On Chinese New Year's Eve, my mother sewed my mouth with a needle and thread
This year, I was eight years old.
For 10 years, I didn't say a word.
When my mother died, I buried her.
Before she died, she asked me, Nian'er, have you ever hated me? 」
I didn't answer her, I just looked at her steadily.
It took me a long time before I muttered never. 」
I lied, and I hated her on Chinese New Year's Eve when I was eight years old.
The day after my mother died, I woke up from my dream and lay in bed gasping for air.
I walked up to the mirror, and I was exhausted in the mirror, especially my lips looked particularly disgusting.
It was the mark of a needle and thread, ten eye eyes, five on the top and five on the bottom.
Ten years ago, I happily showed my mother the new clothes my father had brought back.
Mom, look at how good this dress is. I smiled and spun around in front of her.
It's good-looking, everything our family wears looks good. She touched my head tenderly.
It was the last time I felt her love.
At night, I was dazed and saw a figure enter my room.
I was awake and didn't relax until I saw that it was my mother.
But in the next second, she was holding me to the bed with a needle and thread.
I didn't know what was going on at first, until the smell of blood and pain spread.
The pain was so intense that I burst with more strength than I had ever done before, and I jerked my mother away.
But the needle and thread had already pierced my lips, and she was pushed like this, and the needle in her hand pulled me straight and hard.
I cried out loud in pain, hoping that my father would hear my voice and come to my rescue.
Sure enough, my father heard my cry and came over.
It's just that he didn't come to save me, he came to pull me into the abyss with my mother.
Father scolded in his mouth, Didn't I ask you to give her some medicine? You sew it so directly, you can't stand it. 」
Mother didn't look at him, but pressed me to me, "Don't talk cold there, come and help me press her." 」
The next second, I was held down by my father and couldn't move any more.
I don't know why the guy who gave me new clothes during the day and touched my head and praised me had become like this.
I cried and said, "You're not my parents, where did you get my parents?" Give them back to me. 」
Seeing that my mother was about to pick up the needle again, I struggled to kick her.
It was as if I was angry at this kick, and my mother gave me a slap.
As the crisp sound fell, I stopped crying and let her sew my mouth shut.
I just looked at them with tears in my eyes, it hurt, it hurt.
But I can't speak.
As if he couldn't stand me staring at him like this, his father silently turned his head away.
After that day, I always felt like they weren't my parents.
So every time my mother took apart the needle and thread for me to eat.
I would run out while she wasn't looking, pull people on the road and ask, "Have you seen my mother?" I can't find her, can you help me find her? 」
But people on the road avoided me, and I don't know why.
Until I walked to a piece of glass, I was startled by what was in the glass, and sat down on the ground all at once.
It wasn't until I saw the thing sitting on the ground that I realized it was me.
The bloody man in the glass is me.
I collapsed on the street and woke up in the familiar room.
A month after my mother's death, I received ** from my hometown.
The people over there told me to go back and pack up my mother's belongings.
Seriously, I really don't want to go back, that room is full of memories.
However, I went back to find out one thing.
The cause of my father's death, my mother said he committed suicide, but I don't believe it.
When I arrived at my hometown, the people in the village looked at me with strange eyes.
There was curiosity and ** in his eyes.
It's like saying, how did I get to this point?
I ignored the gazes of these people, they were all dead anyway.
Walking to the door, I stopped.
It's not homesickness, it's a fear that has been in my body since I was eight years old.
I walked in with my feet up, and strangely enough, there was not a speck of dust in this uninhabited room.
I looked around vigilantly, and soon, I noticed something that didn't exist in my memory.
It was a doll, and it looked out of place in this room.
I walked up to the doll and looked at it carefully.
Just as I was about to reach out and take the doll down, a voice suddenly appeared, and my raised hand hung in the air.
If you want this thing to come to you tonight, you can try to take it. 」
I slowly lowered my hand and asked suspiciously, "Is this thing alive?" 」
You can also understand it this way, it is too lonely, so it will find the first person to pick her up. 」
I looked at the gray-haired grandmother in front of me, and I didn't know how to believe her words.
Who are you? I asked, staring at her.
If you don't believe me, you can practice it, but you have to bear the consequences. 」
I didn't say anything more, I didn't know her, and I was lucky that she could come and remind me.
Just as I was about to take some things and leave, the old woman suddenly spoke.
Hey, girl, you won't be the daughter of this family, will you? 」
I nodded.
The next second, I heard the old grandmother gasp How come, why are you still alive? You should have died ten years ago! 」
I caught the key message in her words at once.
What do you mean I should have died ten years ago? You put it clearly, what's going on? 」
The old grandmother sighed Alas, what a sin, what a sin. 」
After saying this, regardless of the questions I asked, I walked out vigorously.
I was in a hurry and stepped forward and grabbed her.
Who knew that in the next second, she would disappear.
I looked at my empty hand as if the corner of my coat I had caught earlier was an illusion.
What's going on? Fear kept coming over me.
I looked back and saw that the doll was still sitting there.
Isn't this a hallucination? Could it be that I've hit something dirty?
Because of my mother, I naturally accepted all this incredible.
My hands trembled slightly, it was all so strange.
But I decided to listen to the old woman, I wouldn't touch the doll.
Just as I was packing up my mother's belongings and preparing to leave, I accidentally bumped into someone.
It was a very good friend with me. She also called me ** to get me back.
Niannian, why did you come back? She looked at me in surprise.
