I have a 7-year-old sister and my parents are bad for her because she’s a foster daughter.
At first Mom and Dad couldn’t have a baby, so they brought her back to raise her, and then they brought her back for a few years and she got pregnant with me.
The treatment of the previously favoured sister has been drastically reduced. We’re poor, Mom and Dad only let me eat meat, and my sister always wants to eat the rest of my food. And she did a great job, and Mom and Dad wouldn’t pay her to go to high school and ask her to work for me.
I feel bad for my sister, and every time I have something good at home, I sneak up and hide until she gets back from work.
And that’s when my sister held me in secret and said I was her baby.
She’s been treated unjustly and never blamed me for hurting me with all her love.
When I was 10 years old, my parents were in a car accident, and I was an orphan. When I cried, my sister held me in my arms to comfort me. When relatives tried to take me away, she said that no one could separate me from her, and she would raise me.
After that, I became a sister’s child.
She was very pretty, and she could marry someone to be a master, but whenever someone told her that she was not willing, she said that the poor needed dignity.
She worked hard and saved her money, and when I was in high school, she bought a motorcycle, became a motor driver and took me to school every week.
She’s a beautiful girl. She’s always been targeted after she was a driver! Some unkind men would take her car and sit up and cuddle to her waist, and she would resist at first.
Sister had no choice, because she had a good driver’s business, and many men wanted to ride in her car, and she could already earn 5,000 on a motorcycle when our county had a per capita income of 2,000.
Every night she took me home, she went to the bank to save money and said it was for my college fees.
She loves me that much, but I’m in a state of rebellion and I feel ashamed of her! A little sister who’s just been hugged.
There’s talk about my sister in the county. She’s called Motoshis, even in our school.
People say there’s a pretty girl at the station who can touch her motorcycle, and the rumor is getting further and further.
I’m ashamed of this. I never wanted my sister to go to my parents’ meeting!
One time my sister came to pick me up from school and she was waiting for me on the motorcycle.
I daren’t let my classmates know she’s my sister.
When I ran away, I saw my sister staring at me, open my mouth and couldn’t say anything.
She left on her own. I took the bus home alone.
When she came home, she asked me if I thought she was ashamed.
I said yes! I hate it when you give me a hug. I hate it when you pick me up!
My sister’s eyes were red, she finally put my head in my arms, softly calmed me down, and she said it was the last time she picked me up, and I’ll come back by car myself.
When she says these things, she thinks about me, even though she’s crying!
I’m in my sister’s warm arms and I don’t know what I don’t know!
Schooling on a bus has left me for a while until I graduated from high school.
My sister took me on a bike and I couldn’t let anyone see me, so she took me to the alley across from the hotel.
It rained half way down and my sister put it on her back, afraid it would rain on me.
When we arrived, I saw a couple of classmates here and jumped out of the car.
They saw me in my sister’s car and asked me if I was in my arms.
I looked at my sister, and in order to keep me from the rain, she was so beautiful and tender, she was shaking in the rain, and she had beads all over her hair and looked so painful.
But I pretended to be her customer in front of my classmates.
I paid her to take it, but every penny in my pocket came from her early days.
Sister looked at me and I told her to take it.
And suddenly her beautiful eyes were wet, and I saw her lips shivering, as if she would not be able to contain her emotions, and I could only ask her to take away the money with a plea of eyes.
I even came close to her and said, “Let’s go.” Don’t embarrass me.
But she didn’t.
She sheds tears on her eyes, so beautiful, with her hands full of cocoons, and she keeps rubbing her tears and whispering that you still feel soft holding me? Do you still want to sleep with me while you’re hugging me?
I’m going to blow my head off, and I’m shaking and I’m saying you’re not supposed to be hugging?
I’m scared. I barely got to graduate. I can’t lose my face on the last day!
My sister couldn’t even catch her crying, she buried her face, and her tiny body was shaking.
I don’t care what she says. Can you say that? My body is soft. Can you tell me?
She was crying, and suddenly she broke the gas door and ran out.
We were too busy to cry for rain to drive slowly, but as if she had not heard, she drove the motorcycle fast and disappeared in my sight.
At this moment, I think I’m just a dick!
I’m looking at my own face, but where’s my sister?
She’s been in the rain all these years. Why didn’t I think of her for me?
I ran in the direction of my sister’s departure despite the students’ questions. I wish I could catch up with her. Apologize to her. I’m an ignorant brother!
