I pretended to be indifferent and asked casually, "Are you going out to do something?"
Mary quickly put those things away and replied in a panic, "No, I'm just packing up."
After saying that, she quickly changed the topic, "Eva, where are you going to stay this time?"
Only then did I notice that the bed, the desk, and the wardrobe in my room were all gone.
Even the books I had treasured since childhood, the toys given to me by friends, and the diary I locked in the cabinet were all gone.
My room was filled with all kinds of miscellaneous items, leaving no place to stand.
Mary quickly explained, "It's just that there are too many things at home, and you don't come back often, I thought the room would be wasted, so I used it to store things."
"Where are the things in my room?"
Johnson kicked the bag on the balcony and said, "Don't worry, no one wants your junk. Even the junk collector refused to take them.
"You are almost forty years old and you have lost your job. Who is willing to marry you? I think the bachelor downstairs is pretty good. He is a little old, but he has several houses. You can marry him and live happily!"
I suddenly became angry.