"The resurrected younger brother"

Three months ago, I watched a truck run over my brother.

Blood oozed from my brother's body, his body twitched a few times, and his dark eyes stared at me in panic.

From that day on, the family was plunged into great grief.

Grandma specially placed my younger brother's spirit tablet in the room, and forced me to kneel down and offer incense every day.

But just this morning, my brother came back intact.

01.

I stared wide-eyed in shock, looking at my brother who appeared in front of me, unharmed.

He changed his previous arrogant personality and called me "sister" obediently.

Grandma and father didn't seem to be surprised by his younger brother's appearance, and handed him a side full of beef cubes as usual.

My mother was still eating a bowl of noodles in clear soup on the small table with a blank face, and she was not surprised that my brother came back to life.

Dense cold sweat oozes from my back, and my blood seems to be full of ice balls.

I stared at my younger brother who died three months ago, and ran to my mother in horror.

I lowered my voice, panted heavily and said, "Mom, brother is alive. Yes, is it a ghost?"

My mother looked at me indifferently, and continued to eat noodles without saying a word.

My words were heard by grandma.

She gave me a vicious look: "Damn girl, what nonsense are you talking about! Your brother is alive and well, and you cursed your brother to die early in the morning? I think you owe a beating !"

My father, who was covered in flesh and had a ferocious face, walked up to me, raised his hand and slapped me.

In an instant, my face swelled up.

But at this moment, it wasn't my father I was afraid of, but my younger brother standing behind my father and smiling at me.

Uncharacteristically, he didn't yell "good fight" loudly, but just looked at me with a smile.

There seemed to be no trace of expression in the big dark eyes.

"Su Xiaomi, your brother went to the summer camp three months ago, and you cursed him to death just after he came back, he's a bastard like your mother!" said the father with a cold face and widened eyes.

Did my younger brother go to summer camp three months ago?

No, it's impossible.

I looked at my brother with a pale face.

I distinctly remember him dead.

That horrible car accident happened in the afternoon three months ago.

scorching heat.

My brother and I are at home alone during the summer vacation.

He clamored for me to take him out to buy popsicles.

I was reluctant at first, but soon he bit my arm viciously.

My biological brother looked at me with the eyes of an enemy, but his immature face had the same ferocious expression as my father.

"Stinky bitch, Dad said, as long as you don't listen to me, you will be sold! Let you marry a bad old man!"

I'm scared.

Because I know that my father and grandma would really do such a thing.

In their concept, girls are money-losing goods, items that will be married off in exchange for bride price sooner or later.

As the boy's younger brother, he is the one who gathers thousands of pets in the family .

I took my brother to buy popsicles from Uncle Zhang at the entrance of the village.

In fact, I can't remember exactly how the accident happened.

All I heard was a screech of brakes.

Then I saw my brother, under the truck, with a lot of blood gushing from his legs.

Every day after my brother died, I lived in a huge shadow.

My grandmother and father were devastated by my brother's death, and regarded me as the chief culprit for killing my brother.

Dad grabbed my hair like a madman, pushed me against the wall and banged me several times.

I still clearly remember the heart-piercing pain from the scalp at that time.

The atrocity didn't stop until I fainted.

Pulled back from the memory, I was pretty sure my brother was dead.

I pointed at my younger brother tremblingly: "He's dead! His coffin and urn are clearly placed in the small room at home! You will burn incense for him every day!"

My father laughed back in anger, grabbed me like a chick, and carried me into a small room.

In the room, there is indeed a spiritual tablet.

But that is not my younger brother's spirit seat, but the spirit seat of my long-dead grandfather.

The spiritual seat and portrait of the younger brother disappeared.

At this time, a cool little hand rested on my shoulder.

I turned my head abruptly and saw my younger brother's face was very close to me, showing me an exaggerated and stiff smile.

02.

I shoved him away in fright.

My younger brother fell limply to the ground, but he didn't cry and just looked at me with those dark eyes.

If it had been before, he would have been rolling and wailing on the ground long ago.

But his body temperature is hot.

I heard old people in the village say that ghosts are cold.