I’ve come a long way, I’m exhausted, but I’ve gone after my sister.
But she fell at the crossroads!
A car was next to her, and her sister was lying on the ground and a dent in the front of the car.
I cried out to my sister and jumped on her.
The driver heard me call my sister. He was scared and said he had called an ambulance.
He added that this had nothing to do with him, that he was travelling normally, that his sister was crying as she was driving, that she was rubbing tears without notice of the light. When we found each other, it rained and slipped.
I held my sister in my arms crying, but she never opened her eyes.
When we took her to the hospital, the doctor put white cloth on her and said she was late!
I’m like a thunderstorm, and everyone’s stupid.
The sister who dedicated her life to me just left me!
The traffic policeman also ruled that it was indeed her fault.
I didn’t blackmail anyone. My sister kept telling me that we were poor, but we were dignified!
I cried and brought my sister’s body home.
According to our rules, three days of silence after death.
However, she died indiscriminately, as a rule, she could not perform the funeral, had to burn the paper money at home for three days and then buried her.
Relatives feel sorry for my sister and I.
They said that she died across the street and could not wear a life coat, but could wear new clothes.
As for the cemetery, they’ll buy it for me, lest I be fooled.
I sat next to my sister’s body, and I kept covering my tears.
After my relatives left, I put on new clothes for my sister. That’s the white dress she’s always liked, but she’s never been able to buy it, only to leave me the money.
I keep telling my sister I’m an asshole. I killed you!
I fell down next to her and cried and I fell asleep.
I was awakened and I woke up looking at my sister, but I was scared.
My sister’s white dress turned into a gorgeous red dress.
And she’s red, red lips, gold on her head, obviously made up.
I sting.
I looked around and found out all the relatives were here.
They told me that, unfortunately, a rich family in the county had died six months ago and that their family had taken my sister’s motorcycle. I heard that Motorssee had died and that the family loved the beauty of her sister and wanted to marry her and have her and her son accompany her underground.
They’d be willing to offer a bride price of 100,000, fearing that the beautiful sister would be robbed by others.
My relatives just gave me their word.
I fell asleep, and my aunts came to the house and changed their red makeup.
I’m crazy!
I said I didn’t treat her well before she died. How could I sell her after she died?
People say that I don’t know how big a sum of $100,000 is and say that the red makeup is on and that the chameleon has to be married, otherwise the sister will not be born.
I’m mad at them. I said my sister won’t marry anyone!
She died so sad! If she knew, how sad it would be!
And We closed the door, and did not listen to their advice, and finally the great uncle came, and he sent his relatives back, saying that they had lived with each other for so many years, and no one was in charge of them. Uncle told me not to be afraid. If you need anything, help me get rid of my relatives.
When they left, their sister’s red dress was replaced with a white dress.
I took out a fire pot, burned paper money for my sister, watched the money burn to ashes, and sat next to her from day to night and didn’t want to eat.
When the night was late, I was afraid that the relatives would come back, I locked all the doors and windows of the house, then lay next to my sister and close my eyes and rest.
I recall that for all these years, the family has been poor and only this bed in this room can sleep. My sister and I always have two blankets in one bed.
I’m afraid I’m having a bad rest. I’m always asleep.
Thinking about it, I can’t cry because it’s dry.
If I wanted to hold my sister, I reached out with my hand, but I held a blank.
Open your eyes, I’m stupid.
The sister was not in bed at all, and she was sitting in front of the old dresser at home, wearing clothes that somehow became blood-red.
It’s like the bride is getting married.
Weird!
I went to check the door and the window, but the door and the window were still locked, and no one could come in and change their clothes.
What’s going on?
I was reminded of what my relatives had said. They said that red makeup had been changed, and that there was nothing to be done.
I swallowed my saliva and asked my sister if she had changed.
But how can she talk?
Her face was pale, only her lips were red and her eyes were still closed, but her eyebrow was not painted.
And there came out the door, and the sound of the sarcasm.
And when it blows the rhythm of joy, I feel in a state of anger, and I wonder if it will be the relatives again.
I walked up to the window, and I was all stupid.
On the road outside the door, several paper people were coming this way.
Two paper men carried a coffin, one paper man spreaded paper money and one blew in the front.
Their faces are white, their cheeks are red, the outside wind blows, and they shake.
These paperers walk in a strange way, raising a leg, crossing 90 degrees forward, flying their feet to the ground and pulling their bodies over.
