The wound on my face from my grandmother's blow was scabbed, and I cautiously crouched in front of the mirror to look.
Grandma glanced at me and said sarcastically: "I don't have that ugly face every day, why don't you come and rub the medicine for my mother!."」
My grandmother had a sick body and often had unbearable pain in her lower body, and every now and then, she would ask me to rub medicine on her.
The ointment was milky white and cold, and I reached down with trembling hands.
Grandma shook her body and let out a sigh.
Grandma, okay, okay. 」
I stood up, afraid to look at her.
Grandma** is very white, the whitest woman in our village**, but she is different from others, she has an Adam's apple, she has hair, other women have a smooth ass, she doesn't, she only has a narrow hip bone.
Other women have little strength, but she has a lot of strength, and during the autumn harvest, she can carry two bags of rice by herself.
Compared to women, I feel that grandma is more like a man.
I asked my mom why my grandmother was different from others.
My mother angrily slapped me and told me not to mention it again.
Since then, I haven't dared to talk anymore.
It's just that occasionally when I see my grandmother squeezing her eyebrows at Uncle Zhuang at the entrance of the village, a strange feeling of nausea inexplicably wells up in my throat.
Seeing that I was distracted, my grandmother slapped me hard.
What are you stunned?Your expression is disgusted with the old lady again?A woman grows day by day, and things are cranky!」
As she spoke, she suddenly tried to rip open my pants.
Let you show off, see how the old lady grinds your cheap hooves!」
Grandma looked crazy, stared at my pants, and held out her hand.
I was in tears, and I didn't understand why my grandmother hated me so much, why she humiliated me everywhere.
I tugged at my pants and gritted my teeth.
I kept begging, begging for mercy, hoping that my grandmother would let me go.
Because, I can't let my grandmother know that secret.
Grandma's heavy slap swung at me, and there were gradually more bruises on my body, and when I didn't let go, my grandmother was also tired.
She let go of her hand and threw me to the ground.
Very good!The cheap hoof gave birth to such a backbone, then I want to see, how long can you go against me?The old lady has a way to grind you!」
Grandma lifted her pants and slammed the door.
At this time, I didn't know the picture of fate, so it began.
Since that incident, grandma has gotten more ruthless.
As she said, she really has a lot of ways to grind me.
She began to deny me food for three days, punished me to kneel in the snow in single clothes, and made my brother wave a stick and beat me ......
If these are all petty fights, my life is hard, and I can barely survive by gritting my teeth.
But she made a very drastic decision.
She took advantage of my parents' absence and drove me to the cowshed.
Stupid girl is lazy, feed the cow to the old lady!Grandma chased me with a flat shoulder.
I hurriedly put down the bun in my hand, glanced at my younger brother, who was eating meat and had a mouth full of oil, hung my head, and went to the cowshed.
But there were no cows in the cowshed, only a person hidden in the shadows, Uncle Da Zhuang.
The aunts in the village all said that Uncle Da Zhuang, a widower, was a good old friend of his grandmother, and also said that Uncle Da Zhuang was blind and couldn't look down on clean women, and he didn't let go of a shemale who was neither a person nor a ghost.
These words, they will only whisper at the end of the village, because grandma is very tough, she can really cut people.
Uncle Zhuang often takes advantage of his parents' absence to touch his grandmother's room.
Whenever this happens, there are always some strange sounds coming from the grandmother's room, among which the grandmother's voice is hoarse.
I know that Uncle Da Zhuang is not a good person.
I stepped back, trying to get out of the barn.
But outside the barn stood Grandma, who looked at me meaningfully and locked the door.
Brother Zhuang, you play slowly. 」
I shouted in despair, only to hear footsteps outside walking farther and farther away.
Uncle Da Zhuang smiled lewdly, his hands turned into claws, and he was about to pounce.
I struggled desperately and dodged.
But Uncle Da Zhuang was pressed to the ground fiercely, he laughed wildly, and rubbed my head on the ground again and again.
I suddenly remembered that by chance, I heard my grandmother say that Uncle Da Zhuang has a quirk, that is, people who love to torture fine skin and tender meat.
She also said that if I was disobedient, she would give me to Uncle Da Zhuang.
I didn't believe it at first.
But now, it's really happening.
The smell of rotting fish penetrated my nostrils, and the pain hit me, and I felt dizzy in front of my eyes.
In a panic, I picked up a stone and threw it on his head.
The smell of blood came out, and Uncle Da Zhuang covered his head and stood up wailing.
He spat at me and said with a cruel smile: Disobedient dead girl, Lao Tzu spent two hundred to buy you, you don't want it!Then don't blame Lao Tzu for being unkind!」
His heavy foot stepped down, crushed my hand heavily, and fell with a stone.
I heard a click.
It was the sound of a broken bone in the hand.
My head was forced up and slammed against the doorframe, dullly, again and again.
Behind him was Uncle Zhuang's fierce scolding.
In the distance, I heard the laughter of my grandmother and brother outside.
Despair overwhelmed me, and I clung to the doorknob, hoping that someone would come to my ......'s rescue
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