54. Trafficked sister
The kidnapped sister.
Red and Green: True love doesn’t end
I woke up early that day and the sky was gray.
There was no way to get out of the water, and smoke was rising in the middle of the air, and the village people went to put out the fire.
I went around the hall and came to an old rocking house.
The light of the flashlight lighted the dark house.
I saw a dark porcelain porcelain in the corner of the wall, filled with ashes, above the porcelain, with a black piece.
When I got close, it was a woman’s head.
She was cut off from her tongue, cut off her limbs and stuffed into the altar.
One.
The day Uncle Wang brought his wife back, the men from the village went to see it.
I’m in it too.
It’s a beautiful woman, with long legs and naked skin.
Better than all the women in our village.
She looks tired. She hasn’t woken up on Uncle Wang’s back.
It should be said that every woman who comes to our village sleeps heavily on their male backs.
I’ve wondered before.
I’ll see you later.
They were drugged by traffickers.
The woman on Uncle Wang’s back paid him $4,000 for it.
For Uncle Wang, who has burned his voice since he was a child, he can’t speak.
My dad shot me on the shoulder and said he’d buy me a pretty broad.
When he said that, he looked naked at the woman.
He, like the men around him, was splattered and sweated and defiled for his work.
They were excited to clap their hands at Uncle Wang, who went home behind her back.
After sundown, the men came home.
My dad asked me to wait, and then he took Uncle Wang and asked the contact if he had said when he’d send a woman, how much would it cost?
Uncle Wang crossed with his hand to the effect that he did not know either, and the contact gave the notice.
Uncle Wang’s mother pushed my dad out of the back and told him to get inside and do his work before he woke up and had trouble again.
I’m embarrassed to stand aside.
My dad’s gonna ask me something else, right now, something’s going on in the house.
Uncle Wang opened the door.
That woman fell off the bed.
The Wang Queen cried out for the reasons for her long years of work and she was very strong and easily dragged the woman back to bed.
Then she pointed at Uncle Wang and said to the woman:
“You’re the man, you have to live your life and give him a baby. I’m sorry.
Women may not understand what we’re talking about here, but they don’t have any faces.
She’s just staring at us in silence.
The clean and bright eyes ran away from Uncle Wang and my dad and fell on me.
My face gets hot.
As you can see, Wang’s wife took a sip and dragged Uncle Wang to her side and yelled at him, “Do something and do something.” I’m sorry.
Then push me and my dad out and close the door.
My father scratched her head and laughed at her, saying, “This bitch is real, and the brother is blessed. I’m sorry.
Two.
Our village is located in the mountains, particularly in a remote area, where it takes more than an hour to reach the road.
No woman is willing to marry in such a backward place, so we have to buy women to pass on.
Fearing that they would run, they would be locked in the house until they had children.
On the way back from Uncle Wang’s house, my father said those women were like white-eyed wolves, trying to run like my mother.
I can only follow, yes yes.
I know too well my dad’s temper.
Scars on my face and lame left leg remind me not to turn against this man.
So all these years, I’ve never seen my mother’s suffering.
I’m glad I’m a boy.
If it was a girl, it would be sold, replaced, tied to the bed, punched, kicked and chained.
That’s how they come.
That’s their life.
And I, like the men in the village, would buy a woman back and then let her have a son.
The next day, I followed my dad in the field.
It’s not too hot in the sun. The fields are full of villagers.
Teruko! I’m sorry.
My dad suddenly called me.
I looked up in his eyes and saw the field not far away, and the woman was carrying Uncle Wang’s arm and walking this way.
The people in the field stopped working and looked at the woman.
She was also wearing yesterday’s dress, short sleeves, long waist legs, and naked and smooth skin.
No injuries.
That means Uncle Wang didn’t hit her yesterday.
There’s a man who’s been yelling about how you brought her out.
There are also those who say that the girls have a lot of eyes, either in bed, to live with you, or to follow the rules when they have a baby.
They’re loud. They’re not worried about the woman.
Even my father said, “This is not a simple woman. I’m sorry.
