When I was three years old, a tragedy changed the fate of our family. That day, my mother was attacked by a snake, and when my father came home, he saw my mother disheveled and there were traces of snakes in the house. The angry father beat the mother all night.
From that day on, my mother became so bewitching that my father even put a sign in front of his house, allowing the people of the village to pay to be close to my mother. Ten months later, when the mother gave birth, a python took away her newborn sister. The mother's life became more and more difficult, and she finally passed away in endless torment.
The people of the village feel sorry for the loss of such a beauty, but I know in my heart that my sister will return and avenge all this.
Oh, Lao Huang, your daughter-in-law is really getting more and more tasteful, her waist is twisted like a snake, and I want to end my life on her. He Youcai, the butcher of the village, said in a rough voice.
Hearing He Youcai compare his mother to a snake, my father's face suddenly turned gloomy, and I knew that he must have recalled the scene when my mother was attacked by a snake when I was three years old. Seeing this, He Youcai immediately took out ten cents and promised to send another two taels of meat, and his father's face softened.
I hid behind the door and didn't dare to look directly at my father. When he got the money, he slammed the door and went out, and I knew he had gone to the tavern at the east end of the village. Only then did I dare to go into the house to see my mother.
Pushing open the door, I saw a beautiful woman with a flushed face, autumn waves in her eyes, and skin like congealed cream. At the age of ten, I already knew a little about the world, and I couldn't help but blush and my heart beat when I saw it. I approached my mother, whose snowy skin was covered with bruises, and I gently took the ointment from the cupboard and applied it to her.
As soon as the ointment touched her mother's skin, she couldn't help but tremble. The mother seems to be becoming more and more sensitive, and the slightest touch will provoke her **. The ointment turned into a thick white liquid that slipped off my mother's fair skin, recalling a scene when I was three years old.
Once upon a time, our family was harmonious, except for my father's love of drinking, there were not many twists and turns. Every time there was an argument over alcohol, my father would try to soothe my mother and give me candy to make me happy.
However, everything changed when I was three years old. That day, my father went to the town to sell firewood, and I clamored to follow, and he used the money from the sale of firewood to buy me a string of tempting sugar gourds. When I got home, my father told me to be quiet and wanted to surprise my mother.
But as we approached the house, we heard my mother's painful moans, and my father's face turned pale. He didn't even bother with me at the door, kicking open the crumbling door. The sound of the door falling to the ground alarmed the mother, who let out an exclamation, and the father saw only traces of snakes crawling and wide open windows.
My father stared at his disheveled mother, perhaps given goosebumps from the cold wind blowing through the window. The mother had not yet come to her senses, with a confused smile on her face, white liquid flowing from her body, and her stomach bulging slightly.
I didn't understand what was happening, I just felt my father's anger. I carefully tugged at the corner of his coat, and when he turned his head, I raised the usual flattering smile when I made a mistake, and handed him the rock sugar gourd that I was reluctant to eat. But my father just glanced at me in disgust and shoved me away, and I couldn't catch the rock sugar gourds, so I could only watch them roll to the ground one by one.
I cried helplessly, but neither my father nor mother paid any attention to me. The father rudely grabbed his mother's arm, who was still smiling in a daze, and dragged her out of bed. Her mother's disheveled skin, her delicate skin was cut by stones on the ground, and her father threw her in the cold snow. He picked out a suitable stick from the firewood room and whipped it on his mother.
Only then did the mother come to her senses, and kept dodging the stick, crying and begging her father to stop beating, crying out that it hurt. But the father was even more angry at the mother's coquettish cry, and cursed as he beat it
Stinky **, his grandmother's, doing that kind of thing with a brute, right? ”
Rotten, **see if I don't kill you today. ”
Damn, if I don't come back, you're going to run away with that brute. ”
My father's voice was very loud, and I wiped the tears and snot from my face with my dirty sleeves, hugged my father and said:
Dad, dad, don't fight, don't hit my mother, my mother hurts. ”
When I was three years old, I was not fluent in language, especially when I was anxious, and I could only jump out word by word. But my father, with red eyes and angry eyes, glared at me, and the stick spun and fell on me.
Grandma's, you're not that slut and brute cub. Damn, see if I don't beat you to death today. ”
I cried in pain after only one moment, and my mother's cries mingled with my father's roars. One after another, villagers came out of their homes, some were watching the excitement, some were persuading each other, and some were commenting on their almost naked mothers.
Oh, what is this for, the child is still so young, don't hit the child. ”
Yo, such a thick stick. Hehe. ”
I didn't find that the daughter-in-law of the old Xu family was so good-looking. ”
With the persuasion of well-meaning villagers, my mother and I survived, but we were thrown into a firewood house and left to fend for ourselves. My mother hugged me, and despite the fact that her voice was shivering from the cold, she tried to comfort me:
Xiao Yue'er, don't be afraid, don't be afraid of your mother, your mother is here. ”
My mother whispered to me in a trembling voice to put me to sleep. After two days in the wood room, I felt that my mother had become a little different, and she seemed fairer and more beautiful than before.