The younger brother is not a ghost, but a living person.

Before I could figure out why my younger brother came back from the dead, I felt a sharp pain in my ears.

Grandma grabbed my ears with callused and rough hands, and looked at me with disgust from her inverted triangular eyes .

"Damn girl, tired of working? Not only went crazy early in the morning, but also pushed your brother!"

The father quickly helped the younger brother up.

Mother stood not far away, looking at us numbly.

She has always been this way.

Seeing that I was being beaten, I didn't care about it.

But in this family, my favorite is my mother.

Because although she doesn't care about me, she won't be partial to my younger brother like my father and grandma.

Her attitude towards me and my brother is the same indifference.

Grandma grabbed my ear and twisted it several times, but I endured the pain and didn't say a word.

When her anger was almost gone, I could finally go back to the small dining table for breakfast.

In our family, except for grandma, my mother and I are not worthy of eating on the big table.

But my breakfast is slightly better than my mother's, at least there is a thin vegetable leaf floating in my soup.

But at this time I have no appetite at all.

Out of the corner of my eye, I kept secretly looking at my brother.

younger brother ate very quickly, and grandma and father looked at him dotingly.

No one remembers the car accident except me.

His death three months ago, in the eyes of everyone in the family, he went to a three-month summer camp.

Suddenly, my brother seemed to notice my gaze.

He raised his head, looked at me quietly, and showed me a half-smile smile.

I shivered and lowered my head abruptly.

The younger brother who came back from the dead gave me a worse feeling than before.

It was a bone-deep, blood-curdling fear.

I clenched my chopsticks tightly, I must find evidence that my brother had already died once.

After breakfast, my brother went to school.

As a girl, I never had the opportunity to go to school.

Grandma urged me to do farm work quickly with an ugly tone.

Today I finished the work in hand as fast as possible.

While grandma and father were not paying attention, I slipped into Uncle Zhang's canteen.

My younger brother was hit by a car that day, and Uncle Zhang saw it too.

"Uncle Zhang!"

Uncle Zhang raised his head, seeing me, he raised his eyelids lazily, then lowered them again, with a look of unwillingness to pay attention to me.

"Uncle Zhang, three months ago, my brother was hit by a car. You saw it, right? He bled a lot, and the ambulance from the town came. You must remember!"

Uncle Zhang finally raised his head.

He looked at me strangely, as if looking at a madman.

"What are you talking about? Your brother is fine, what happened to the car accident?"

I stared at him blankly.

Cold sweat trickled down my back slowly.

"Impossible, Uncle Zhang, if you think about it again, it's in this place. I didn't look at my brother when I was buying popsicles, and then there was a sound of brakes. When I turned around, my brother was under the wheel. He bled a lot. There are many, many, it is clear that I will not survive." I said incoherently.

Uncle Zhang smiled: "I didn't expect you girl to have such a good imagination to make up such a bizarre story."

After that, he ignored me.

My heart cools down.

I know that Uncle Zhang is the same as my family, and he doesn't remember it either.

The fact that the younger brother died three months ago seemed to have evaporated from their memories.

03.

At this time, a hand was placed on my shoulder.

I turned my head and met my brother's face with a very weird smile.

"Sister, what are you doing here?" the younger brother asked casually.

"It's nothing." I took a step back as if I saw a terrifying beast, and shook off my brother's hand.

The younger brother took out a coin in his pocket and bought an old popsicle from Uncle Zhang.

He opened his lips, and his front teeth were missing a small hole. With a "crack", the younger brother bit off the popsicle.

"Sister, what do you think it feels like when a truck runs over you?" the younger brother said vaguely.

His eyes looked at me strangely without blinking .

A chill rose from the bottom of my heart.

"Why do you ask this question?" I stared at my brother in front of me.

I always feel like he remembers when he was run over by a truck before.

The younger brother showed an innocent smile: "I'm just curious, sister."

"Three months ago, what summer camp did you go to? How can your family have the money to send you to the summer camp?" I asked reluctantly.

