Staying at My Uncle's House

On the seventh day after my mother left, I checked out of the rental house in the provincial capital and returned to the county town with my snakeskin bag. There is no house for me in the county. There is only one brother-in-law who owes a lot of debt; an aunt who is a few years older than me; and a six-year-old cousin. On the first day I got home, I bumped into someone asking for a bill. My aunt pushed me behind me and said, "Song Yuan, you go into the house first." I didn't get in. My mother entrusted me to take good care of this family. Since this debt is owed to my family, it is my responsibility to pay it back. I just didn't expect that the mess in this family is much deeper than what the debt collector said. The letter hidden under the pillow, the Santana staring at the alley, and the old things hidden under my surname "Song"... I'm not going to leave. I plan to carry it.