Porn.
My mother gave birth to three girls in succession, and the doctor said that her body was unfit for breeding, and that re-pregnancy might be the last chance.
In order to ensure the birth of a man, my mother started to look crazy for all kinds of sides.
She went out for three days and came back with some weird light.
At night, she rarely gave me and my second sister a sugar.
“Girls, as you know, mom wants a son so much that she can’t be bullied. I’m sorry.
My second sister blinked on those big eyes that were too thin, put that sugar in her mouth, looked at my mother, and said, “Yeah, we want a brother. I’m sorry.
The sugar is in my hand, and I’m not eating it, and I’m following it. I’m sorry.
My mom said yes to me.
I went to sleep, and the next day I heard that my sister was playing drowning in a ditch. When I was in mourning, my mother was very fashionably hugging back an urn, but the urn was empty.
My mother then gave me another can of “milk powder” and ordered me to pour her a glass every day until my brother was born.
My mother’s stomach is growing ever since the milk powder.
A lot of people in the village said my mom was having twins.
Some say my mother has a sharp stomach, and this is definitely a boy.
My mother smiled like a child, and she said it was a child.
This kid is really big, and my mom’s belly is like a round watermelon, and the purple and red tattoos are almost on the chest.
She always said that these tattoos were itching, and that the hand grab together, it looked even worse.
She’s old enough to have a hard stomach.
Every time that time, the side of a cup of milk powder would make my mom look red and calm her emotions.
She doesn’t curse when she catches me.
But the powder in the milk can is decreasing day by day, and I told my mom it won’t make it to my brother.
Just now, my mom was staring at me.
In my tremors, she shook her head.
“Toko, I’ll stay with your grandmother for two days. I’m sorry.
I can’t argue. Even if she doesn’t, I probably know that my mom’s going to take the powder.
When she came back, she said she had an accident and brought back an empty urn.
At the same time, she gave me another can of red sugar, which was the kind of fine powder that didn’t taste like any milk.
I poured two powders together and heard my mother mumbling.
“How else can I feed my baby boy?” I’m sorry.
I’m sweating, but I can only pretend not to hear.
My mother gave birth to an exceptionally hard child because of the size of the baby in her stomach and the fact that my mother insisted on giving birth to the child, and she was cut off and I saw the blood ticking and ticking.
He was born a son.
He weighs 12 pounds, and he’s fat and fat, unlike a new child, who’s been raising for months.
As soon as my brother was born, the old black dog from outside started screaming at the house.
The midwife says it’s a black dog. She says a lot of good things. My mother gives my brother milk, and her mouth goes to the head.
Black dog barked all night, and everyone in the house was asleep.
I snuck out in the window at night, and the dog was tied up a little bit further, and it ran into my mother’s house, and from time to time groaning, as if it were a shame.
My brother’s crying and eating and sleeping, and my parents say it’s their blessing and their son.
It’s not like we girls were born to collect debts and cry dead.
My mother’s belly looks like a bad leather ball, and my brother comes out and makes her a big tummy, but it’s like there’s a kid inside.
The next morning, the black dog finally stopped barking, and my mom gave me hot water to bathe my brother.
She won’t let me touch her baby son, afraid of anything.
My dad came back just after cleaning up my brother, and he came back with the first bus, and he said my mother was capable and he kissed my brother.
My brother hasn’t been moving since yesterday, and he’s been crying since he saw my dad.
My mom hugged him and kissed him, “Or did the kid know about Ao-moo, that she had just suffered, that she was the closest.” I’m sorry.
My dad was just happy with his son, and he laughed, and said, “You’re a bitch with milk.” I’m sorry.
That day, my father made chicken soup for my mother, and I was lucky to have a bowl of chicken in it.
I was afraid, my mouth was saliva and my heart was sad.
This is not the same as when the second sister and the younger sister were born.
Where did they eat my mother’s milk? I milked them, and I fed them with a spoon.
I smoked my nose and finally didn’t drink the chicken soup. I put it in front of the urn in the house.
“Sisters, have some soup, it’s a little less meat, and you two have to eat together. I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry, Mom and Dad won’t find out this time. I’m sorry.
My mom and dad were so mean, the urn boxes were in my house, they hadn’t come in for a long time.
At night, the black dog started to scream again, and today’s noise was no longer threatening, but rather a bit bleak, as if it had been beaten.
My dad came back from outside and kicked him in the yard.