Although the family dotes on my younger brother, our family's finances have always been very tight, and there is no extra money for my younger brother to attend summer camp.

And although I have never been to school, I also know that it is impossible for a summer camp to last for three months.

"The school let me attend for free, because I study well." The younger brother said slowly.

Suddenly, a bicycle rushed over and knocked my brother to the ground.

The younger brother fell to the ground, his face pale and painful.

The boy hurriedly got out of the car to help his younger brother up. He lifted his trousers, trying to check his injuries.

As soon as the younger brother's face changed, he immediately pulled down his pants, stood up and said it was okay.

But at that moment, I clearly saw the scars on my brother's legs.

A horrific wound that has scabbed over.

I rushed forward and grabbed my brother's trouser leg.

"I remember the truck that ran over your leg . You were in a car accident three months ago, right? Even if others don't remember, you must!" I shouted loudly.

A slap was slapped hard on my face.

In an instant, I saw stars in my eyes.

My father looked at me angrily, and picked up my younger brother.

"Your brother fell and injured himself at the summer camp, what nonsense are you talking about here!"

I lost my mind and followed my father back home.

My father and grandma greeted my younger brother, and I went back to the room alone.

My room is a small utility room.

Just next to the pigsty, less than five square meters, dark and damp, but I like it very much.

Because this is the only small world at home where I can be alone.

After a while, my father came over.

He fined me not to come out to dinner.

I don't know how long it took, but I lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

Suddenly, I was woken up by a rustling sound .

That sound was like the harsh sound of fingernails scratching a wooden board.

I woke up instantly.

The sound came from under the bed.

Mice are often seen here, so I was not surprised to hear this sound.

Sudden--

cough cough.

There was a slight coughing sound from under the bed.

I sat up abruptly.

In the darkness, the gasp just now was very clear.

My heart beats rapidly.

I bent down nervously, but met a pale face.

My brother was lying under the bed, showing me a weird smile.

04.

"What are you doing under my bed!" I looked at my brother in horror.

My brother slowly crawled out from under the bed and grinned at me.

"I just want to see if you are sleeping well, sister."

After the younger brother finished speaking, he left the room.

I sat on the bed, but I didn't feel sleepy, and my heart was beating extremely fast.

Suddenly, I heard grandma chanting sutras in a low voice from outside the room.

It seemed to come from the small room where the spirit tablet was placed.

I got off the bed softly and walked to the door of the small room.

There was a small gap in the room, and I leaned on the door and looked inside.

Grandma knelt in front of a spiritual tablet, chanting scriptures in her mouth.

In the room, a dim light shone on the spiritual tablet in front of her.

Next to the original grandpa's spiritual position, there was an extra spiritual position.

My heart beats crazily faster, could this be the spiritual seat where my younger brother disappeared?

But when I saw the name written on the spirit tablet, the blood in my whole body seemed to freeze.

I saw my name was actually written on the spiritual tablet.

Su Xiaomi.

"Xiaomi, don't blame grandma either, don't stay at our house, go reincarnate with peace of mind."

"Who made you a girl? Three months ago, that truck ran over you, not your brother."

"The master said, we must treat you as usual, and we must not let you realize that you are dead. Xiaomi, you should leave quickly."

Grandma was chattering.

My heart was cold to the bone.

So it wasn't my brother who died?

but me?

I returned to the room as if I had lost my soul.

In the second half of the night, I couldn't fall asleep.

The strange thing is not my brother, but me.

I am already dead.

I can't believe this fact.

While everyone was asleep, I decided to look through the household registration book at home.

I heard an old man in the village say before that when a person dies, a red death certificate will be stamped on the household registration book.

Fortunately, I knew that the household registration book at home was stored in a small cabinet in the living room, so I dug it out in no time.

I nervously opened the account book and turned to the page with my name on it.

Sure enough, a striking red death certificate was stamped on it.

I was startled, and the household registration book fell to the ground all of a sudden.

I sat on the ground slumped, covered my face and sobbed softly.

It turned out that I was really dead.

I haven't even been to a big city, seen it, or gotten a good education, and just died like that.

