My father gave him the best remedial classes, he gave him money to buy a house, he gave his mother and his son a lifetime, and he wanted to take me with him.
As a result, his biological father returned, leaving behind a pile of dried-up sugar cane and being swept out like garbage. He sat in pain at my door and begged me to see me, saying that the baby was good for himself!
But he didn’t know that my mother’s three-member family had been set up by me. I hated my father more than her and her son. Why can he be so indifferent to me, even if, for his good son, he wants to take me for a bride price to a man with a family history?
One.
When I was 10, my dad was out there.
Mom and Dad got divorced and my mom was tougher on me, but I didn’t hesitate to choose Mom.
But she just said to me: “Why do you choose me?” Why are you following me? Let’s go for the northwest wind! I’m sorry.
As soon as she had said that, she left with a suitcase, leaving only one behind.
There are no more traces of her life in this house.
My stepmother was a good friend of my mother’s, and I remember her being so close and she used to come to the house for dinner before she got divorced.
At that time, she cried and said how desperate her husband was and how good he was.
My mother was a man who couldn’t comfort her. She had a table ready when she came.
But it didn’t give her half of her thanks. She took my father.
With this flag, she moved into my house.
And she’s with her son, Cheng-sung, the one I was afraid of since I was a kid.
When he was a kid, he would put my head in the water, the kind that really wanted to drown me, and he didn’t laugh.
But my dad likes him, and even if Cheng always bullys me, my dad always wonders why Cheng isn’t his son.
When my stepmother came with Cheng, they asked me to call him brother. I didn’t say anything.
My dad slapped me and I hit the table. I actually expected him to hit me, and I got a little back. After all, he used to hit me, but my mom stopped me.
And now all these people are expecting me to get hit, and I just didn’t think my dad would do it so hard this time, and he’s rounded his arm, and the impact of that slap on my ear breaks my teeth.
The mouthful of blood that came out with the front teeth was as if it had been the beginning, and since then I have been beaten countless times.
The old parents are covered in wild bamboo, sometimes by accident, and the round bamboo is often broken and occasionally my blood is glued to it.
My worst plant is bamboo, and my worst dish is mackerel.
‘Cause my dad used to say with his jokes, “Leisha, you’ve been a little bumpy lately, don’t you think you’d like to have some bamboo fried meat?”
He didn’t really ask me to eat meat. He asked me to open my hand and to whip my heart with bamboo whips until I cut it open.
When I’m done with the mackerel, I can’t hold my bowl.
That is, from that day on, I had inexhaustible housework, and in the year after, they had taken many fish from the reservoirs, and I would have broken them one by one and cleaned them up one by one.
My hands were full of frozen acreage, in cold water, and at the beginning I felt pain, and it was all numb in the back.
The three members of the family were at home watching TV and eating dried fruit cookies, and the small solar electric furnace was set next to their feet, which must be warm.
‘Cause I got water in my shoes and my toes were shaking.
The big pottery is full of fish.
The aunt next door saw her and said to her daughter, “Do you still want to divorce? Do you dare to let your children stay with your stepmother? I’m sorry.
My stepmom is a funny-looking tiger. She’s a big fan of bragging about my dad, even though he doesn’t have any merit.
She always likes to say that when she married my dad and didn’t look at anything, she got into my dad’s face, and she said, “That’s what he said.”
Unlike my mom, my dad always spits at her without a little pussy.
The woman with the sweetest sword will wipe the chair I’ve been sitting in back and forth, and will prepare a single bowl of chopsticks for me to eat with the others.
She smiled when she was preparing for me, and she said, “This is the most beautiful bowl of chopsticks.
I know how much she hates me, just as I disgust her.
She said that my mom worked at a massage parlour and made so much money every month, and she didn’t know what she was doing.
Every time she eats or watchs TV, she says, “Alas! How did your mother make so much money? Have you seen how your mom earns money? I’m sorry.
And every time I didn’t speak, she said to my father, “It’s your fault, you’re the mother, and no one talks to me.” I’m sorry.
Every time my dad’s around, he either slaps me or kicks me, or he’s got something.
When I first started, they said I was gonna cry.
But I didn’t know at that time that little kids were crying because they had a heart and someone was trying to trick you. I remember once when they pulled my mom over the table and I couldn’t stand the red eye.
My father looked at me so badly that I’d always remember it was worse than he hit me.
Shortly after, I heard him talking to others, wondering what was happening to me, crying when I couldn’t move, and the children’s home was so heavy in the heart and tears.
I can’t cry anymore.
My dad doesn’t look so good. My mom’s just a chubby, and naturally I’m not.
But I’m three years older than I am, and they’re a metre taller than I am, and my stepmother always says I look like my mother, what if I get married, and then I’ll be dumped like my mother.
When she said that, I looked at her in the eye, and she hit me in the face and I ran away.