I think my dad’s gonna kick the dog to death.
“It’s a good thing the delivery mother said yesterday that it’s a good thing that black dogs give good news. I’m sorry.
My dad’s here, he’s breathing and the black dog’s dying on the ground and he’s not screaming.
I’ll talk to my sisters and pour them cold chicken soup.
“Stop screaming, or you’ll be beaten. I’m sorry.
The black dog just got kicked out of my father’s blood, and he looked at me and drank soup and didn’t scream anymore.
At night, my brother started a high fever, my parents fell asleep and my brother was silent, and it was only in the morning that I sent my mother breakfast that I found his face burning red red and breathing.
But strangely, he just doesn’t cry.
My dad went to the village to find a doctor, and my mom used alcohol to rub his hands and his feet.
When my mom bit my teeth, she called me “Toko, you flushed that milk powder to my brother. I’m sorry.
There’s nothing left to finish. I took a bowl and my mom fed him with a spoon.
My brother’s not strong enough to breastfeed today, but he’s got a big tongue.
My mom was so happy to see me, she turned around and looked green.
Unfortunately, milk powder only lets his brother eat, his fever is still high, and my dad is in a hurry to turn around at home.
“You have to be a fool if you burn again! I’m sorry.
When my mother listened to her precious son becoming a fool, she cried, and she fell. I’m sorry.
“All the doctors in the village are invited, and all the doctors who can see are shown for a reason. I’m sorry.
She’s staring at my brother’s red face, “It’s supposed to be something dirty.” I’m sorry.
My mom called me over and put a note in my pocket saying, “You follow this address and go to the village next door and ask her to come over. I’m sorry.
She saw my brother and told my father to bring a bowl of water, three chopsticks and a bladed knife.
She put three chopsticks in parallel, and the head on the tip of the chopstick was stuck in the water, and she started calling out her name.
She called out several names and let go of my sister’s name.
Three chopsticks are so straight in the water.
She said, “This is your daughter coming back to see her brother. I’m sorry.
She took out another spell, and she turned three times over my brother ‘ s head and three times over the chopstick, and then she took the knife and cut it down.
The chopstick snapped on the floor.
“Now one of you will pour the water out of the bowl, point the chopstick at the door and release it, and the bowl will be tied to the head of the chopstick, which will be placed under your son’s pillow. I’m sorry.
“The other one took the spell out of his mouth and said, “I’ll send you away, I’ll send you out of the yard, and it’ll be real out of the house.” I’m sorry.
I’ve taken it, it’s burned in half. I’ll walk you out, I’ll walk you.
The night is windy and burning faster.
Get to the front of the yard. The paper burned my fingertips. I let go.
I was standing outside the yard, and the paper was floating in the yard.
Is this a delivery?
My dad saw me standing out in the yard and told me to go back and my brother’s breath was visible.
The fairies are real!
My parents thank you so much for watching my brother look at the black dog in the yard.
“Did your dog scream these days?”
My mom looked at my brother’s fever, and she was so happy, “Yeah, when my son was born, the dog started barking. I’m sorry.
“It’s been screaming all night, and it’s been screaming for two nights. I’m sorry.
“Didn’t you scream tonight?” I’m sorry.
“None. My dad answered: “I went out and kicked two feet last night, and I didn’t scream in the middle of the night. I’m sorry.
“The black dogs are evil-doing. Your dog has been raising them for years. I’m sorry.
She asked about our home again and heard that in just one year, my family had killed two daughters.
She looked at my mother and my brother, and I looked at her face again and I recovered.
“If that’s the case, prove your son’s guilt this year. I’m sorry.
“The child’s burning down, so I’ll go first. I’m sorry.
I took her to the door, and she didn’t look at me, and she spoke softly, as if she was talking to herself.
“Tonight, hide in your room, lock the doors and windows, and sleep, and if you cannot sleep, you must keep your eyes closed. I’m sorry.
“Don’t look at anything, hear nothing. I’m sorry.
She said, “Your house is gonna die tonight. I’m sorry.
“The Black Dog doesn’t guard the door, delivers the stuff, and will be back tonight to find someone. I’m sorry.
Fairy’s gone.
She saw my mother’s intention to hide it from her, but she did not know exactly what she had done or how my sister died, and there was no way to solve it.
Or, my mother said, she wouldn’t help us any more.
Good thing she told me a way to live.