Maybe my crying alarmed my mother. I saw her come out of the room and stand in front of me, looking at me with complicated eyes that I couldn't understand.

"Mom." I murmured.

"Go, hurry up!"

My mother suddenly grabbed my hand and pushed me outside.

"Wherever you want, don't come back here!"

"Mom, don't chase me away. I will leave when the time comes. I know I am dead." I cried.

Mother froze for a moment, and then I saw her head subconsciously turned in the direction of the room.

"What nonsense, you are not dead, but if you continue to stay here, you will not be far from death."

I stared blankly at my mother, not understanding what she was talking about.

Suddenly, the sound of father getting out of bed came from the room.

My mother's expression changed, and she quickly pushed me into the cabinet.

"Don't make a sound."

After she finished speaking, she closed the cabinet door.

I hid in the narrow cabinet and saw my father come out through the gap.

he glanced at his mother , he went straight to my room.

After a while, my father came out angrily with red eyes.

He grabbed my mother by the collar: "Bitch, where did you get her?"

05.

Mother stood there, no matter how much father pressed her, she didn't say a word.

"Okay, I haven't hit you recently, let you forget who you are!"

The father was furious, and slapped the mother hard on the face.

Mother's face turned to one side and soon swelled up.

I saw two lines of blood oozing from my mother's nose.

I hid in the cupboard, feeling very anxious.

But I remember what my mother said, please don't make a sound.

Grandma came out with her younger brother when she heard the voice.

She watched her mother being beaten indifferently, without any intention of stopping her.

"Bitch, tell me, where is she!"

The father kicked the mother hard in the stomach.

The mother groaned in pain, covered her stomach and fell to the ground.

But even so, she still clenched her teeth tightly, refusing to reveal my existence.

I can no longer just watch my mother being violently beaten like this.

I rushed out and stood in front of my mother.

I begged and looked at my father, begging him not to beat my mother again.

Mother raised her hand with difficulty, she looked at me with hatred, her voice was hoarse to the extreme.

"What are you doing out here, go, get out!"

I was crying, shaking my head and saying no.

At this time, I suddenly heard grandma say to my father, find a rope to tie me up .

"Am I really dead?" I cried out.

My father looked at me and suddenly sighed: "Su Xiaomi, you are dead. You died three months ago, but we didn't expect you to come back after the first seven days."

"You are a girl, you are not worthy to be buried next to our Su family's cemetery, so we buried you on the back mountain."

"If you don't believe me, I'll take you to see it."

I was silent for a moment, but decided to see my own grave with my own eyes.

At this time, my mother was holding my hand tightly and shaking her head desperately at me.

It was the first time I saw such a look of fear on my mother's face.

Grandma's big wrinkled hands grabbed my mother's hair and dragged her into the room.

After struggling twice, my mother regained her numb expression, but when she looked at me, she shed two lines of tears.

I still followed my father to the back mountain.

Just at the foot of the back mountain, I saw a scrawled tombstone.

Su Xiaomi's tomb.

When I saw my tombstone with my own eyes, my heart beat wildly.

"Now you believe it, let's go, you will have a good birth in the next life, don't stay here anymore. The master said, tie you up and lock you up for one night, and you can leave."

I followed my father dully to the house.

Suddenly, I tripped over a stone under my feet.

His head hit the ground heavily.

Immediately, bright red blood flowed from my forehead.

I ignored the pain, but looked at my father suspiciously.

Since I am a ghost, why can I still bleed?

Unless, I'm still alive.

As soon as my face changed, I stood up and ran outside.

But it was still a step too late.

father 's huge palms grabbed me firmly.

screamed loudly and struggled.

My father let out a cold snort from his nostrils, and dragged me by my hair towards the house.

I screamed "Help", but now it's dead of night and no one can hear me.

At this time, I saw Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang seemed to have just returned from drinking outside, and passed by the path in front of me while drinking a ditty.

"Uncle Zhang!"

It was as if I had grasped at straws, a glimmer of hope in despair.

06.

I think Uncle Zhang must have heard it.

He turned his head and looked at me.