Weird.
When the paper came to the door of the house, they shouted, “Get the bride.” I’m sorry.
It’s like it’s coming out of the belly. It’s very sharp. It’s like squeezing your nose.
I was all scared and I went back to my room to see my sister.
She was still sitting in front of a dresser with her eyes closed and her body stiff.
I called my uncle, and after that, he was obviously in a coma. He asked me what I was doing, and I had to be hard-headed and tell him everything.
Uncle heard it, and asked me if the bride was wearing makeup.
I said red makeup, but no brows.
My uncle told me that the paper people outside are bad, they’re here to pick up. And the eyebrows are in the shadows, and now my sister doesn’t draw the eyebrows. She’s angry. She can’t get married for a while.
He told me not to be afraid, and if there was a bad sign outside, he said that the bride was not ready to wait. And when it is dawn, they are afraid of the sun, and they walk by themselves.
My father told me seriously not to be disrespectful in the face of evil, or they would have taken me with them, and he would have come right away.
I hung up on the phone, turned my head towards my sister, and I felt sad.
Does she hate me?
At this point, there was a sharp voice outside the window: “Get the bride.” I’m sorry.
I came to the window and cried to the bottom: “The bride is not dressed.” I’m sorry.
These paper people are really standing still after hearing it.
After a while, the uncle came from the back door, and he came in to see his sister.
He said, “I am not afraid of evil, but I am afraid that your sister will grow angry, and it will become a ghost.” If she’s angry with you, then you’ll be dragged and buried! I’m sorry.
I can hear you.
Sister… didn’t she forgive me?
I laughed and said my sister didn’t forgive me because I was a white-eyed wolf and I didn’t deserve to be forgiven! If she wants me dead, I’m dead!
When he heard that, he just kicked me in the mouth.
He told me not to fart, how hard it was to live, how many ways to make amends, and how to die.
Uncle asked me what I had done today, and I said I burned the paper money, and he took me to see the burner.
My attention was on my sister. I didn’t notice the fire pot. When I saw the firebath, I was blind again.
There’s a lot of paper in that pot.
But I watched the paper money burn to ashes today!
I looked at the firebasket, which looked so new, it had no trace of burning.
And I asked my uncle what was going on, and he lamented. He said, “Your sister has a real grudge against you. She has returned all the money you burned, and she refuses to take your money.” I’m sorry.
I asked him urgently what to do.
I know it’s right for my sister to have a grudge, but at least I want her to rest in peace.
Whatever it takes, I want to make up for what I did to my sister!
He told me that there were two problems: that sister was already wearing a wedding dress and that she was upset.
The most important thing now is to resolve the grievances, which must first be eliminated.
When I asked him how he could overcome his sister’s resentment, he said that there was nothing to do but wait for those bad guys to leave.
I had to stand by the window and look down at those bad things.
They’re always yelling at the bride, and I can only answer that she’s not dressed.
It was a very difficult night for me to get to the chickens in the village, and when the cocks screamed, the bad guys turned and left.
Uncle told me they’d find a place to hide and come pick up the bride tomorrow night.
I was so nervous all night, I sat on my bed and watched my sister, and Uncle said I had no time to go to bed and I had to get my sister out of the sun.
I was surprised to ask him why he did it, because I remember that the dead could not tan, but the Grand Uncle told me that it was the best way to eliminate resentment.
He said that the spirits were most afraid of the sun, that the sun was the strongest, that hate bodies were placed under the sun, and that they could be burned out.
In order for my sister to rest in peace, I had to put her on the bedboard with my uncle and carry her outside.
When the sun shines on my sister’s body, my heart is in severe pain.
He saw my pain, he photographed my shoulder and told me not to be sad, it was all for the good of my sister.
The sun was hot in the summer, and it was hot in the morning. I sat next to my sister and feared that she would rot early, and I hoped that she would at least remain beautiful when she was buried, at least until cremation.
But there’s something wrong with the sun.
Perhaps because of the heat, my sister had a few bodies before, but it wasn’t obvious that I had seen it when I wiped her body.
I’m afraid my sister’s body is dry, so sometimes I pour some water on my sister’s body.
It makes me have to open my eyes. Why does this happen all of a sudden?
The sun should have accelerated the deterioration of the body, but the more I saw it, the more my sister turned red, the more her face was pale, the more her face was red.