After an acre of gushing, I took a shot of the locusts that were sucking blood on their legs, and followed by the phrase, “Well.” I’m sorry.
Uncle Wang’s field is right next to my field.
He did not pay any attention to the people of the village at all, and only when he went to the field did the woman say something in his ear while standing in the field.
When I left the field, I buried my head there.
The woman found a shade to stay and look over here.
My work is just in the shade. It’s a lot of space.
I ran out of the field and moved the things, and she stood by and watched, and later she asked me, “My name is Xiaoqing, what is your name?” I’m sorry.
“Lin and Lin Fai.” I said.
And she smiled, and her eyes were bright: “You are nothing like anyone here. I’m sorry.
3
The news that Uncle Wang took Shaw to the field in the morning soon spread in the village.
At noon, the village chief took several men to Wang’s house to persuade him to lock up the woman again.
Uncle Wang, who had always followed the orders of the village chief, had this time been taken out of his country with a harsh attitude.
Xiao Jing was stuck with Uncle Wang, always smiling.
On the third day of Shaw Ching’s visit, my father invited Uncle Wang to dinner at my house.
I burned four dishes and my dad opened a bottle of wine.
After having had enough to drink, my father used his wine to pick it up when he spoke to Uncle Wang.
Uncle Wang is sitting there.
He can’t talk. He’s just got weird gestures against my dad.
My dad’s eyes were all stuck to Shaw Ching, and he didn’t care.
I packed the chopsticks in silence and kept my head down.
Just as my father’s hand was about to reach into his clothes, I finally missed the oily plate in my hand, which fell on the table and sounded so loud.
Xiao Ching stood up and said he’d help clean up.
My dad’s up too.
He pulled Shaw Ching, kicked me in the ass and called me wrong.
His skin is darker and his smoother hand is whiter and softer.
I leaned on my head and walked to the kitchen with a plate.
Behind me I heard Shaw shivering from the sound of laughing and trying to get my dad to let her go.
Uncle Wang still didn’t get my dad.
He didn’t seem to like that woman as much as I thought, but it was a child-bearing tool for him anyway.
I walked faster, almost escaped.
When I finished my bowl and sat in the corner for a long time, I got up and looked for them.
It’s quiet over there.
There was no man’s breath and no woman’s cry for forgiveness.
There’s only a large area of frog barking out there.
Go to the chapel.
I saw my dad on the floor, face down, lying down for how long.
Xiao Jing was attached to Uncle Wang and was scolded by him.
She smiled at me when she saw me come, “Your father, he…”
She didn’t continue, but she strangled Uncle Wang: “It’s your fault.” I’m sorry.
Uncle Wang looked at me for a while and asked me to take my father from the ground to the inside with him.
When Xiao Jing looked around, he asked me, “Where’s your mother?” I’m sorry.
I said, “Death. I’m sorry.
“Ah, I’m sorry.”
Her voice is beautiful.
And I looked at my father’s dark, rough fingers, and said, “It’s okay, it’s been a few years, and I have no feelings for her. I’m sorry.
4
After sending Shaw Ching and Uncle Wang, I plugged the door, limped and found a stick from the woodhouse.
There’s a lot of frog barking out there. It’s loud.
5
Shaw Ching came to the village on the fourth day.
My dad died.
I cried and told the village chief about the consequences.
I asked Uncle Wang why he wanted to kill my father for a woman.
After her shock, Wang cried and said that her son would not do such a thing and that no one in the village knew that he was best connected to my father.
Her voice was large, and the village chief was upset by her and told to cover her mouth.
Uncle Wang fell in front of me and his fingernails strangled into my arm and his lips shivered, but he couldn’t say anything from his throat.
He’s mute.
So I’m not worried about that woman.
She’s just been sold to us, and the most important thing she says is no one will believe it.
But Xiao Jing just came to hold Uncle Wang down and apologized for my father’s death.
Uncle Wang struggled twice in her hand, and suddenly he let me go, as dead as ashes.
There is no defence.
It’s like I’m telling you, he missed him because my dad had a hand on Shaw.