I shouted excitedly.

"Uncle Zhang! Help me!"

Uncle Zhang was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, as if he didn't see me, and left.

I was suddenly ashamed.

My father sneered and tied up my hands and feet and locked me in the room.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I raised my head and looked at my father expressionlessly.

Maybe I have never looked at my father with this kind of eyes before, my father was stunned for a moment, and then sneered.

"Who made you a girl, the Su family is poor, I can only wrong you."

After the father finished speaking, he closed the door and left.

Outside the window, the night was terribly dark.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

My younger brother came in, squatting in front of me, looking at me with a smile.

"Sister, in fact, three months ago, I was indeed run over by a truck." The younger brother said while playing with his nails.

I looked at him coldly and motioned him to continue talking.

"But I didn't die, luckily, I just broke my leg."

"I was sent to the hospital for treatment. At that time, an insurance salesman came to my ward. Dad was very interested in this accident insurance."

"I don't really understand. Anyway, I know that as long as you die, our family will have a lot of money. Dad said that I can marry the most beautiful girl in school."

As the younger brother said, he showed a wretched smile that did not meet his age.

After listening to my brother's words, I immediately understood everything.

At that moment, my heart was completely cold.

Uncle Zhang and his father are in the same group.

That's why Uncle Zhang helped his father complete such a lie.

During the three months that my younger brother disappeared, he was recuperating in the hospital.

Grandma and Father devised a plot to trick me into believing I was dead.

They even stamped a fake seal on my household registration booklet.

Originally, I thought that although my father was very bad to me, at least he would not eat his own child.

But I didn't expect that I would let him kill me because I was a girl.

My younger brother didn't see the change in my expression, and continued to say triumphantly, "Father will drag you to the back mountain and bury you when it's almost dawn."

"A loser like you should exchange a lot of money for me."

I was trembling with anger, tears poured out uncontrollably.

...

At this time, in the interrogation room.

The police uncle brought me a glass of warm water and a pack of clean, scented tissues.

"Uncle, what happened is exactly as I said, father, grandma and brother, they all want me to die." I said tremblingly.

The young policeman looked at me with sympathy and confusion.

"Little sister, I sympathize with what happened to you, but I don't understand why the bodies of your father, younger brother, and your grandma were found in the coffin?"

I took a deep breath and recounted the painful experience of that night again.

…

After my brother left, I thought about how to escape.

Not only do I want to escape, I also want to take my mother to escape from this devil's den.

Father's rope was neither loose nor tight, as if he had concluded that I had no strength to break free.

But he underestimated my willpower to survive.

I frantically rubbed the rope against the sharp protrusions on the shelf behind me.

After half an hour.

The rope in my hand finally broke.

I opened the door lightly.

But I didn't expect that my father was squatting outside, holding a hatchet, and staring at me with wide eyes.

07.

Holding a hatchet, my father approached me step by step with scarlet eyes .

"Don't blame me, blame you for being a girl."

My father swung his hatchet and slashed at me.

At this moment, my survival potential exploded.

I slammed to the side and managed to dodge my father's hatchet.

The hatchet was hacked on the cabinet and firmly embedded in it.

While my father was pulling out the hatchet, I picked up a stick on the ground and stood behind him.

I thought of all the things he had done to kill me, so I hit him hard on the head.

My father looked at me with wide eyes in disbelief, his tall figure shook and fell down.

Blood was streaming from his head, and his father struggled to get up from the ground while muttering "Kill you bitch" in his mouth.

But maybe I knocked too hard, and my father couldn't get up for the time being.

Grandma rushed out at this moment, and when she saw my father, she screamed and cursed me loudly.

She grabbed a kitchen knife and was about to rush towards me when my mother suddenly jumped out from behind and grabbed grandma's arm tightly.

"No, don't hurt her," said the mother, through tears.

"Damn you bitch, back then our Su family paid 10,000 yuan to buy you back, just to let you carry on the family line of our Su family." Grandma cursed viciously.

"Anyway, you don't like her, why don't you kill her and add more money to our Su family, and add another golden grandson to our Su family."