But it’s not the same now, she’s wearing gold, she’s dressed so beautifully, she’s white on a plank, she’s still alive, she’s just asleep.
I thought my sister was a princess living in ancient times.
He also saw something wrong, and he said it was strange, because it was supposed to be darker and weaker, and how could she become more glamorous with the sun so long?
He looked at his sister carefully and I asked him what was going on, and he told me that her pussy seemed to be growing, and he asked me to burn the paper money and see if I could defuse her resentment.
So I brought the fire pot, and Uncle ran to buy a bunch of paper money and I burned it next to my sister’s body.
We’ve been working all day, and when the money’s burned, the sun’s coming down.
Uncle told me it doesn’t make any sense to leave your sister outside.
So we brought our sister into the house and she was so beautiful and not like a dead man.
The more he looked at it, the more strange he never saw the hatred so deep, he then asked me to put the pot in and keep burning at night.
When I left the door, the sun was set, and when I looked at the fire pot, I was blind again, and all the money in the fire pot was the white flowers that I burned to my sister.
She still won’t take my offering!
I was in a hurry to ask my uncle to come and see, and he told me that he was here, that he was far beyond his expectations, that he could not resolve the situation, but that he knew him, and he could ask him to come and see him.
He didn’t dare to delay. He called someone. We waited more than 40 minutes for a fat middle-aged man who, while he was fat, looked not greasy, dressed in plain clothes, had a clean face, had a goatee, and when he saw us, he had a very reassuring smile.
Uncle told me this is the tall man. He’s famous around here. If someone’s family is out of their way, there’s no problem.
He went to hold hands of the tall man, and called him the Master of the High People. He said that his teacher, although older than the tall man, was a teacher of the tall man, so they were the same master.
Seniors came in and he asked us what exactly happened.
After hearing the Grand Uncle’s account, the tall man shook his head and asked him which of his seniors he was with, saying that he had been in the nearby village for his funeral. When Gao heard about it, he said that the old five was a crook. No wonder the old man said the way he was listening was confusing.
Some people in Big Burton were too hard to look at, and the tall ones told us that he said that the dead did not accept paper money, and that it was not necessarily bitterness, because if the dead were really angry, something would have been done to hurt me last night, but the problem was that the dead had not done it.
He then said that he had spent so much time in the sun from the ancient sun, but that the body’s body was getting more and more heavy, which meant that my sister was protected by the sun.
I asked him why my sister died and was protected by the positive, because I heard that only the living had the positive.
After a while of thinking, he told my sister that she should be a good person, so there was still a little bit of air after she died, and instead of hurting her, the sun helped her.
He was very respectful of the nobles, but he was a bit dissatisfied when he said that his master was a conspirator and asked him what to do. I’m sorry.
I was busy saying yes.
Seniors say that they are not willing to go now because they can’t let go, but unfortunately they are dead and unable to fulfill their will. It’s better to give her the light of her life to see what she’s willing to do.
Then the tall man laid me in a coffin, and he touched my forehead, and said to me, “You and your sister are in the morning and evening, and she knows your breath very well, so you should have no problem using her own lamp.” But I want to make it clear to you that if your sister is going to take your life, you will surely die, will you? I’m sorry.
We said, “I will do whatever it takes to reassure my sister, even if she wants me to die.” I’m sorry.
The tall man lamented deeply, and then he took his body to the coffin and left his sister lying on me.
I was told seriously that after the night, my sister would borrow her lifelight from me, and then her body would move, because the body was so small that I could never resist, and what she had to do was to follow closely and not be negligent.
I’m busy saying no problem.
The tall man also lit candles at the top and on both sides of the coffin, saying that the lamp of his life was on both sides of his head and shoulder and that he lit the candle to help her find the direction of my lifelight.
He then cut off a little bit of my sister’s hair so I could put it in my mouth so that she could know my breath.
After that, he took his uncle away and said that he was going to leave and that he would let me not be afraid.
How could I be afraid? I just want my sister to be nice and I’m not really afraid that she will take my life, and if she can’t forgive me for asking me to die with her, I think it’s all right.
I have failed the best in the world.
Late at night, in a quiet house, the wind, which is particularly cold, blows into my body and colds into my bones.
The three candlelights on the coffin began to shake, and my sister in my arms became colder, and I held her from behind and grabbed her hand softly, as I had been told, and if she did, I would follow her and grab her hand in advance.
Something weird happened.