This is it.
The village chief suffocated.
Uncle Wang was grounded and I went to the King’s house, and part of my land was cut out for the village.
It’s over.
As if man’s life were in their eyes as though he were an animal, male or female.
I always knew.
Six.
After the villagers helped bury my father, I kneeled there to burn paper.
It’s a low-profile place, weed.
When the paper was burned, I climbed up from the floor and walked home with a limp.
Far away, see Shaw at my door.
She looked down like she was crying.
It’s the first time I’ve seen her getting beat up and crying like any other woman.
The other day, I always wondered why she was nothing like those women.
She should be like them.
She should try and escape from here.
Unless it’s her cover, so Uncle Wang can let her down.
My mom used that.
Unfortunately, my dad wasn’t as good as Uncle Wang.
I opened the door.
Shaw Jing didn’t go in.
She begged me to get her out of here.
My mom begged me that way.
Unfortunately, she was caught with my dad and the village.
My leg was crippled at that time.
After that, I never again dared to say a word for my mother, and I watched.
I’m cold-blooded and cowardly.
But Shaw Ching is begging me.
I looked at her and finally noded and said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
I hear my own heartbeat.
7
Shaw Ching came to the village for the fifth day.
Another man died in the village.
Same as my dad.
He was shot alive and thrown into the river and found in the morning.
8
The way to Uncle Wang’s house is through that river.
I’m standing by the shore, far away.
June’s sun is very poisonous and hot on the sky.
I looked through the crowd at the swollen body as if I could smell a stink.
The dead man is a naked man.
There are so many of them in our village, poor and unable to afford to buy an entire woman, that we can only find money to go to the village with women.
A man like that can die.
I’m going back to Uncle Wang’s house.
Go around the closed gate to the blindfolded window.
I slowly put it on the glass, trying to see if it’s inside.
Then I saw the woman who cried and begged me last night, while he was carrying a knife, a knife to his neck and a throat.
The red blood came out, she lifted her eyes and saw me outside the window.
I don’t know how to describe that feeling.
It’s like a nightmare.
Dreams and realities overlap, with great fear running around.
Shaw didn’t give me a chance to escape.
She was so fast, so she grabbed me and locked me in the house.
After taking a closer look at me, she suddenly smiled.
What did she say?
I came back from fear and shock, swallowed my mouth and tried not to shake my voice:
“I didn’t see anything! I thought you said you wanted to get out of here. Tomorrow, tomorrow you can go. I’m sorry.
She dumped the blood dripping from the wrench.
“Oh, yeah.” She said, “That’s for those who want to hear. I’m sorry.
The naked man who took it from the river this morning.
Last night, he followed her all the way, knowing that she had the same idea of escape as those women, and finally took it down.
But it gave me a chance.
I can’t help but think about it later.
“Lin Fai. She looked at me and said, “We’re the way we are.” I’m sorry.
9
Last night, Shaw Ching left.
As the naked man hiding under my walls followed.
I called him “Uncle.” I’m sorry.
Men stop and look at me.
“Hueko, stay out of this. I’m sorry.
He’s reminding me.
I remember when he tied my mom up with my dad and watched my dad break my leg.
Leave it alone.
I want to live. So I can only do what I say.
The women who fled were beaten to death and dragged away like dead wild dogs, and I will take this as nothing.
They handed the money to my dad, and then they couldn’t wait to get inside and come out of my house with satisfaction.
But my mom died.
Before she died, she tried to kill me.
But she still couldn’t get it down, the knife went off and cut me in the face.
They dragged her to the back of the hill, digging a pit and burying it, and now weeds are growing.
I guess she hates me.
I’m not a man’s blood.
Take it out of your memories.
The naked man has gone under the big tree by the river.
I suffocated his neck with a stick.
My hands and feet are shaking.
His body is paralyzed down.
I was shaking, and then again, I hit him completely.
Push him into the river.
10
The night of the summer, with the rising frogs.
I was limping and killing in the dark moonlight.
And, seeing it all clear.
Eleven.