"Kill her, kill her!" The younger brother on the side clapped his hands and shouted.

Their voices mingled together in my head.

bitch.

Bitch.

I'm a girl, so I'll be damned.

Like going crazy, I rushed to grandma with a wooden stick.

Grandma was also frightened by me.

She slashed at me subconsciously.

There was a sharp pain in my hand.

But I can't care less about the pain.

If I didn't protect my mother, she and I would have to die here today.

The wooden stick hit grandma's head, and grandma groaned in pain and fell to the ground.

The younger brother stood there stupidly, not daring to move.

I glared at him, but my younger brother no longer had the arrogant expression before, and was trembling all over.

A stream of yellow liquid was left between his legs.

I grabbed my mother's hand and ran out with her.

Interrogation room.

I wiped the wet tears around my eyes: "Uncle, after my mother and I escaped, I don't know what happened next. After we stayed in the hotel for one night, we called the police the next day. "

The policeman looked at me, his sympathetic expression suddenly became serious.

"Su Xiaomi, I want to hear the truth." The police uncle said sharply.

I flinched back in horror.

"Uncle, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand." I said in fear.

The police uncle looked me in the eyes: "Su Xiaomi, your mother is already dead."

I stared blankly at the police.

My mother has always been by my side, how could my mother die?

I stood up anxiously and roared like a trapped animal: "I have a mother! My mother has always protected me!"

The police uncle handed me a piece of paper directly.

This is a death certificate.

"Your mother Zhang Ke, originally a college student, was kidnapped and sold to the village. After giving birth to you and your younger brother for your father, she soon went crazy .

Finally her body was found in the river, Su Xiaomi, your mother, is dead. "

08.

My whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and I sat there blankly, looking at my mother's death certificate.

The mother in the photo is very young, smiling very brightly, not at all what I usually see.

"So, you have been imagining that your mother Zhang Ke is still alive, right?" the policeman looked me in the eyes and asked.

Some memories that I had neglected came to my mind in an instant.

When I was three years old, I knew that my mother was the most beautiful and smartest woman in the village.

But she doesn't like it, she doesn't even want to look at me.

She told everyone that she was a college student who had been kidnapped, and she wanted to go back.

My grandma and my father didn't like me either, they called me a loser.

When he was six years old, his mother escaped once.

But he was quickly caught by his father and beaten to death.

After that, the mother never dared to run away again.

In fact, I am very happy that my mother can stay with me. I love her very much.

When I was seven years old, my mother gave birth to my younger brother.

Grandma and father are very happy, they are much better to my brother than to me.

But my mother was not happy at all, she became dull-eyed, always looking in the direction of the village entrance.

Finally one day, they found their mother's body in the river.

Mother died.

I am heartbroken.

But at night, the mother came back again.

Although she is as indifferent as before , at least she is by my side again.

At this time, my mother was here with me.

I turned and looked behind me.

Mother stood there, smiling at me.

I laughed too.

"Uncle policeman, you made a mistake, my mother is not dead, she is here."

The police uncle stood up and sighed suddenly.

I saw him come out and chat with a man wearing glasses.

"Su Xiaomi's delusional disorder is already very serious, she is completely addicted to her own world."

"To Su Xiaomi, her mother is the spiritual pillar for her to live. Under the long-term violence and abuse, Su Xiaomi imagined a motivation to keep her alive."

"The doctor has checked her body. Her father is a beast."

I saw the policeman look at me, he clenched his fists and his face was extremely gloomy.

I'm a little nervous.

I don't know what they are talking about.

My mother stood next to me and hugged me.

She comforted me, don't be afraid.

She will always be with me.

I gradually became less afraid.

With my mother around, I feel at ease.

"Su Xiaomi has been malnourished for a long time, and her whole body has been injured to varying degrees."

"People in the village told us that Su Xiaomi's grandmother, father and younger brother often abused her verbally and physically. In the worst case, Su Xiaomi was almost drowned by her father."

I heard the policeman's voice choked up and said, "So she can't take it anymore, can she?"