I put the door and the window in the door, and the whole man was in the covers, and my eyes were tightly closed.
I’m running around today, either to buy my brother’s medicine or to ask my sister-in-law in the next village.
It suddenly rained at night and fell down, banging on the roof, and from time to time thundering thunder.
I was awakened and I was unconscious to see it, and it came out of the window like someone stepped in a puddle.
I’m so scared that I can’t keep my eyes open, so I can’t keep my eyes closed, and I can’t breathe, and I’m afraid someone will find me sleeping.
I heard the door being pulled out twice and the wood squeaked.
But the door didn’t open. I had it locked in advance.
There’s no sound outside, I think.
But I know it’s not gone.
Because it’s not too late to remember the knocks, the knocks, the knocks, the knocks, the pauses, the sounds are the same.
There’s my second sister’s voice outside. I’m sorry.
I bit my teeth tight and I couldn’t speak, and I felt my body shivering a little.
“Sister, it’s me. I’m a apprentice. I’m sorry.
When my mother gave birth to me, she wanted a son.
But when my second sister was born, and she was a girl, she thought her name was bad, and her son didn’t say he was a son, so she named my sister “The Kid.”
“Sister, it’s raining outside. It’s cold. I’m sorry.
“Let me in, sister. I’m sorry.
It’s always four knocks.
I’m not talking. I’m waiting outside.
“Sister, I’ll come in myself. I’m sorry.
There were no knocks outside, but there were footsteps in the house, and the floor was snapped.
I can imagine it stepping on the ground, with water on every step.
She’s right, my sister can come in!
She’s coming in!
I can only breathe lighter and I sleep in the window so I can hear my mother call me first.
The sound is right behind me, and we’re small in the house, and we can get to the end.
My sister’s in the room, turning around, calling her sister and sister, looking for me.
“Is my sister afraid of me? We’ve been on our own. I’m sorry.
“I was raised by my sister. How could I hurt her? I’m sorry.
“And my sister gave me chicken soup. I’m sorry.
My sister’s voice is not sharp, as gentle as she was.
It scares me even more because I never gave her chicken soup before she was alive.
The only chicken soup I ever gave her was after she died.
It was my mom who gave me that bowl.
My sister’s words make me sure that she’s really a ghost, that she’s always in this house, that she doesn’t know where she is, that she’s always watching us.
The rain out there seems to be much bigger, and lightning shines through thin windowpaper on my face, on my eyelids, and it’s clear that light’s folding.
My sister’s been in my room all night, and she’s been talking and calling me sister most of the time, and I can’t sleep.
It was not until the first light of the morning, through thin windowpaper, that I was able to breathe in my face.
I didn’t know when there was no movement in the room, but I was afraid to wake up and open my eyes, afraid that it was a dream.
It was only when I heard the cocks outside, when my mother screamed, when the sound came out of the yard, that I was careful to open my eyelids.
It’s really morning.
The floors in the house were almost wet, the shoes of my sister.
I ran out of the house, staring at my eyes.
There were no signs of rain in the yard, the ground was dry and the surface dust was blowing with the wind.
How is that possible?
I remember the size of the rain last night, the lightning thunder in the middle of the night and the sound of my sister’s water walking in the room.
I’ll look back at the water stains in the house.
My sister was here!
I suddenly remembered the second sister drowned.
The rain last night. Did she borrow the media to find someone?
My dad’s dead and he’s dying really weird.
He and my mother were lying on a bed last night, covered in a bed, with their covers lifted and almost all my dad’s limbs twisted.
His chest was dented in one piece and both hands were broken from elbow to wrist.
It’s like hitting a speeding car on the opposite side, and he’s unconscious to block it.
His legs were also turned strangely, and his left leg seemed to have a thin skin.
Strangely, he did not shed a drop of blood, as if the wounds had appeared in vain.
With the suspicion of the second sister, I’ll soon think of what my dad went through.
The second sister came to me yesterday and she came to see them.
My mom said she died in a car accident, and although I’ve never seen her body, it must be the same look on my mom’s face.
My mother was born weak and died at night, and the black dog told her to fall asleep the first two days. My dad couldn’t.
He’s out there doing security work, sleeping all night, and he wakes up.
My dad’s face is twisted and I don’t know if it hurts or scared.
The village has lost a lot of lives, but not so many as my father.
My dad was shocked by the village chief ’cause my mom was yelling at that voice and drew people.