For a long time, as long as I sleep, I have nightmares.
There was a great deal of confusion in the dream, and many people spoke, scolded and committed their atrocities indiscriminately.
There’s a woman who’s been crying.
I followed her crying to the hall.
Short road, I don’t know how long.
There’s a dilapidated house at the back of the hall.
The woman’s voice came out of the house.
She’s crying, begging for mercy.
Her voice is painful and desperate.
I’m familiar with the crying.
When women who do not listen are beaten by their men, they do so, screaming and crying.
I want to turn around and get out of my dream.
But everything in the dream is out of control.
I had to watch that broken door automatically open a big stitch.
From that stitch, I saw a few men.
It’s the naked boys in the village.
They beat a woman with wounds.
Blood in the blood.
Women screaming.
The sound is so sharp that it’ll break the dream.
And I just stood there.
How excited to see them turn her broken body into a twisted gesture.
The sound of broken bones is so clear.
That’s it. She’s been broken.
Then they pressed their heads and put them in the dark.
Those bloods were bleeding to my feet.
Hot and sticky.
Suddenly someone saw me.
He smiled and said:
“Remember, Teruko, stay out of this. I’m sorry.
12
That woman, called Yu Poetry.
13
Before Shaw Ching, Uncle Wang actually bought a woman.
A nice-looking college girl.
Her name is Yu Poetry.
It’s all about running away.
So Uncle Wang and Auntie Wang beat her up and beat her to death.
No more resistance, no more calls for help.
It’s just occasionally that she talks about her best friend and says she’ll come and kill you.
My mother was there, and after she found out about the poetry, she went out and cursed us in the worst words.
Unfortunately, there is no one answer.
Only more beating.
I saw a lot of blood splattered on the ground.
The people in the village persuaded Uncle Wang, as they had persuaded my father, to say that he would live his life in peace.
Uncle Wang tied his poems to his bed, so that he could sow more.
Until she got pregnant in October and had a girl.
She’s really settled down.
Uncle Wang is satisfied that she is no longer tied.
I’ve seen the little, soft kid born of poetry.
She’d look great if she grew up.
But no one thought that after a few days, the other poems had killed her alive.
Uncle Wang ran over and beat her with a wooden stick with his arms.
She cried and laughed.
Ghosts cry and howls, sound like hell.
She hasn’t let go, held the child and strangled it.
And then she went crazy.
Uncle Wang was chained to her.
She was tied for a long time and her stomach was still flat.
Call the town’s doctor and say he’s hurt and can’t get pregnant.
Auntie Wang told Uncle Wang to give her to the scoundrels in the village in exchange for money and a new one.
That’s it. She was sent out.
It’s crazy. It’s just crying and laughing.
New women came in later.
The women ran away again.
Men are always busy.
14
Shouting, hot weather.
Xiao Ching threw Uncle Wang’s body into the well.
Pounce a sound.
And to silence.
When she heard the noise, she came and tried to call me, she was frightened by the blood that had been dragged from the ground.
Shaw went behind her, without saying a word, with her hand down and sent her to accompany her son at the bottom of her well.
My heart almost jumped to an explosion and my hands were shaking.
It’s the same thing that killed two people.
She even laughed and had a shallow pear vortex on her face.
She washed the blood on the knife a little bit.
The knife turned the light.
In this weather, the body quickly rots and stinks, and then crawls with the worms.
Things can’t be hidden.
Xiaoqing doesn’t care.
She’s still washing knives.
She said, “Lin Fai, we are on the way.”
We cooperate.
My best friend died here, and I’ll avenge her.
You waited for her.
15
The sun has risen high and the sun shines.
The crowds standing by the river have long been scattered.
The village chief is busy with people looking into the matter.
Perhaps they are also acutely aware that death is looming over this old and barren village.
I dragged my legs and knocked.
Number one.
Second home.
I don’t know.
Fourth place.
I don’t know.
Lots of blood.
Someone’s screaming, someone’s begging for mercy.
They’re all executioners who kill poetry.
They all cried and repented under the sword.
Too slow.