"She couldn't take it anymore, she put rat poison in their bowls, she buried their bodies in coffins, but she forced herself to forget about it and told herself that it was her mother who was with her through everything ."

They looked at me with pity.

Soon, I was sent to a hospital.

But here is more comfortable and bigger than home.

There are many uncles and aunts chatting with me, and I live very happily.

The one who lived in the same room as me was a little boy who was told by his uncle that he had autism.

He doesn't like to talk, so I told him a story.

"Do you want to hear my secret?" I blinked and said with a smile.

He looked at me blankly.

"This story, called a girl, used an illusion to deceive everyone's story."

09.

The boy stared at me blankly, as if he didn't understand what I was talking about.

I smiled slightly and patted his head.

"That's great, you're a boy."

The boy looked at me half understanding.

"If I was born a boy, would I be as happy as my younger brother?" I said softly.

After I finished speaking, I laughed at myself again and told the boy my story.

When I was seven years old, my mother died and her body was soaked in the river. I still remember her swollen, horrible face.

I was a little sad, but not particularly sad, because I always knew that my mother didn't love me. She was kidnapped, and her loving family has always been in that distant big city.

She rarely talked to me, even before she was crazy, but occasionally she would tell me that big cities are much more prosperous than here, and girls are favored there.

She never considered me her family, I always knew that, but I don't blame Mom, she's more pitiful than me. I have lived in darkness since I was born, and she has lived in happiness.

There is nothing more terrifying than the darkness after seeing happiness.

After my mother died, all the housework in the family fell on me.

I don't know what a normal seven-year-old girl is supposed to do, but I get up at six every day to prepare breakfast for the family.

Once I had a high fever and overslept and didn't get up on time.

My father grabbed my neck and buried my face in the water tank.

He was so strong that I thought I was almost drowning.

I still remember my father's cold eyes, his eyes told me that if I did not comply with their demands, I would really die.

At first I liked my brother very much, but he didn't love me either.

Like his father and grandma, he would only call me a loser.

He often steals money from the family and then slanders me.

Every time, I was beaten half to death by my father.

When I was eleven, I had my period.

I didn't know what a period was and I thought I was going to die.

It was a very beautiful aunt who gave me the first pack of sanitary napkins.

According to people in the village, she went to live in a big city when she was very young, and she did that kind of work.

I don't know what that kind of job is, anyway, people in the village treat her very badly.

But Auntie is very gentle, she is the gentlest person I have ever met.

She unpacked a pack of sanitary napkins for me, which were very fragrant and soft.

My aunt taught me how to use it and stuffed me with several packs.

She was quickly scolded and driven away by the villagers.

Before she got in that car, I worked up the courage to run up to her.

I begged her to take me away, the aunt hesitated, she nodded.

I was ecstatic, and just as I was about to leave with my aunt, my father slapped me across the face.

"If you don't want to die, don't meddle in your own business," said the father, holding a hatchet and still stained with the blood of the chicken he had just killed.

Auntie's car left.

My hope, my only light, was gone too.

One night at the age of twelve.

Granny grabs me by the neck, she looks at me with envy and says I'm a slut like my mother.

She picked up a torch and wanted to burn my face.

I cried and called my grandma to let me go.

The younger brother stopped the grandma.

I thought he was trying to save me.

But he said indifferently: "Grandma, Dad said, she only has that face that is a bit useful, and the face is not good, so I can't sell it for a good price. How can I marry a beautiful wife?"

"Sister, why are you crying?" the boy looked at me and said.

He raised his hand, wanting to wipe my tears.

I smiled and wiped away my tears.

"Recently, my father wanted to sell me to an old bachelor in the village.

He is forty years old, his face is full of pockmarks, and it is said that he still has that kind of infectious disease, no woman dares to marry him.

It turns out that my value is 5,000 yuan.

So, while they were out, I bought a bottle of rat poison and poured it into their meal.

I was scared, so I wondered if my mother would praise me if she was there.

So I pretended to be sick and they all believed me. "

I had a great laugh.

But the boy told me that the tears on my face were getting more and more.