Author: Abai Yabai

The speaker was a woman. Her voice was hoarse because she was old or had not spoken for a long time. The mixed emotions in her tone were very contradictory, including anger, resentment, hatred, and an indescribable sympathy.

I sympathize with others as well as myself.

The stone house responded to the woman's question that could not be described as a question with silence, as if it was a one-man show, spreading a deathly silence.

But Wen Yu was able to sense the entire illusion. There were actually two people in the room, one big and one small. They were the young A Tang and her mother.

"Why are you just a girl?"

The woman muttered and said it again, this time more like she was talking to herself, and with a strong sense of self-loathing, as if giving birth to a girl was very shameful for her.

There was a sound of beating and beating, which sounded like someone being grabbed by the hair, silently suffering and venting another person's resentment.

A long silence followed.

"Bitch."

The woman regained her composure and regretted what she had just done. She hurriedly put him in her arms and comforted her with choked sobs, "It's your fault. You shouldn't have beaten you. You are the one who is guilty. You should not have taken the child."

You came into this world."

The woman sobbed, and the stone wall made of scattered stones swallowed up most of the sobs, leaving only a few faint choked sobs that could not be controlled.

At this time, Tangang, who was still called Jianya, was held in her mother's arms. Her tense body had not yet relaxed, and her bruises were becoming more painful in the embrace that she thought was comforting.

She lightly lowered her eyelashes, her extraordinarily thick and long eyelashes blocking her emotions, and stretched out an arm to pat her mother's back gently.

The woman's crying continued, and she couldn't tell who was comforting whom, and who was seeking reassurance.

"never mind."

Ah Tang's voice became rougher, and the heavy frosting feeling startled the woman in front of her. When she heard her daughter's answer, she sobbed and put away her tears, helped her daughter stand up, and pinched the corners of her clothes in guilt.

, I didn’t know what to say for a while, so I had to share my energy with other things.

"I, I'm going to cook. You drink some water, I'll eat later."

Seeing her mother enter the yard, Tang tugged at the corners of her bruised mouth, remembering that when her father was still alive, her mother was not like this.

They are a family of three. Although her mother only gave birth to one child, they both loved her very much. After hearing the saying from the village elders that "a cheap name makes a living," they named her Jianya, hoping that she would live a long life.

For a long time.

The family had several acres of land, and even though they were not wealthy, her father would occasionally bring a few candies back when he went out to work to satisfy her cravings.

At that time, they didn't live in this dilapidated stone house, and the yard was often filled with laughter and laughter. My father liked to lift her up high, and then prick her with his stiff beard to make her giggle.

The most common thing he said was, "My daughter is so nice."

Later, there were floods and then severe droughts. The big men took the opportunity to drive up grain prices and purchase fields at low prices. Some people complained to the county, but it didn't work. They had colluded with government officials and businessmen for a long time.

The harvest was not good, and the only way to survive seemed to be selling land. A Tang stared at the scratched back of his hand, but what appeared in his eyes was the day when his father gritted his teeth and sold the land deed passed down by his ancestors to the largest landowner in the town.

A sad and forbearing look.

The income from selling the farmland could only last for a while, and soon the family ran out of food. Wild vegetables, bark, and even tree roots for several miles around were all wiped out by the villagers and people fleeing the famine.

My father had to work hard in the town, doing the most dangerous jobs, so that he could barely get enough food for one person.

Every time, Dad would act like he was full and pat his belly to tell Ah Tang and his mother to eat more. He could eat at the foreman's house.

Not eating enough, feeling weak, and feeling dizzy, something happened to my father.

That day, Ah Tang sat at the door. When it got dark, he didn't expect his father to come over to him with a smile on his face from a distance. Then he picked her up and raised her above his head, shouting "Fly, fly, fly!"

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Dad is dead.

The mother and daughter lived an even more difficult life.

No one will hire women because there are cheaper and stronger laborers.

"Hey, how can Mother Mo eat these things? Fortunately, I am here and I have brought food to you."

A man who sounded and looked very smooth pushed open the door, weighed a small bag of grain in his hand, and looked at the woman who was cooking in the courtyard.

Ah Tang subconsciously frowned in disgust when he heard the voice of the visitor. Thinking of what would happen next, he closed his eyes in pain, holding a sharp iron bar in his hand.

My father is dead, but my mother-in-law is very beautiful.

"Mo Niang, don't frown, I like the way you smile the most."

The man frivolously reached out and touched the face that he had wanted for many years. Although he had gotten it now, the fact that he had been asking for it for so many years but not getting it still fascinated him.

The woman leaned back, trying to avoid the man's hand. When she met the man's fearless gaze, her evasive movement froze, and she chose to endure the disgusting insult of the gaze.

"That's so good. Don't you have a daughter? Why haven't you seen her?"

When the man mentioned Ah Tang, the woman panicked for a moment, then shook her head firmly, "If you dare to touch my daughter, I will bite off a piece of your flesh even if you die."

After hearing the answer countless times, the man was already impatient and said, "You can continue to be tough. When I saw that I had nothing to eat, I asked you if you could hold on."

After saying that, the man let go of the food in his hand, and with the sound of "bang" falling to the ground, there was a secret exclamation from the woman. She thought of something, and even that exclamation was swallowed back.

An empty room on the far west side was violently kicked open, and a man carried a woman into the house. An extremely suppressed female voice floated in the air, and the man spoke vulgarly.

Through the crack of the door that was not closed tightly in the main room, maybe if the wooden boards that were picked up and spliced ​​together can be called a door, Ah Tang's hand holding the sharp tool was tight, his teeth were biting his lower lip, and there was a roar in his head.

Thoughts called anger, called breaking the jar and breaking the jar, flood the mind.

She wanted to rush out and pierce this carefully sharpened iron bar into the man's heart. She saw the blood spurting out and the warm, rust-smelling liquid splashing onto her face. In a daze, she looked at the pleading face of the woman above and below.

I remembered my grandmother’s repeated instructions.

"If you dare to do this, I won't have a daughter like you."

Grandma thought she didn’t hear what the man said when he first stepped into the courtyard after Daddy Sugar’s death. In fact, she was already awake at the time.

"If you don't want to, I have every opportunity to capture your daughter and let her go through this for you."

"You won't suffer either. Don't your family have no food? I can give you food."

"It turns out that Mommy Mo, you are not a chaste and virtuous woman. Why did you reject me and follow that poor boy? In the end, you still had to lie under me obediently, hahahaha."

His teeth bit his lower lip, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth. The roar in his ears receded like a tide, and the vulgar words of the man in the yard were infinitely amplified.

The swelling makes one's head hurt.

How can I get him to shut up.

If only he could never speak again.

Ah Tang clenched the sharp weapon in her palm, dragging her body that could feel the pain with every step she took. Her eyes were calm and unbelievable for her age.

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