She’s gonna be pissed off. What, you can’t say anything?
You don’t think you look good, do you? You don’t look good with Cheng Sung.
Then he called out to my father, “Li, look at your daughter and be afraid to marry a rich man.” I’m sorry.
“Just her?” My dad said that with all his shame.
I don’t know how much of their lives have to fail, but at that time I was too weak to have the slightest chance of resistance.
But in this house I fear most not my stepmom and my dad, but my career.
Every time I looked at him, I felt oppressed, because when his eyes were staring at me, I felt creepy, and I couldn’t say why.
I wash the clothes of a family, and I wash the clothes. I complained a few times about the washing of clothes, but I received more than housework. They said, “What can you do without a girl’s home? What can you do to feed?”
What about Cheng Jing? He’s three years older than me. He doesn’t wash his bowl. What’s the point of raising him?
That’s what I said. I got a slap on my dad.
Why can’t I compare with him? Because he’s a man. There’s more down there than me?
I didn’t dare say that again in order to get one less slap.
There’s nothing to do with washing, but I can’t go to him, or I can’t go to him, and I’m surprised that Cheng was the only person in this family who didn’t hit me, but he’s the one I fear most in this house.
I can only talk to my mother in a euphemism, and she said to me, “You don’t think you look like this, does your brother? I’m sorry.
What kind of eyes is that? Even when I was 11, I could understand what she meant.
What are you thinking?
Why would my son like you? Don’t put any money on you.
Take a piss and look at yourself! I can’t believe it.
I don’t know who to talk about that, I don’t know how to say it or how to say it.
My dignity was trampled on the ground in inch by inch, not at all.
But I would never wash Cheng’s underwear. It’s disgusting.
I threw him right there, and then he would show up on purpose while I was washing, pick it up and put it in the bucket of my washing, and I stood up back and he held my hand.
And his hands were cold, and I took his eyes, and I was so afraid.
“What are you afraid of?” I’m sorry.
The buckets were smashed and there was water everywhere.
My father came and said to me, “What about you?” You’re just washing your clothes. I’m sorry.
His voice was so muffled, it was like a drum, it was pounding in my head, and I felt like I was vomiting.
I don’t know when the day will come.
My father built bricks on the site, probably because he had the strength to do a lot more than others, paid a lot more than others, and, as far as I know, had more than a thousand a day.
My sister-in-law works for her, but every summer they take us to town, and they say they take us to play, but they only play by chance. I’m going to do laundry and cooking up there, and I’m going to help at the site.
On one occasion, the brick fell down and hit my finger, and the finger was turned into purple, and I couldn’t bear the tears.
My father only looked at me, and he hated it so much, saying, “Well, it’s only so delicate.” I’m sorry.
The aunt at the site put it on me with a Band-Aid, but it didn’t work, and it got bigger and bigger.
She came here in a hurry, looking at my hand, nervous, “What’s wrong? You all right? I’m sorry.
I don’t care. I’m used to it.
This aunt is from our village. She and her husband used to work with my dad. She gave me a lot of old clothes, and I appreciate it.
Today, her words are such that I cannot help but shed tears.
I couldn’t help but cry, and my tears were pouring down on her and my hand, and her eyes were red for a moment.
She hugged me and comforted me by saying, “If only the child had grown up!” I’m sorry.
Growing up, it’s far away! When will you grow up?
In the back I was afraid that the finger was broken, and I had to bite my teeth with a needle, and the water was stinking.
It’s just that even with my hands, they’re waiting for me to cook.
Me and their fuses were my dad’s day before work and took Cheng and Cheng to the supermarket to buy.
Cheng chose milk, a big box of yogurt, and I saw it sold at 18.8, and I naturally picked up a box of pure milk, 2.5 boxes of that kind.
By the time the check was done, my dad closed the case and took out my milk. He said, “I’m about to go home and drink milk, and I’ll have water.” I’m sorry.
It’s a very small thing, but I don’t know why I crashed so much.
Was it the look of the salesman? Was it my dad who singled out that box of milk? It’s just because I wanted to drink the milk, so I don’t deserve it?
What about the achievement?
Cheng is a son, but he’s not his own.
I’m his own daughter. Why can he give him 18.8 boxes of yogurt, but can’t even give me 2.5 boxes of milk?
Why can he buy new clothes for Cheng during the New Year while he can’t even buy them for me?
How can people be so different?
I thought I’d come home every day from work, and I wouldn’t even take a shower because I was at home.
Then you start doing laundry and cooking before you get too busy, and then you start taking a shower when you have more people.
I lay in bed every day and I couldn’t even move my finger.
But what did I get? I don’t even deserve a box of 2.5 milk.
I ran to the street, and my dad and I had a big fight, and I’m going home.
He called me his home, not mine.
He won’t buy it for me.