People came in and sat on the floor, screaming, and ran away with one shoe.
She’s here again. It’s not us. It’s the village chief.
After my dad died, my mom stopped talking and she held my brother tight.
She said, “It’s not that I don’t want to sell you face, but I can’t help it. This family kills two girls in a year, and they don’t tell me the truth. They’re the only ones who know how they died. I’m sorry.
“This is the girl who came back for revenge. I’m sorry.
The village chief let the others go, and we’re all left.
“I know you don’t want to do this, but it’s three lives alive. Even if adults are guilty, the dolls are innocent. I’m sorry.
She’s a good girl, and at the advice of the village chief, she’s relieved.
“If she told me honestly, I might be able to save it…”
My mother doesn’t talk, even lifts her clothes up in front of everyone to feed my brother, who takes his tongue to the top and doesn’t eat.
My mom’s still here.
She said, “Your son was born out of normality, crying and crying, and now he doesn’t eat or drink, and your early daughter won’t let him go, even if she comes through the door yesterday.” I’m sorry.
“We haven’t had a few days to live. I’m sorry.
My brother is my mother’s life.
When she heard the fairy say that, my mother raised her eyes so hard that she said, “Put your dog ass!” Bitch, my son will not die! You’re such an old man who curses the children of others! I’m sorry.
I can’t help you. I’m sorry.
She’s leaving, and the village chief tells me that my mother put salt in my house and said, “Go and put salt on that woman’s road and go to hell! I’m sorry.
My mother spoke too loudly, and the fairy apparently heard me. I came out with a bowl and caught a salt in my hand.
I’m sorry to hear that, “You’ll remember, you live in this house on your own.” I’m sorry.
I noded my head, and after the fairy had left, I sprayed salt all over the yard, hoping to get rid of evil so my sister wouldn’t be here at night.
My mother was shaking in the house and she tried to get my brother to make a sound, but my brother was just staring at her in the eye.
My brother doesn’t look like a normal kid. He’s too good, too quiet.
Like a doll without soul.
If my mother thought something, she would give my brother to me alone.
When she came back, she was staring at the door of the yard, and the sun came down, and a car finally stopped and my mother stood up.
The car was brought down by a small, black, skinny old lady with a big burden that did not fit her figure.
My mother’s got her hands on my brother, and she’s still kicking my ass. I’m sorry.
My mother brought my mother-in-law in and told me to bring tea and water. She kept looking at me with her eyes.
The look on her face was rare, or I couldn’t see anything from that wrinkled face. All I knew was that her eyes were bright and shining.
“Your son has indeed fallen victim to evil. Did you not drink the medicine I gave you?” I’m sorry.
“I naturally drink every day at your command. “My mom almost swore.
“No, it’s not going to help. Your girls are coming for revenge, and they’re coming for you tonight.” I’m sorry.
“I’ll save your life tonight. I’ll wait till morning morning. I’m sorry.
It’s getting dark outside right now. My sister’s coming any minute.
Grandma looked at me again, and I had a bad feeling.
She said, “Boy, why don’t you change your room with your mother and sleep here? I’m sorry.
Grandma pulled a doll out of her bag. The doll was broken and it was a child’s shape, and I picked it up in my hand and I could touch something hard inside.
Like…
Man’s bones are the same.
My body shivered and I nodded because I knew I had no right to refuse.
My father’s body had been cleaned up and the bed looked clean, but he was still in my head before he died.
Grandma took my mother to my room, and there was something else in that bag that seemed to be for my mother.
Those are life-saving things.
There was only one last thing left of the sun, and I locked the door and the window like last night, shaking up my mother’s bed and sleeping on the side of the window.
I put the doll in my dad’s bed.
I don’t really want to sleep in this bed, but I think there are wet footprints on the floor.
Sometimes it’s really hard to tell whether the living are scary or the dead are scary.
It’s late, a pair of cold hands touch my hair, and then pull!
I am awakened, and this chilling feeling, like it was yesterday at all, makes people want to know the environment.
I hold my breath, there’s only one thought in my head.
In bed! Today in bed!
Yesterday my sister was outside the door, and then she just walked on the floor and called me by my name.
I was scared the first night, but I couldn’t stand up like I was.
I can feel it looking at me behind my back, feeling my goosebumps all the time, and it doesn’t sound, and it goes from the skin to the face.
It’s a tiny pair of hands, probably a child of several years.
