C25 Old Village(1)

Wiping the hair that stuck together because of the dirt, wearing tattered clothes, getting dirty all over. How long have I been here? I don't know, maybe a year, two years... or even longer.

I'm in a very old clay house. There are many cracks on the wall. Am I going to collapse? Of course not. I've hit it many times, and every time, it will only add new injuries to me.

This room only has enough space to set up a bed. There is a yellow electric light that seems like it will explode if it is lit again.

I really hope that the heavens will do their best to destroy this room, and I'll be able to escape this hell, but that seems to be a wish that will never come true.

There was only a window and a door in the room. Because I escaped twice and was caught, they were knocked on densely packed iron sheets. There were always rusty iron locks on the door. Perhaps those locks were even older than mine.

"Wife." An ancient voice pierced into my ear. I hate it! I hate it! I have thought of death countless times, and at the same time, I have also hoped that he would come and save me. Even if I can see him again, I will be satisfied, so I can't die yet... Again and again, this is torture!

I don't know how I got here, my memories of my past life... Stop drinking with him and his friends, I fell asleep... When I woke up, I was lying on this rotten bed that would ring at any moment!

"Creak." The lock was unlocked. He came, the person who bought me. He was a cripple, not even as tall as me. His skin was dark. He had a pair of sharp eyes and a thick mouth. He has a mouthful of yellow teeth, and his tone is nauseating.

The first time he stuck his tongue into my mouth, I felt nauseous and nauseous. Biting him, he ruthlessly slapped me. He shouted at me: "I bought you, you have to serve me obediently!" My face is swollen, many geniuses have their swelling reduced.

Now, he didn't tie me up because I was too weak and couldn't resist him. Sometimes, I could only have a meal in two days. Heh, I really don't know how I managed to survive until now.

"I missed you so much!" The moment he entered, he began to take off his clothes and took off mine as well... I'm already numb to it, perhaps my tears have dried up, right now I can't squeeze out a single tear...

I no longer have any hopes of him coming to save me, I am no longer worthy of him. Isn't that right? There are many reasons for me to live in the beginning, my family... I want to know if they are doing well... maybe one day, I will be able to go back. Ah, maybe...

Right now, the one who let me live is no longer him or his family, there is only one reason for me to live - hate!

The ugly man who bought me is called Er Chou, he really matches with him. Erchou bought me because he wants me to give birth to a child for him. How is that possible! I was pregnant twice. How could I let my child be born in such a place! I'm afraid I'll hate this child!

The first time, three months, I aimed my stomach at the corner of the bed and hit it hard! When I felt that I was about to die, this child finally fell. Looking at the blood flowing out from under my leg, I was so happy, so happy...

Er Chou beat me up and didn't give me food for three days. Looking at his vexed look, I felt very comfortable and incomparably comfortable!

The second time, in two months, Er Chou didn't realize that I used his wooden stick to poke him to death. He bled again, and I was still so happy!

There was no doctor in the small mountain village, so naturally, I couldn't get help. Perhaps it was because I was hurt too much, but after that, I never got pregnant again. Heh, I'm very happy. Looking at his desperate look, I have a feeling of revenge!

Erchou lay on the bed and fell asleep. The door was locked. I don't want to run anymore, because I can't escape at all. I don't know the way. The villagers are all the same kind of people. When they see someone run, they will chase after him and beat him up. Just like how I gave him a life of poverty.

Many of the women in the village were sold. Perhaps they had already resigned themselves to their fate. Then am I resigned to my fate?

Erchou was about to go out to work. I asked him, "I haven't bathed in a long time. Can you let me out? I won't run anymore. "

Perhaps it was because he saw how dirty and messy I was, Er Chou hesitated. "I can't run out." I said weakly again.

"Alright." These two words seemed to have been squeezed out from the gaps between his teeth. Er Chou used a rope to tie up my hand. There was a wound on my hand, a wound that could never be removed.

Er Chou held onto the rope and pulled me out like a leash dog. Perhaps I am not even comparable to a dog. The villagers saw that the two of us didn't have any superfluous expressions. They were already used to it.

Finally, I came out of that room and looked at the blue sky and earth. I'm glad I didn't die. Er Chou brought me to the riverside. He untied the rope and said impatiently, "Go, go, go." After saying that, he squatted on the ground and smoked the cigarette he planted.

I'm not a pretentious person anymore. I'm already like this, what's there to be embarrassed about? He took off his clothes and went into the river. The river wasn't deep and had just reached my waist.

The coldness of the water stimulated my nerves, making me clearly remember my hatred towards this place! My hatred towards the people here! My life was ruined just like that! I will die, of course I will also let them die here!

I am very obedient and did not run. Er Chou no longer tied me down. I can move around in the village. I know many people. I remember all the people who attacked me, ran away, and chased me back.

There is an old man in the village. I have only seen him twice. Everyone in the village says that he is a strange person. If he does not work, he will not starve to death even if he stays at home. Some say that he eats rats, some say that he eats mud and will not live for long.

A child was lost in the village. After searching for a day, no one found him again. It seems that the person who was lost wasn't a person. The child was the fifth child of his parents. He was seven years old this year. This village did not lack children. No one would care about a child that was not important.

I just feel cold. Why would I not care about giving birth? I have been here for many years, but I didn't give birth to a child for Er Chou. The villagers couldn't help but mock Er Chou. Er Chou was angered outside. Then come back and hit me. My body is often full of scars. This wasn't important anymore, was it?

I am still very obedient. Erchou will do whatever he asks me to do. Perhaps he feels that I am much more pleasing to the eye. Erchou also doesn't often hit me, so living is much easier.

That day, I went to the riverside to wash my clothes. There were a few children bathing there. The children lived a comfortable life, and there was nothing to think about.

While they were playing, a child about ten years old suddenly screamed, "The citrus is gone! He was dragged away by the water ghost! Ah! Run! "The children quickly went ashore. They did not even have time to put on their clothes. They carried him and ran away. They did not care about their companions who had grown up with them. It was as if they were the ones who were dragged away if they ran too slow, just like their parents. How heartless?

I have been waiting there, waiting for the child's corpse to float up. I want to see what it will be like. It will definitely make me feel comfortable, because watching the people in the village die will make me very happy!

I don't know when I became like this. Perhaps it was the first time I ran away. When I was caught, I knelt down and begged them for a beating. Maybe it was when I knocked down the first child, or when Erchou crawled on my body and looked for joy... Who knows?

That child didn't come up to me. It disappointed me. I stared at the river and saw a hunched back. I smiled. I was very happy. I hummed a song and went back.

Wouldn't it be better if I died? Wouldn't it make me feel better? Fortunately, there was another person in the village who was a person in my eyes.