Two days later, my father opened the door of the firewood room with a smell of alcohol, and when he saw his mother who had become more beautiful, he picked her up. I stumbled after my father and mother. My father opened the door, glared back at me viciously, and impatiently told me to roll into another room. I heard my mother's cries of pain as she was thrown on the bed and her clothes being torn. It didn't take long for the mother's coquettish gasps to come from the room, mixed with the sound of the father slapping the mother and cursing from time to time, over and over again, all those words.
Slut, fucking ......」
The room, though full of my father's angry scolding and my mother's low sobs, was warmer than the cold wood room. In the midst of such sounds, I leaned against the door and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, it was my father who kicked me awake. From that day on, the father who once loved me was gone. I started taking on all the chores I could, laundry, yard cleaning, ......
There was a new room in the house, where the mother was placed by the father, and a small sign hung at the door. I couldn't read, but from that day on, my father's drinking buddies went in, and then the room kept being wheezing.
When the men came out, with a wicked smile on their faces, they said to their father:
Lao Xu, you are really blessed, this one of your family is better than what I found for fifteen yuan in the town. 」
After saying that, they took out ten cents from their pockets. My father took the money, but he didn't have the joy he had when he used to make money.
It's been a long time since I've had enough to eat and clothe, and when I saw my father making money, I cautiously stepped forward, hoping to get a penny to buy candy to eat. But my father looked at me angrily, kicked me away, and took the money to drink. I looked at his back and suddenly it felt like everything was different.
After that day, my father never went to work again. All he did every day was wait for someone to come into his mother's room, wait until the wheezing stopped, listen to the ill-intentioned laughter of those people, and then collect money to drink.
But within a few months, my mother's belly grew bigger. The father was so angry that he beat his mother with the freshly grown wicker, and her back was covered with red marks, like falling flowers in the snow. The father's eyes became more and more a**, and finally he threw the wicker and closed the door.
I listened numbly to the sounds in the room and went to boil the water.
The next day, my father went to get the medicine and forced my mother to drink it, but my mother's stomach did not change at all, but became more charming and charming. Even as the mother's belly grows bigger, those people are more eager to enter the mother's room.
There are even people who are willing to add money to get their father to allow them to go in and enjoy their mother. They always say:
I can't touch my family when I'm pregnant, it's still good to do this, no matter how you get it, hehe, don't say it, she tastes better after pregnancy. 」
Sometimes, they would even look at me with that disgusting look and ask when my father would let me come out and sell it too. At the age of four, I looked almost exactly like my father, who finally believed that I was his child.
So, even though my father treated me badly, he didn't allow anyone to think badly of me. Those people could only leave disappointed, with reluctance in their eyes.
Ten months later, the mother gave birth to a chubby sister who survived the effects of multiple abortion pills. But when the father saw the blue scales on his sister's face, he became angry again, and he lifted his sister up and tried to throw her to death.
However, the younger sister thought she was playing with her and giggled. Just as my sister was about to land, the fragile wooden door was swept down by the snake's tail. The snake's tail curled up his sister and held it high, and the snake spat out the letter, staring at his father with cold animal eyes.
My father was stiffened by this sight, as if he had been frozen. The head of the snake looked at my father, then at my mother and me, and then left with my sister. My sister was giggling the whole time.
When the serpent left, my father seemed to have lost all his strength, and fell to the ground at once, trembling constantly.
After that incident, I never mentioned my sister again, and buried everything about her in the bottom of my heart. Only in my dreams can I vaguely feel the warmth of holding my little sister. She smiled at me, so well-behaved, so cute.
The mother never got pregnant again, and the father became more and more reluctant to stay at home. The sign in front of the door of her mother's room turned into a small bucket, and every man who walked out of her room would happily throw in ten pennies. When my father was short of money, he would come back and grab a handful, and then he would not be seen for a few days. When I was hungry, I would take some money from it to buy food and ointment for my mother. But as I get older, some people start to ** their faces and hands, and then give me a penny with a smile. I can only try to dodge, and if I can't dodge, I can only endure it.
And just like that, I grew to the age of ten. Coming back from the memories and looking at the mother who was already ** under him, a tear couldn't help but fall on the futon. I wiped away my tears, covered my mother with the quilt, and went back to my room, nibbling on the already cold steamed buns.
I thought our lives would go on like this, but a few days later, my father flattered and led a very wealthy-looking man into our dilapidated yard. The wealthy merchant casually threw his father a tael of silver, and the father took it and immediately bit it to confirm that it was true, and then held the silver and talked about buying a new daughter-in-law. But this time it was not the sound of ** coming from the mother's room, but her sharp screams and the laughter of the rich businessman.
After a long time, the rich merchant walked out with a satisfied face, asked his attendant to give my father two ingots of silver, and said nonchalantly: Although you are a woman who is fun, she is not durable, so bury it when you die. 」
Hearing him say that my mother was dead, I hurried into the house. The mother had bruised fingerprints on her neck and scars on her body, as if she had endured great pain. The father nodded and sent the rich merchant away, looked at his mother's corpse and took a sip, calculating how much land he could buy with the money in his hand, and what kind of new daughter-in-law ...... he could buy
I gently stroked the fingerprints on my mother's neck and closed her eyes. I looked at my ecstatic father and thought, "Father, you don't know, my mother is dead, and my sister will come back for revenge." 」
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