The man who came today is my little sister.
It touches and touches, from my forehead, my eyes slips from my nose to my mouth, and my little hand stops around my neck.
I almost thought I was gonna strangle.
“Not Mom! I’m sorry.
The little hand seems to be up in haste and rubbing on my face, and the tone is mean.
“How come it’s not Mom? I’m sorry.
“It was yesterday. I’m sorry.
The sound disappears, and suddenly the face comes out of the air, like the wind in the moon.
It’s freezing my nose.
Is it now face to face with me?
Looking at me?
I’m sure I’m really not Mom.
I can feel it crawling over me, and the horn of the covers is lifted.
Is it coming in?
I remember my father’s death lying in his bed, afraid of being like him.
I can hear the doll falling on the floor, and the banging, the tearing of the fabric.
Bang bang.
Did my father’s bones break like this yesterday?
Little sister’s voice was sharp, and then she smiled.
Behind me was an inhuman torture, and I was holding on to my body with nothing to relax.
Finally the sound stops, and my ear blows a bit of pussy.
It’s sister’s voice.
“Pity, not Mom, not my brother. I’m sorry.
I passed out.
As soon as it dawns, my mother-in-law knocks on my door.
She tried to push the door in, but found out I locked the door and the window, which she did not tell me yesterday.
I went down in cold sweat and the door was stunned.
The ground is full of broken fabric and black cotton, mixed with a few yellow-haired bones that I can’t tell from, but one of them I can see.
Apparently the child’s skull.
At this point, the skull has been largely broken, and the jaw is flying in a dissipated position, so it can be seen whether it is a skull or because of a large piece of debris connected to human teeth and upper jaws.
Grandma wanted me to be my mother’s substitute yesterday, this doll being my brother’s.
Because she had found someone in the house and she knew she was coming the next day, she placed me here.
“Did you hear anything last night? I’m sorry.
I nodded my head for two days and I didn’t sleep well and I had two big black eyes underneath my eyes.
“A hand touched my face, said I wasn’t a mother, and then broke the doll. I’m sorry.
“When will the sound end?” I’m sorry.
I shook my head, “I was scared yesterday, I didn’t know exactly when, but before I left, the sky should have been blindfolded. I slept to the window. I’m sorry.
“How?”
Grandma called my mother and then asked her to hate steel.
“I told you to take enough medicine to get it from one person! I’m sorry.
“How do you two mix up? I’m sorry.
They don’t care how much I understand.
My mother-in-law even turned her eyes on me and said I should die.
“You only told me to get enough medicine to do a farm job and take care of me. Why would I leave those two girls? I’m sorry.
I see.
The day my sister drowned, I wondered why I didn’t die.
I thought it was the other night, and I made my mom happier with my compliment, so my second sister died.
It’s because I’m old and I work and I can take care of my family.
I’m so sad, I can’t move but pretend I don’t understand.
Good thing they don’t care about me either. They just argue.
“I only let you pick one because one can’t make a climate. I’m sorry.
Grandma’s like, “Now it’s okay, it’s sister-in-law, it’s evil.” I’m sorry.
“In particular, your sister’s death, the bitterness of her anger, began to steal the blood of your child, and was so tight. I’m sorry.
“If you can’t change your life, your child will not survive seven days, even if it looks normal now. I’m sorry.
My mom was shaking because my brother hasn’t eaten in two days.
“How long has your brother been born? I’m sorry.
I thought back, “Four days by tonight. I’m sorry.
“Look! It’s your fault he’s only got three days to live. I’m sorry.
My mom looked at me with hate, as if it was all my fault.
“What good is she now? You want to kill her now? I’m sorry.
“Not to mention that she survived two nights to help your son. I’m sorry.
“Didn’t she do well yesterday? I’m sorry.
My mom’s eyes were bright and she looked down at the doll.
“But Grandma, the doll is broken. I’m sorry.
“It’s a hell of a lot worse every day than every day, and the doll’s useless. I’m sorry.
Grandma told me to hold my brother and said it was to make me smell like my brother.
That’s not enough. Grandma won’t let me eat all day, cut my brother’s wrists and fed me his blood.
My mother’s heart is broken, she stares at me like she’s going to kill me.
How does a normal person like that smell?
I almost threw up, Grandma threatened to throw up and drink again, and my mom slapped me.
“You just hate your brother, you want him to suffer, right? I’m sorry.