That aunt bought it for me. She took me to the station and told me to go to my mom.
She said she had a stepmother and a stepdad.
“Go to your mother! I’ve been silent.
She got a little angry and said, “Did you blame your mother for your father’s cheating? What will you do if you don’t go to your mother?”
“My mom doesn’t want me! * I’m dying to put up with that kind of emotion and hold my fist tight *
I don’t want to cry. I really don’t want to cry all the time.
But it was still whispering. I had to keep my head down. I couldn’t even look at her.
What would she think? Think I’d bother her? We don’t have no family, I’m not so ashamed.
But she just stretched out her hand to erase my tears: “It’s all right, she didn’t want you, she was just angry.” I’m sorry.
Two.
Back home, my dad didn’t give me any maintenance, there was some rice left in the house before I left, and I ate three days of rice with sour vegetables and my mom showed up.
She bought me new clothes and new shoes.
We haven’t seen her in two or three years. I don’t know how to deal with her.
She said, “What’s wrong? Don’t you even know how to scream when you have a stepmother? I’m sorry.
I haven’t cried for a long time, but I can’t help it.
I’ll always remember when they divorced, and she told me to follow my dad, and she didn’t even have a house.
I blamed her for not taking me.
But now I have nobody but her.
But I couldn’t even say it, I couldn’t say it, I couldn’t say it.
“Do you want to come with me?” She talks first.
I can’t believe it, and I’m afraid she’ll regret it, saying, “Mom, I’ll do what I want, I won’t make you angry, I’ll get good grades, and I’ll earn you a lot of money after college.” I’m sorry.
“It’s hard to follow me! * She frowns and goes on to say *
“I can suffer, I can eat anything, I can eat less, I don’t have to buy clothes, I’m really good at feeding, I’ll cook and wash you, I can do anything! I’m sorry.
I’ve said so many things, I’m afraid she’ll regret it.
When she looked up, she found her eyes full of tears, and saw her look at me, she wiped her tears with her hands.
Let’s go! Mom takes you away!”
Because I finally met my mom, I knew that my mom used to pay my dad a thousand a month.
But my dad never told me that he’d only say I spent money and that I’d suck his blood.
I went to school in town, only had a lunch at school, four dollars a meal, and walked home in the afternoon.
He then went to school for his first reading and had to eat three meals at school, and he said that he would spend a lot of money and give it to the teacher.
Let the teacher take care of the money. He’s got me talking in front of him.
Every time I go to the teacher to collect money, the teacher has to say something about my dad’s hard work.
Every time she said that, all the other teachers in the office and the students who occasionally came in were staring at me.
I feel like a naked monkey, and in order to reduce this, I can only get the money.
So I can only eat two meals a day, and I’m always hungry to drink tap water, which was the leanest year of my life, and I’m so skinny that I wear loose-tight pants that I always fall down.
I didn’t know what it was like to be where my mom was.
She’s an old masseuse who earns $78,000 a month, including 300 full time. Thirty days in January, she would not rest for one day, so that she could save at least 7,000 a month.
Because she eats and lives here.
There’s no special staff room in the store.
Mom took out her bedding and laid it in that bed 80 centimetres wide, 2 metres long, 70 centimetres tall.
She slept in such a bed for 10 years.
I daren’t ask her why she didn’t rent a house, I fear she didn’t think I would suffer.
She seems to have seen my mind and stabbed me on the forehead: “Do you need no money to read? Don’t you ever want a house?”
She’s been living this life for me only after.
My nose is so so sore, I can’t feel it when I look at her deformed fingers.
“Reads can be loaned, houses can be bought. I want you to live better. I’m sorry.
“Why are you crying? You’ve been talking to me for years. She pretended to be impatient and handed me a tissue.
I go to school during the day, write homework at night in the yard behind the massage parlour, clean up the house and cook with it.
I know I’m a lot more expensive than I am in town because I’m going to go to the city. I’m afraid Mom won’t want me.
When I made my first meal, I did it with all my heart and all my skills.
Three dishes and a soup. I think I’m all fragrance.
But my mother cried when she ate and I watched her tears drop into her food and she swallowed it.
After eating, the boss left with me and suddenly asked me, “Leisha, you don’t know how smart you are, you don’t know how to contact me.” “She’s down and she’s cleaning up and rubbing tears with her hand.
I’m a little freaked out, thinking I did something wrong.
I’d rather sleep in a massage bed than go back.
Tears just fell down, “Is there something I can learn or change?” I’m worried about my nails.
She hugged me, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I should have known. How could they treat you like that? I’m sorry.
My heart is sore because of that.
I’ll help her push a few guests on my weekend break. I thought she’d be happy.
However, she took her leave of absence that day and dragged me around the river. Her face was so cold, I saw her like that for the first time, I couldn’t even ask her.