My sister in my arms had a slight movement, and I felt her body sitting up, and I sat with her, but I didn’t dare to move too fast to disturb her.
When my sister sat behind her and looked at her side, I held her hands behind her, because her body was not strong enough and I needed to feel what she wanted to do and help her do it.
The fire pot next to the casket has been burning a pile of paper money, left behind by the tall man, and the strange thing is that the high man’s burning paper money is burning, but not burning, and that money is burning, but not turning into ashes.
I know that’s what’s in my sister’s heart.
She won’t accept my money until she drops it.
My sister stood up out of the coffin and I was right behind her.
She went to the bedside, then she bended down and put her hands on the bedside cabinet, but instead of pulling the drawer, she tried to push the bedside cabinet out, but what strength could she have? I pushed her away.
After the nightstand was pushed away, I was surprised to discover that a small hole had been dug under the bedside cabinet, where I slept every day, where my sister took out a wooden box, where she opened the wooden box, where she lay in peace and silence, with a deposit.
I was surprised that I opened the drawer in the nightstand, because it was the place where my sister normally left the bank balances, but I never checked the balance of my sister, and it was only when I found out that the bank balances that my sister normally showed people were only 2,000.
But she hid this deposit, but she had over $70,000.
The most important thing is that it says my name, and I never knew my sister used my name to do it.
My sister, closed her eyes and left her on the bedside counter, then headed towards the coffin. I followed her behind and accompanied her to the coffin, where she was resting.
I sat up gently and found the money in the fire pot burned to ashes.
That’s what sister wants.
I couldn’t stand this moment and cried.
She didn’t hate me, she was worried I couldn’t find the savings, I didn’t know I had the money, I didn’t have the money to go to college.
I finally couldn’t help but cry with my sister.
Sister… the best sister in the world.
My cry drew to the elders and the people of Gao, who pushed in the door and saw me crying and asked me what was going on, and I told them. I’ve heard a lot about your sister since then, and it’s no wonder the sun didn’t hurt her. Too bad you didn’t know how to keep your poor sister in the sun for so long. If God had not blessed her, she would have lost her mind.
His face was getting ugly, and he was so ashamed to say he was sorry and he just learned to sell.
Then the tall man shook his head and said to me, “Your sister was safe on her way, but she had already been put on her wedding dress, and the in-laws had been fixed. Will you let your sister marry?” I’m sorry.
I shook my head and said: “No, my sister does not know who is the son of that family, and how can I let my sister marry him who never knew?” I’m sorry.
I think even if I had to marry my sister, I’d have to meet a good family later.
I was seriously told that if the man’s son was not a good man, the sister would be in a lot of trouble if she got married, and could even be held responsible for her punishment.
Because there is punishment after death, the better is the easier for the better. But if it is evil, there are many punishments, and it is not known whether it will be possible.
However, the sister had been appointed and, if she was a woman, she had to marry, otherwise she would feel humiliated and unwilling to be born.
He was embarrassed to ask my sister if she was a virgin and I said yes.
I mean, seriously, she’s going to mind, and the best way to do it right now is to get married and fake.
I asked him how to fake the marriage, asked him if he could bring the family’s son’s eight words, and when he heard it, he called his relatives and asked for eight words.
And when the last word came to pass, the tall man came to the conclusion, and shook his head, and said, “This man, your sister, if she had married him, she would have made his way smooth, but she would have been so bad that she would have taken away her blessing from him. I’m sorry.
How could I have married my sister to suffer?
And suddenly the tall man took a knife and asked me to extend his hand, and We stretched out his hand, and he cut my heart and took a little blood, and he wrote with it eight words of the birth of his son, and put them on my back.
After all this, he took it very seriously and said to me, “The bad guys will come back tonight, and if they say they’re going to pick up the bride, you say they’re going to marry her, and then your sister will come to you.” She won’t recognize you. She’ll think you’re the groom. Don’t make a sound, don’t let her hear someone she knows, or she’ll wake up. Listen, there are two things you have to remember. I’m sorry.
I tried to nod my head.
He said, “First, it should be the night of the candles in the cave, but you will not be able to sleep in the room with your sister, even though she is not your own sister, but she is a different woman. I see your sister born so beautiful that if you can’t resist the temptation to go into the room with her, you will die of the sun.” Remember, some people always think that you’re gonna die, and you’re gonna be a ghost, and your sister’s gonna look like that. I’m sorry.