“I thought you were the best. I didn’t think you were such a child. I’m sorry.
My brother was cut off and he didn’t cry. He’s getting restless and blind.
My dad would cry when he held him for the first time.
The mother-in-law was afraid that I would lock the door and destroy all the doors and windows, and before it was dark, the wind was pouring into the room for a while.
I’m afraid I can’t survive tonight.
I saw them lock the doors and windows, and even the windows were covered with red paper.
I heard Grandma say it was made out of rice and chicken blood, all the most feared of ghosts.
My mother used to cut chopsticks the day my brother had a fever.
She spits at me, “See if you die tonight?” How dare you unite to hurt my son! Bitch! I’m sorry.
I was scared of her beating me up when I was a kid, even though I knew she was going to trade me for my brother’s life.
Besides, she and her mother-in-law gave me a drug that made me lose my strength.
When they left, I was in bed, and it was cold at night, and I didn’t know if I was asleep, or if I was cold, or even if my sister was here.
The night seemed to hear cries, but my head was dazed, and I controlled myself not to open my eyes the previous two days, but I was weak tonight.
The next day at dawn, my mom was crying and crying so hard, she slapped me.
I feel like I have a fever and I don’t have the strength to sit up and my mother dragged me to the ground with my collar and punched and kicked me.
“You’re a loser! You’re gonna kill us all! I’m sorry.
The mother-in-law stopped her, did not know where to find me and pulled a bag.
She pours out what’s inside, a bunch of hair and some tiny nails.
“This girl didn’t do anything last night. I’m sorry.
I didn’t do anything, but there was a feeling of guilt.
“Then why is she okay? Isn’t she supposed to protect Little Bo from this? I’m sorry.
My mother hated me so bad, she ate me. “Shou Bo has had a fever since last night. I’m sorry.
My mother’s temper is enough, she’s pulling her mother-in-law, he’s kneeling on the floor, he can’t stand it. He’s my life. I’ll die without him! I’m sorry.
My mother-in-law saw the cold light: “The ghost is not showing up now, he wants to kill your son, he wants your son to die. I’m sorry.
“But when it’s dead, it’ll never happen again. I’m sorry.
My mother didn’t hesitate to say, “They’re dead and my son can live. I’m sorry.
Everything has to be made way for his son.
My mother-in-law said she needed the ashes of my two sisters, which were mixed together, and my mother took out the milk can, which was left behind.
My brother had a couple of drinks since birth, and now he’s half a spoon.
Grandma said she needed my mother’s blood and my brother’s blood, and they ate my sister’s ashes.
The mother-in-law also took their hairs, asked me to find some slush and rags, mixed with blood and ashes, squeezed a small and a small group of two people and wrapped them in clothes.
I don’t know if it’s my two sisters or my mom and my brother.
Grandma said it was a crucial night, and we couldn’t sleep at night.
My brother has a fever, and my aunt can’t use it anymore. My mother-in-law says it’s a diversion. It’s daytime. My sister’s definitely not coming out.
They went back to their rooms to rest, and I took a lot of effort to get up from the cold ground, and the fever and the medicine that I took caused me to faint and to feel much less pain.
My mom just beat me to death, got a piece of purple on me and broke a skin somewhere.
I look at the wounds on my body and I sit on the bed with tears, and I don’t care if I’m dead two days before.
My pants are already short, and now they’re sitting, and they’re showing up on their backs, and there’s a piece of purple on them, and I can see it because of its shape.
It’s a palm print. It’s like someone grabbed my leg at night trying to drag me somewhere.
But I don’t know why they didn’t.
In the evening, when the sun was not set, she drew a law formation on the ground that I could not understand, and she put two mud dolls in the middle, and she threw some dust around.
My mother and my brother were driven back to the house, and the door and the window of the house had a spell on them.
The yellow spell swayed with the wind, and my mother-in-law and I stood in the house, and I couldn’t look, so she hit me in the head with a wooden sword in her hand.
“What are you doing with your eyes closed? I’m sorry.
“Ma’am, I had a wind last night, a headache and a sore eye. I’m sorry.
I opened my eyes to her, and there was blood in it, and it was red and swollen and it started to cry.
I’m gonna close my eyes again.
Grandma didn’t say anything.
There was a wind, which was cold and wet, and the strange thing was that the dust outside did not fly, but rather the bells of the mother-in-law ‘ s house were swaying.
