felt more subtle. She clicked on the interview video of the original blog. The pixels were not high, but people familiar with it could recognize Ji Zhile at a glance. Si Tian felt that Ji Jiangzhou didn't need to investigate. She seemed to have found the culprit.

The man in the video asked: "Last time you said that your mother hurts when beating people, does she often beat you?"

Ji Zhile's voice was flustered: "Yes, my mother beat someone."

Si Tian: ...

"Ji Zhile!"

Hearing her mother's voice, Ji Zhile quickly hid the notebook, climbed off the stool, opened the door of the room and ran down.

Walking to his mother, Ji Zhile heard the voice from the mobile phone, his eyes widened immediately, and he leaned his head to look at the video on his mother's mobile phone. He opened his mouth in surprise: "Mom, this is me."

Secretary Dessert: "Listen, is this what you said?"

Ji Zhile muttered softly, "I hate that uncle."

But still watching the video, until the last sentence appeared at the end of the video, Ji Zhile opened his eyes wide and said in a panic: "I didn't say that, Mom, I didn't say that."

He panicked for a moment. He remembered that he clearly said that his mother would not beat others. Why did it become like this? Did he remember wrongly? Or he was too anxious to say the wrong thing.

Ji Zhile's eyes were red with anxiety.

Seeing the child's eyes wide open and about to cry, Si Tian hurriedly grabbed his shoulders and hugged him halfway: "I know, Zhile, tell me, what were you talking about?"

Ji Zhile was extremely wronged: "I said mother doesn't beat people."

"Mom, do you trust me?"

He was still young and didn't know what editing was, and he was dazed when he heard his own voice say something different.

Si Tian said, "Of course I believe you."

What she didn't believe was that this blogger actually posted the video of her son directly. Si Tian decided to immediately use the resources around her - Ji Jiangzhou, to sue this blogger!

Hearing what his mother said, Ji Zhile hugged her arm tightly. He thought that his mother would not believe him, because he was not sure if he was really wrong.

Ji Zhile felt his nose a little sore, he buried his head in the crest of his mother's neck, brushed his hair, and decided to completely forgive his mother for laughing at him.

He said in a small voice, "Mom, I didn't lie."

Si Tian patted him on the back: "Mom will avenge you."

Ji Zhile nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

Ji Zhile decided to tell her mother about picking up the bottle and being interviewed last weekend, but before that, Ji Zhile said: "Mom, I want to tell you something, you can't tell others, especially you can't tell your little one." Yuan's mother."

Dessert nodded: "I won't."

Ji Zhile decided to trust her mother one more time: "Xiao Yuan and I were also interviewed by the reporter's sister last weekend, and she said we could watch it on TV."

Si Tian was taken aback, and then asked, "What TV?"

Ji Zhile still remembers it clearly: "The evening interview at 7:30 p.m. on **** station."

Channel **** is a local channel in the city where they are now, so before she knew it, her son was on TV once?

Ji Zhile whispered her request: "Mom, can I watch TV?"

Although the bad uncle made Ji Zhile feel disgusted today, his saying that many people like it still moved Ji Zhile. What kid doesn't want to see himself appear on TV?

Si Tian said: "Yes, it just so happens that our TV has a playback function."

Ji Zhile cheered immediately: "I'll ask my brother to watch it together."

Of course, the more people know about such a big event as being on TV, the better.

Si Tian nodded, and when she was tuning the channel, Ji Zhile called Ji Ning down. The mother and son sat on the sofa.

Si Tianxin thought that she was indeed a child, and her emotions come and go quickly, which is quite cute.

Si Tian's thoughts continued until she saw Ji Zhile on TV, standing against the sun, wearing a sun hat and holding a garbage bag to rummage through the trash can.

Find a mineral water bottle and throw it into the bag happily, just like those old women who pick up garbage.

Although I saw Ji Zhile picking up bottles in the park today, this was the first time Si Tian saw her son turning over bottles from the trash can, and the smile on her face could hardly be maintained.

Then I heard Ji Zhile say: "If you don't save money, you will become very poor, just like our family."

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"I can't let my mother see it. It hurts my mother to beat someone."

The smile on Si Tian's face shifted.

Transferred to Ji Zhile's face, Ji Zhile's eyes were round, and he said in surprise: "Mom, I'm really on TV!"