Didn't you ask me to come back? I asked her, confused.
Yes? Are you sure it's me? She pointed to herself.
I picked up my phone and showed her the call logs.
It reads Wen Feifei, exhaled for forty seconds.
There aren't many people I know in this village, and I wouldn't have come back if she hadn't called me up.
Because she once saved me, she was two years older than me.
That was when I was nine years old, and I had been suffering for a year.
My mother would sew my mouth shut every night, but she would make me eat.
So at mealtime, she would cut the needle and thread and sew it for me.
I have been tormented so repeatedly for a long time.
The bleeding that had just stopped was flowing out again, and the wound never healed.
Fate always plays tricks on me, and my wounds are inflamed.
I had a high fever early that morning, and I actually had a fever since the night.
The funny thing is that my mother and father were not there, so they locked me in the house and went out.
At this time, Wen Feifei came to me and saw that the door of my house was locked, and she was going to leave.
But it seems that there is a certain number in the dark, and she found a few adults to forcibly open the lock of my house that day.
And then I asked her, "How did you know something was going to happen to you?" 」
She said: A gut tells me that if I don't see you that day, I probably won't ever see you again. 」
She paused for a moment and then said, Actually, I was scared to see you lying on the bed and dying......」
She didn't continue, and I knew she probably thought I was dead.
Because of this relationship, my relationship with Wen Feifei has always been very good.
So when she called me and asked me to come back, I didn't hesitate at all.
Wen Feifei looked at my call log and exclaimed, "It's true, but I don't remember it." 」
But the voice I hear is your voice, and I can't be mistaken. 」
I couldn't have misheard her, but she didn't remember it herself.
A terrible thought popped into my head.
Maybe she's been controlled!
But I don't have any evidence to prove it now.
I thought about it and said to her, "Have you had anything strange going on around you lately?" 」
Hearing this, Wen Feifei thought about it very seriously.
After a long time, she said No, except for you coming back today, everything is normal. 」
I asked her a few more questions, and she answered them all.
But instead of dispelling my suspicions, it made her even more certain that she might really be controlled.
If there are several things that you have forgotten, then you may have really forgotten.
But there is only one thing I forget, and that is to be controlled by someone to do this, so I will not have an impression.
I'll tell her that you've been paying attention to it when you're sleeping lately. 」
She looked at me suspiciously, then understood what I meant.
She knew I was reminding her that someone was doing something while she was sleeping.
I've been in the village for a long time, and it's time to go back.
I've never had any feelings for this village, I should say I don't have any feelings for anywhere.
Because my mother took me to change places all the year round, I didn't stay in one place for more than half a year.
When he was sixteen years old, his father died.
Died outside, which my mother told me, saying he had committed suicide.
I didn't believe it, because I didn't see the body, and I didn't even know if he was really dead.
I always thought he was tired of the boring life day in and day out, so he left us to go.
It wasn't until the same day my mother died, that I received a letter.
The sender doesn't know, the recipient is Liu Zhinian, this is my name.
I thought it was cursed again, but this time it shocked me.
It said that my father died at the hands of my mother, and told me that he had evidence and asked me to go to this position to find him.
It's a strange letter, although I never believed that my father would kill himself, but I also didn't believe that my mother would kill him.
This is absolutely impossible.
So I took the letter and waited for my mother to come back.
But all I was waiting for was the news of my mother's death, just as I was waiting for my father to come back at home two years ago, and all I was waiting for was my mother's sentence that he had died, and that he had committed suicide. 」
What was I thinking when I heard that? Are you happy that the person who brought me the scars back then is finally dead, or are you saddening his death?
No, I was just silent, silent.
When my mother saw me like this, she seemed to see something dazzling, and she suddenly grabbed me by the shoulder and said, "Your father is dead!" Aren't you sad? He's dead, he's dead! 」
But I was still held by her, motionless like a puppet.
My mother didn't torture me anymore, but I would never say anything more.
When my mother looked at me, she went completely crazy and shouted at me hoarsely, Nian'er, mom please, you say something, mom please! You don't want to be nice to me like this, okay? 」
She hugged and cried all the time.
But I don't understand, it was you who hurt me, and now you want me to treat you like before, just because we are mother and daughter?
I don't want it. My mother didn't wait for me to speak that day, and when my mother died, I spoke, but unfortunately she couldn't hear me anymore.
I looked at my mother's relics, and there was a notebook in it, but I couldn't read the words on it, and I wasn't sure if it was a word.
I didn't go to school, and Wen Feifei taught me to read and write.
I flipped through the notebook, which was full of words I didn't recognize, and I wrote half of it.
Until I turned to the last page, it said, "I don't know if I'm doing the right thing, but as long as there's a glimmer of hope, I'll fight for it, and I'll ...... it."」
The words on the back were erased, and I couldn't make out what was written behind her.
Mom, what do you want to say to me? It doesn't matter what it is, I don't care about it for a long time.
At this time, I noticed that the handwriting in the front was different from the handwriting in this last sentence.
Maybe the first sentence was written by someone else, only the last sentence was written by the mother.
One thing after another weighed me down.
I slept very lightly that night and woke up at the first sound.
I looked at the mobile phone on the bedside table that was still vibrating, and when I picked it up, I saw that it was Wen Feifei calling.
After hesitating for a moment, I picked it up Niannian, my brother is gone. Wen Feifei's voice was crying.
Don't worry, speak slowly. 」
Article ** Since Old Ford, article "Sew My Mouth Up".