The sound of ding- ding- ding- ding- ding- ding- ding- ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding.
Looks like someone’s agitated with two ends of the line and they’re falling together.
Grandma breathed a little, and she never spoke.
Peng, the tight line broke and the bell fell on the ground.
Pop-boom.
It’s like someone came in wet and a cold wind came and I fought a cold war.
I don’t know who’s here, but my mother-in-law’s breathing sounds like I’m alone in this room.
The footsteps continue, and I’ll be on my way. I’ll slow down and pretend I don’t exist.
My eyes are pressed, warm, rough hands, and my eyelids are being pushed.
It’s Grandma!
I tried to hide with my eyes closed and I couldn’t sleep with my hands on her.
The mother-in-law was much more powerful, and she almost choked her finger in my eyes, just to show me.
I’m sure there’s nothing good to do after I’ve seen it.
I was frightened and by the bed, and my mother-in-law almost pushed me to the ground, and she was riding me almost all over.
The footsteps were coming towards us, and I had a hard time pushing my knees out, and I rolled my body and threw my mother-in-law out.
I was lying at the edge of the bed, turning over and throwing her inside, and I could hear her body hitting the wall and humming.
At the same time, the sound in my ear was like a sigh.
“There it is. I’m sorry.
It’s my second sister!
I feel the water dripping on my face, something coming across my face.
The mother-in-law in the corner shut up immediately after humming.
Unfortunately, she has been found.
The ash on the ground is stepped on the footprints, a small and wet.
This time, the footprints were not messy and were directed directly towards the small people of the FLM.
I don’t know if it’s a delusion that a small muddy in the middle of the FLNKS is broken, and I feel like the two muddy guys are dry and yellow.
It’s like…
The original blood and ashes were taken from the mud.
The footprints were turned to the edge of the bed.
It looks like the mudslides broke, and my mother-in-law broke up.
In the same vein, I’m more likely to be targeted by my sister, who is naturally of blood.
The mother-in-law’s body was lying in the middle of the bed, and her eyes were wide and she had no injuries.
She’s scared to death!
My mother didn’t dare come out until noon the next day with my brother, who was so hungry and thin that he didn’t start out with a round and cute.
He barely drank some bone powder these days.
The last thing she used yesterday was a fight.
Grandma lost.
The bet is her life.
My mom lost.
The bet is her son’s life.
My mother saw the mother-in-law’s body and cried sadly.
She sits on the floor as if she had lost all hope.
When my dad died, my mom took a peaceful look.
“You’re alive! Why aren’t you dead? You’re alive!”
“It’s all your fault!”
My mother howled at me, and her eyes were red, and she took the knife from the table, like she tried to kill me.
“We’ll die together if we don’t live.” I’m sorry.
“I’m dead, my son is dead, and I won’t let your little bitch live alone! You tough bitch. I’m sorry.
My mother yelled at me with all the harsh words, and the next neighbor looked at me but was afraid to approach.
After my father died, my house started to ask the Goddess to set the scene.
My mom was tired and I was sitting on the floor breathing.
I told my mom that my brother was hungry and he might drink blood.
It’s not seven days yet. We can find another godmother. It’s too early to give up.
“Mom, you ate 10 months of bone powder, and your brother could drink it, and you could drink your blood. I’m sorry.
“As your mother-in-law said, ‘This is a seed, and a proof of your blood. I’m sorry.
My brother did drink and my mom cried and laughed.
She didn’t go to the Goddess again.
Before nightfall, my mother took my brother back to their home.
The floor of the room was not packed, as it was not known where the mother-in-law’s tungsten would move.
Grandma’s body is still on the bedside. My mom won’t move.
I put the doors and windows down and my mom locked the door.
It was the best day of my sleep.
There’s no noise, no noise.
The ground is clean and clean, there are no strange footprints.
It’s too normal for me to feel so scared.
I couldn’t get my shoes on. I ran all the way to my mom’s room, the door was closed, and I shot her, and there was no response.
I hit the door again, and the door was lined up.
I finally panicked and ran to the village chief’s house barefoot.
The door at the end of the house was opened by a couple of strong men in the village, and my mother was lying by the bed, and the whole person seemed to be swollen.
Excessive white skin, painful expressions of fear, must end up in despair.
She’s dead.
My second sister did it.
My brother was still in my mother’s arms.
The village chief saw the scenes on the ground of FLPF and the house, but stopped them and others wanted to come in.