It’ll be too late.
It’s getting dark.
The village chief caught us.
The rest of the village is surrounded.
Xiaoqing was overwhelmed by the ground and her knife was taken from her.
I saw her face with a weird smile.
Everyone’s here.
I was forced to look up and see a lot of naive familiar faces in the crowd.
The village chief, who had a violent face like a wild beast, punched and punched me and asked me why I was hurting my own people.
I lost my balance and fell down.
He was caught in the hair and hit again.
16
Lots of blood.
Humming in the ears.
I heard a knife in the flesh.
Finally.
It’s almost over.
17
“The greatness of Yu, the greatness of Yu…”
“Lin Fai, Lin Fai…”
Who’s calling me.
“Lin Fai, wake up, Shaw Ching has come to see you. I’m sorry.
Shaw Jing.
I struggled to open my eyes.
The pain came out of my brain and out of my limbs, and it came back from my body.
I’m very hurt.
In the hospital.
The doctors saw me wake up, relieved.
One of the doctors said, “Do you want to see Xiaoqing?” I’m sorry.
I followed his finger to the door of the room where a girl stood.
You look pale, your eyes are red.
She looked at me like she had a lot to say.
But I don’t know her.
Headache.
There’s a lot of footage in your head.
I think there should be a shallow pear vortex on her face.
She killed a lot of people, including me, to avenge her best friend’s poetry.
I even remember clearly how she held the knife and stabbed it in my body.
That’s Shaw Ching.
Cold-blooded and determined to kill.
Who is it?
Why does she know me?
Why am I not dead?
18
This is Psychiatric Hospital 1.
I’m a schizophrenic in custody under surveillance.
They said that I had brutally killed 31 people in the village, and that when the police arrived, I had the knife in my hand, with the blood dripping, and mechanically stabbed the old village chief ‘ s body.
And what I’m talking about is that I’m just a figment of fantasy.
I started by fantasizing myself as a leaf.
It’s like killing someone.
And actually, it was me. I killed the thirty-one.
“No! No! “I have spoken out against them.
My ears are ringing and my head hurts.
I’m biting my teeth and I’m breathing.
“Shaw Ching killed them, it’s Shaw Ching! I’m sorry.
That’s right. Those guys were Shaw.
They deserve to die!
They forced them to die of poetry, so Shao Ching let them die.
“Do you remember what Shaw looks like? They asked me.
I opened my mouth.
Shaw Jing.
She’s like.
She should look what she looks like.
She’s the best.
Her skin is white.
She’s good.
She likes to laugh.
She smiled with a shallow pear vortex.
I said to myself, “I won’t be mistaken. How can I be mistaken?”
But it’s like it’s gonna blow up.
I can’t hold back at last, and I’m stomping my fist at the temple.
Somebody put something in me.
Before being completely unconscious, I seemed to see Shaw Ching, and she was smiling at me.
She’s really pretty.
Like a fairy. Like my sister.
19
“I’m graduating, you can take me in for a while. I promise I’ll move out as soon as I get my job. I’m sorry.
“Brother, I’m gonna have fried chicken legs at noon. It’s unsanitary outside. I’m sorry.
“Big brother, there are bugs! Help! Whoo-hoo! I’m dying! I’m sorry.
“Brother, I’ll take the covers from the roof. Go and get them. It’ll rain at night. I’m sorry.
“You’re a better cook, my best friend is better than you. Next time I’ll introduce you to her, she’ll take a beating and punch. I’m sorry.
Happy birthday. Happy birthday. I’m sorry.
“Brother, today’s interview officer is so handsome, it would be nice if your brother-in-law had that look. I’m sorry.
Brother, I got a job. I’ll buy you a big meal when you get off work. I’m sorry.
Brother. I’m sorry.
Brother, I’m in pain. I’m sorry.
“It hurts. I’m sorry.
Brother, kill me.
20
A picture, a sentence, is like a bomb that blows in my head.
They traveled through my memory, and collapsed and retrenched.
I hugged my head and I couldn’t breathe.
I remember.