I take it very seriously that I will not think of my sister in this way, that I have only deep respect for her and that, in any case, I will be tempted, because in my heart, even if she is not my own sister, she is more close than she is by blood.
He was relieved, and said, “The bridesmaids, who have not received the bride for two days in a row, fearing that he will be anxious, will probably come tonight. If the groom is a good man, he will be a beautiful man and let your sister go, and let her marry go.” But if he desires your sister’s beauty, he is afraid that he will reveal himself to you, that he will kill you and take your sister. I’m sorry.
And I asked him, in a hurry, what to do, and the tall man said to me, “The blood of the tongue can exorcise the ghost, but it can only be used once, and once the tongue is gnawed, it must be hit, because the second bite doesn’t work.” I’m sorry.
He shot me in the head so I could just hold my sister in a simple hug, and when she’s through, the candles will be set up and the sister will leave.
But they can’t be here with me tonight, because we’ll be here soon, because if there’s someone else here, they’re afraid they’ll keep them on guard, and they’ll be unable to do anything.
After that, he left with his uncle. I stood alone in the window and waited, and after a while, the sound of the waggling again, the paperman came.
They came to my door again strangely, and the one who was blowing was holding on to us, and shouted to me, “Where is the bride?” I’m sorry.
We said as the noble men commanded: “The bride is remarried. I’m sorry.
The ugly face was painted and, after listening to me, it was still full of smiles and it was extremely strange, but it was still down, and the paper people turned around and drifted out.
I’m finally relieved to see them do what they do, but I don’t know if the groom will come with them.
But I didn’t think so much, and I lay in bed, waiting quietly for my sister.
After a while, there was a chilling wind in the house, and this time it was not just the house, even outside the house, and the windows were banging.
Suddenly, the locked door was opened.
She was wearing a wedding dress and slowly entered the house.
But her body was in a coffin.
I look at my sister, and this time she’s done with the red makeup and the eyebrows.
She came to me and looked at me with her beautiful eyes, and suddenly she came to the bed in shame.
I held her gently in my arms and her body was so cold.
She looked at me and said, “Father, have you given my brother a bride price?” I’m afraid my relatives will split up. I’m sorry.
My nose was sore, I almost cried.
Sister is still thinking about me at this time.
I couldn’t speak, but I noded. My sister seemed relieved, and she was in my arms, whispering, “You are my first man. I am embarrassed to take off my clothes, and help me.” I’m sorry.
I don’t want to do this to my sister, I just hold her and do nothing.
She looked up at me, and looked at me, and she was gentle. She said, “I can’t take advantage of it. Your family takes care of my brother. Am I right to give myself to you? Are you sorry?” I’ll do it. I’m sorry.
She faded off her red wedding dress and fell into my arms, and I didn’t even want to see her because I kept telling myself that she was my most respected sister.
I picked up the covers and wrapped her in my arms, so I couldn’t see her. I knew my sister was beautiful, but I didn’t even want to see her body, except to change for her. I thought it was sullen.
I’m still nervous, because the groom may come to the door at any moment, and I have a peek at the hour, and it’s 12 o’clock.
I was holding my sister, and suddenly the door was pushed, and a man dressed as a bridegroom of the nation came into the house, and he was pale, with his toes high, and he was particularly thin, because he was too thin, and his eyes seemed to burst out of his eyes.
He had a black hat on his head and a large white flower on his chest, standing still looking at me and her sister.
I’m a little nervous, but I’m afraid to speak.
As if she could not see him, the groom came to us and watched us carefully. But my sister remained in my arms tenderly, and I held her in peace, and even the children were bound even further, because I did not want anyone to see her body.
After seeing his sister ‘ s face, the groom showed a tumbled face, after which he turned and walked out.
Did he leave? Did he give up on his sister?
My heart continues to be skeptical, but I have to put my mind on my sister first, so I can hold her gently and be careful not to allow my sister and I to cross the border.
My sister raised her head on several occasions and tried softly to kiss me, and all I could do was hold her face and snuggle her head away, because I was not her real husband.
I thought the groom had gone, a little relaxed, and he seemed like a good man.
After an hour and a half, the door was pushed open again, and the men walked in with the groom.
When they came to me, they lifted me and my sister together with the covers. I was surprised. Where are they taking us?
When we were lifted out of the house, I was stupid.
There’s a hole outside the house, it’s obvious they just dug it up. I thought the groom was just gone.