She’s here again, at the village chief’s request.
She cleaned the room, and the village chief was told to take the bodies of my mother and mother-in-law and bury them.
Since having a brother, there’s only one family left.
My eyes fell on his face, and if my mother-in-law was right, my brother was dying.
I’m the only one left.
Tonight is the last day.
She touched my head, and I saw her whispering, “My brother, he’s dying tonight. I’m sorry.
Right?
It’s just the two of us left in the house, and the fairies made up their beds, came down from my mom’s pillow and turned out a knife.
“This is life. I’m sorry.
She threw the knife away.
“Your brother was saved. I’m sorry.
“Your dad didn’t stop when your old black dog scared the door out. I’m sorry.
“If your mother tells me the truth, I’ll have a way. I’m sorry.
“If your mother doesn’t put this blooded knife under the pillow, I’m sorry.
“It’s not a town ghost. It’s a pillow ghost. She brought it here herself. I’m sorry.
My mother died and the bodies were taken away, so she couldn’t hear them.
The day Grandma arrived, my mother killed a chicken with the most sharp knife in the family.
“One piece of your family’s pedal, it’s the last day I can’t help you. I’m sorry.
“What a shame. I said, “At least, I want my brother alive. I’m sorry.
He was a profiteer and a victim, born to die.
I’ve told her everything I know. I hope my sister doesn’t lose her soul.
“He has absorbed the ashes, and when he dies, make them a gravestone, and mark them with their names.” I’m sorry.
“The rest, I’ll try. I’m sorry.
Tonight is the last day of the seventh day, and the fairies sit next to me.
She said it’s over.
My brother’s death is much quieter than I thought, and it’s almost harmonious.
At night, they came in from outside the door, the second sister came to pick up my brother and the younger sister took a look.
The three of them started going out and my brother was getting cold in my arms.
I don’t like my brother very much, but he’s dead and I feel sad.
For myself.
She chose a cemetery for my brother and sister and said goodbye.
The three of them, the last left was a big ash.
I put three urn boxes in there, two of which my mom bought.
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After my sister died, I used to dream.
I actually followed the day my second sister died.
I saw my mom put her head in the water, and my sister’s arm went so hard, in other words, she grabbed my mother’s blood.
My mother looked like a ghost in the dark moonlight.
The sound of the water cracks, the way it goes, the dog in the village screams.
Someone was impatient and screaming, “Who’s washing at night? I’m sorry.
My mother, who was afraid of being discovered, was sorely crushed that she had only one head that she could see herself on the water.
She’s got a lot of pressure, almost one head on it, like a floating corpse.
My sister stopped moving and my mom let go and went home.
Her shoes were filled with water, and she walked around and banged.
I went in the water to save my sister, and I brought her ashore.
They say that people will float when they die. I’ve got my sister under water. She must be alive!
I gave her artificial respiration, I pressed it on her chest, and I strangled her.
The village dog stopped barking and the lights went out.
My sister’s still awake.
The day the urn was brought back, I wanted to put the sugar and sister together and open it and find nothing.
Now in that urn, there’s a sugar.
She adopted me. She taught me how to read and sent me to school.
In the case of adoption. She said, “Rename your name, Toko Dafu. Call it Dafu. I’m sorry.
“I hope you’ll be blessed and happy in your life. I’m sorry.
It’s just a word change, but it’s different.
This time I even had my own name.
In the first few years, she asked me to visit my sister and sister on her annual burial day, and then one day she told me, “No more from now on. I’m sorry.
“No one’s waiting for you there now. I’m sorry.
That’s the day before I got to college.
I sat there crying all night, and I never went there again.
She then adopted a couple of kids, and she wouldn’t let me go back to the village, and I had to make a few grants to go back.
I heard she built an orphanage.
Fairy ignores me, and we’re getting less and less connected, except for the transfer.
Later, fairy died.
The kid she funded contacted me, said thank you for all these years, and the old director died.
We talked a lot.
I said, “Do you have any wishes before she leaves?” I’m sorry.
“There is no wish, but the dean left a tradition. I’m sorry.
She told them they’d go to North Mountain every year to go to the grave, to the top of the row.
It is the tradition of orphanages to worship every year, and everyone must remember to teach other new children.
“What else did she say? I’m sorry.
“She says it’s to keep her children away from her for a lifetime. #Facebook #YXX1merJk8ZhAddAZTLZmo
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