21
I have a particularly delicate sister.
She’s very picky. She doesn’t eat much.
She’s afraid of bugs, she’ll cry.
Her skin is allergies, and she has to get sunburned every day.
She graduated, came to me.
She likes to eat what I cook, but it’s not as good as her best friend.
Why don’t we just feed her fat, she’s too skinny.
She loved that girl. She heard what she called it.
It’s a common name without her.
My sister’s name is always the best.
My sister’s always the best-looking.
She’s been busy looking for work these days.
I think it’s a lot of bumps, a bit of discomfort, a lot less appetite.
I’m sorry.
I said I can raise you around your brother and I’ll be fine if I don’t work.
I was going to take her out on a break, and I caught up with the company’s new drugs and added a few days.
That day I bought the sunflower she liked and carried the cake she loved.
I can even imagine her opening the door, surprised by flowers and cakes.
I’m sure she’s going to have to show off with a circle of friends.
But she’s not home.
Her phone was unaccepted, all the text messages sank.
I went crazy looking for her for days, asking everyone.
Until the police told me that the analysis of the images taken from the road surveillance was that she had met the traffickers.
In the surveillance, she came down from the bus station, and the moment she crossed the street, a van passed and the picture stopped.
She was dragged into the car.
Just the way she went to find her best friend.
22
I looked for two years.
Then I went to a mountain, the one most likely to buy my sister’s village.
I was there for a month and I didn’t find my sister.
I’m so glad she’s not there.
Or I cannot imagine what she has suffered in such a barren place.
She’s so scared of pain and so allergic.
Another woman died in the village.
Before she died, she stabbed her child.
Cut it off, knife down on the face.
A 13-year-old boy.
There’s more blood.
His father jumped at me and begged me to save his child’s life.
He said he couldn’t stop after.
I know that kid.
His name was Lin Fai. He tried to get his mother out of here a few years ago, and his father broke his leg.
I stayed at his house to heal his face.
I brought a lot of medicine.
That night, Lin Fai-hoo burned up and kept talking nonsense.
And We took care of him until the middle of the night, and the fire fell down.
He’s awake, with his eyes open.
He said he had nightmares and that a woman had been crying in his dream and heard it coming from the temple.
His lips are shaking.
Then he said, “Our village will be requited.”
And I heard him whispering: “Death is free.”
He started telling me about the poor women in the village.
Said a crazy woman had strangled her daughter a few days earlier.
He said, “The little girl is as good as her mother.”
He said a lot about that crazy woman.
Until I slept under the drug.
I decided to leave and go to the next village.
I don’t know why I stopped when I passed through a dilapidated house behind the hall.
Maybe I thought about what Lin Fai said, or I heard crying in my sleep.
I pushed out the door of a rocking door.
From outside the door through the dark room, I saw a dark porcelain porcelain in the corner of the wall filled with ashes, above which there was a black mass.
She opens her mouth and makes a broken sound from her throat.
All my blood fell into the ice at that moment, and the loud sound made me dizzy.
I kneeled before her, and my hands were shaking and my tears were running.
This is my sister!
She’s such a nice, nice girl!
I hit myself hard.
The heart is in severe pain.
She’s quiet down.
“…and poetry. I shivered, carefully wiped the dust off her face, and said, “Big brother goes and kills them, then we go home, we go home.” I’m sorry.
Tears came out of her eyes.
I took her in my arms, and my voice choked: “It’s all right, my brother is here, my brother is late.”
“It’s brother who didn’t protect you.
“Let poetry suffer.
“Big brother will kill them and take you home.
“My poetry is always the cleanest girl ever.” I’m sorry.
That day, there was a big sun outside.
My sister, in the dark, slowly stopped breathing.
After that day, I can’t see any light.
I became Lin Hui, I became Shaw Ching.
I split up countless of me.
Each and every one of me, I’ve been yelling at everyone in this village.
Must kill them.
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Poetry.
Brother’s coming for you.
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Document number: YX01b98yYEYDEX5R
Published in 2022-07-14 16:14 Prohibition of Reproduction
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