They put me and my sister in the pit, and then they threw sand over us and buried me and my sister alive!
The bridegroom has shown his beauty!
I feel more sand on my body, but I can’t let go of my sister, because the fake marriage is almost over, and I’m going to let her go!
My sister has all her thoughts on me, and she can only keep her eyes closed and happily in my arms, without regard for what happened around her.
Those sands flooded my chest and my neck. I tried to keep my body up, but soon it drowned my nose and my mouth.
I could barely breathe at first, just a little slower, but as the sand grows, the oxygen gets smaller, I can’t even breathe.
Every now and then, there’s a bad guy who’s coming after us with sharp claws, trying to rip my sister out, but I’m holding my sister so tight that I don’t let go of my hand and let those claws cut my skin and cut my flesh.
My arms are bloody and my arms are shaking, but I dare not let go of my sister.
These shades seem angry, they start to spread the sand faster and faster, and eventually my head is flooded, but I can feel that the sister in arms is dying.
As the nobles say, she is going to die.
These guys also seem to feel like they’re going to die, and they’re getting even more anxious, even though the sand has flooded us, but the rotten bodies can go straight through the sand.
They bit me in the arm and stabbed me in the shoulder with sharp nails, even in my stomach.
I’m in shock or I’m biting my teeth dead, and I can’t make a sound, not even a scream.
I must let my sister rest in peace!
I can’t tell how many times I’ve been bit, how many times I’ve been stabbed, how many times I’ve been hurt, but the sister in arms has finally completely disintegrated, and even if I was buried in the dark sand, I can see the starlight in the sand, as if it were many fireflies.
A sister who was born, scattered between the heavens and the earth.
Sister…
I couldn’t help but murmuring and finally relieved, while the sand was still under pressure, and I was crazily crawling out, and it was hard to climb out, and when I pulled my head out, I saw a pale head facing my face…
It’s the groom!
When I broke my tongue, I cut it out, and sprayed his tongue in the face, and he was sprayed with the blood of his tongue, and suddenly he covered his face in pain, and saw his face with white smoke, as if his body had been corrupted by the blood of his tongue.
In the middle of the day, the bad guys started to attack harder, and I couldn’t tell how deep their fingernails were. I just felt my body was getting weaker, and on several occasions I felt like I was gonna throw up, but when I did, I threw up a big sip of blood.
I can’t die here…
My sight began to blur and my head was dazed, but I told myself that I couldn’t die here because my sister had barely raised me and she saved me money for college.
Even for her, I must live!
If anyone could have taken my life, it would have been my sister!
And I drilled the whole body out with difficulty, and then opened the mouth of the bloodbath, and I bit it right at my neck, and I grabbed it and found it so light.
After all, it’s paper. No wonder it’s so light.
I scolded your mother, and I bit her face, and I just pulled it.
And it was I who bit half of my head, and then I grabbed the people who were next to it, tearing them to pieces, blowing the wind, and blowing them away.
The groom covered his face and showed me a big eyeball from his fingers.
I stood up and breathed, covered in blood, and shouted at him, “Come on! You want to touch my sister? You deserve it! Come on! I’m gonna take your whole family if I die! I’m sorry.
The groom looked at me at a distance, and he took his hand slowly and saw only his face corrupted, but I also saw clearly that his face was in shock.
Then he turned around and disappeared in the night.
I was completely disempowered and sat softly on the ground, and I was already out of breath and low in strength, but I tried not to faint myself.
And when the day was up, the old man and the tall men came, and they saw me sitting on the ground, and they came to see me, and they asked me how I felt, and I said I had suffered a lot.
I looked at my wounds with the sun, and I found them disappearing strangely, but my body left one after the other black claw marks, and bit marks, dark as if they were on me.
I was told that this was the case after the ghost attacked, and he told me not to worry that in a few days the sun would be enough and the claws would disappear.
My uncle was nervous to ask me if I had succeeded in bringing my sister to life.
He was relieved and held me up, and I walked limping back to my sister ‘ s body, kneeling down and watching her, burning paper money for her.
She’s resting in peace.
But because of her love, my sin is deeper.
It’s a deep love for my sister from life to death.
I cried silently.
I want to redeem myself.
I know I’ve done something wrong, but I don’t have another one who’ll wait for my apology…
Valuing the people before us … A simple sentence that I have paid so painfully to understand.
Sister… file number: YX017doPaE54KAqEE
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
