Chapter 6 — Go home

An aristocratic school is a miniature place of fame and fortune. Everything a student does is closely tied to the family interests behind them. All of this, I felt very deeply a year ago. At that time, the news that the Tran family wanted to trade me away was told to me by a female classmate. She said Mr. Tran and her father were chatting at the wine table and mentioned this matter. Actually, she doesn't really understand the exchange of interests in the adult world, and doesn't know how big a business map this is behind. She just considered it a rare occurrence, telling me: “The process has already begun.” Those superficial words pushed me completely into the abyss. In those days, I lived like a bird afraid of bent branches. An occasional probing question from Mrs. Tran, a look, even just a very slight frown, can make my nerves tense. Because I know better than anyone, for children in orphanages, there is only one possibility of being returned by their adoptive families. You can't! You're not smart enough, not obedient enough, not useful enough... Just like an item that is carefully chosen, but in the end is discovered to have flaws, it can only be accidentally returned to the starting point, thrown back into that corner where no one asked. Days of such uncertainty and anxiety are very difficult to endure and will destroy all confidence and hope. School's final exhibition day. As usual, each student can voluntarily submit one work as a charity exhibition item. To support me, Mrs. Dao chose again and again, and finally took out a watercolor painting from her private museum that she had kept for many years. Mr. Dao was familiar with this matter, and only superficially said that the auction price of this work was nine digits, it was Ms. Dao's famous work. Her love for me is forever without sparing any effort, giving it her all. 13The effect of the exhibition was extremely good. In addition to students and parents in the school, the exhibition room was also filled with famous social celebrities, collectors, and long and short camera lenses from major media. Ms. Dao's painting is hung in the most central position of the exhibition room. She was surrounded by several masters of national studies and famous artists, invited into the inner room to drink tea and talk. A few familiar classmates and I walked around the exhibition hall. When the exhibition was about to end, over the loudspeaker suddenly came the impatient but strict voice of the security guard: "Dear guests, due to an unexpected situation, it is necessary to immediately close all entrances to the exhibition room. Please stay in place, do not move around!" The crowd immediately stirred, whispers arose everywhere. Before waiting for everyone to react, the security guard's voice rang out again, carrying an undisguised seriousness: "A Qing Dynasty jade necklace that the Tran family participated in the exhibition disappeared during the recent display. In order to coordinate with the police investigation, please keep calm and stay in place to receive inquiries according to procedures." The whole school cheered. I stopped walking, looking at the crowd with different faces around me. An extremely wild premonition, but extremely clear, like a poisonous snake wrapping around my spine. Tran family... jade necklace... I took a deep breath, my eyes pierced the panicked crowd, looking towards Mrs. Tran and Nguyet Nguyet. Nguyet Nguyet's eye sockets were red, crying until she couldn't breathe. She tightened her grip on the corner of Mrs. Tran's shirt, constantly apologizing to Mrs. Tran. "I'm sorry... I didn't take care of it carefully and lost your necklace..." Mrs. Tran was so angry that her face turned pale, she aggressively threw away Nguyet Nguyet's hand, lowered her voice and scolded: "It's all your fault, you insist on taking out my ancestral necklace to show off. It's just a tattered exhibition, it has no effect."

What use? It's good now, if it's really gone, let's see how Mom comes home to handle me!" "Sorry mom... I really don't know why I died, this afternoon is clearly still here..." Nguyet Nguyet wiped her tears, looked around, suddenly as if she had caught a life-saving straw, raised her voice, firmly affirming: "Someone must have stolen it!" As soon as these words came out, the crowd that was still watching immediately exploded. Those present today are considered rich, noble, and famous people. Being referred to in front of everyone as a "thief", everyone immediately showed anger. "Who is the Tran family considering to be a thief? Just a necklace from the Qing Dynasty, only the Tran family considers it a treasure, do you think everyone has never seen it before? ""Yes, hearing this sentence is really nauseating." "I heard that the Tran family is about to go bankrupt, today's matter is not to mention stealing the things under your care, then cheating people of a sum of money to fill the hole..." One sentence from this person, another sentence. At this moment, no one really cares whether the necklace is still in the exhibition room or not, everyone. were all pressing Ms. Tran to give an explanation. Ms. Tran was speechless, but luckily the police arrived in time.