She finally stopped until it came to me that I felt like my feet were broken.
I saw her sitting on the shore with her hands on her face and her shoulders shaking. To my ears the uttering of the utter weeping fell upon my heart.
For the first time, I felt so bad about my heart, more than the total number of things I felt sad about before.
What did I do? She and my dad didn’t cry.
I don’t know how to comfort her, but I don’t want her to cry anymore.
“Mom, I’m sorry! Don’t be sad. What did I do wrong? Will you tell me I changed it?”
She finally put her hand down, and her eyes were red, and she asked me, “Did I give you a book so you could have a massage?” I’m sorry.
“No, I just wanted to help you. I’ll help you press some, and you can lower some. I’m sorry.
“How old are you? You want a massage? Can you do a massage? I’m sorry.
“I’m not tired. I used to carry bricks on the site for a long time during the summer. I did that job. I can make money, Mom. Don’t get mad! I’m sorry.
She cried even more.
I don’t know what to do.
She didn’t know how long she cried before she stopped. “Is it embarrassing to have a mother massaged? I’m sorry.
“What a shame! You feed me with a massage! It’s my fault. I always trouble you.” “I was in her arms and I couldn’t stop crying.
She held me tight: “Leisha, you have to read it.” I’m sorry.
“Yes! I’ll take the best college. I’ll buy you a house, a big house, a big bed. I’m sorry.
When I was 15, I took the best high school in the city.
My mother looked at the notice and cried.
She told me she bought a house, right there at the train station.
I’m happy to ask her if we can stop sleeping in a massage bed.
She knocked on my head and said, “What about the massage bed?” Did you lose your massage bed? The house has to be rented out for tuition, maintenance. I’m sorry.
As if joy was short, my mother had left me a lot of money and said how it came.
And regret that she still spent too much and could have saved more.
She could not buy new clothes once a year because of the employee ‘ s outfit, which made her feel much more expensive.
But I was a little upset when she said that.
“Mom, why are you telling me so much? Aren’t you the next one?”
My mom smiled at me, and she took me in my arms.
“My little girl has grown up.” I’m sorry.
My grandfather and grandma died, leaving only one muddy house.
For the first time in high school, my mother went home and said she was going to pay his respects.
And when she was burning the paper, she complained to them, saying, “Do you blame me for not coming to you much, and do you not protect me?” I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, she started crying.
I kneeled beside her and carried her shoulder, comforting her, saying, “It’s okay, Mom, our days will get better!” I’m sorry.
“I’ll finish my book soon, and I’ll buy you a big house, and when I don’t work, I’ll go around and eat everything we haven’t eaten. I’m sorry.
She looked at me, and she looked at me with love.
“Live a good life! Live a good life! We must have a good life in summer!
“Have a very good life and don’t suffer anymore! I’ve heard of bitterness and sweetness, and my summer and summer have gone through it, and it’ll be a good day. I’m sorry.
At night, we were lying in the same bed, and I felt her swollen, deformed joints in my heart, trying to open my mouth: “Mom, I’ve asked about scholarships in high school, and scholarships, and I can’t spend you much money, you find a bag, I don’t have to worry about too much, why don’t you stop doing this? I’m sorry.
She hasn’t returned to me for a long time. I’ll go touch her face.
Touch the tears in one hand.
I was a little scared to hold her tight.
“What’s wrong? You’re even more sticky when you grow up? I’m fine. It’s Summer. Mom’s life is a waste! I’m sorry.
She woke me up in the morning and said she wanted to eat my spicy fish so I could buy it earlier and we could go home after dinner.
I had to go to town to buy it, or I said I’d take a motorcycle, and she yelled at me, “What’s wrong with taking more? Your mother, my money, it’s all in these hands. I’m sorry.
I looked at her five fingers that had been deformed and blamed myself for not knowing how to save.
So I chose to walk for 40 minutes on a motorcycle and for two or three hours.
Eight bucks for the car, and I’m walking one by one for the eight, and I want to be there by noon.
But then many times, I hated myself more than I could, why are you so slow and why can’t I give up the eight dollars?
When I came back, she lay in the bed we slept together last night.
I was panicking, trying to call her, screaming, and she wasn’t moving.
I came a little closer and saw her eyes closed, I touched her nose with my hands, I couldn’t breathe, and I saw an empty bottle of pesticides next to the pillow.
My legs were soft at once, trying to make a sound, and I couldn’t scream.
I hit the door, and I screamed, “Hey, somebody! Something’s happened to my mother! Help me! My mother drank medicine!” I’m sorry.
Everything behind is covered. I just remember a couple of uncles and aunts from the village helping me take my mom to the hospital.
When she arrived at the hospital, the doctor sentenced her to death.
And We kneeled on their knees and asked them to think of a way: “No, but in the morning she was still well, and washed her stomach.”
“She also told me to buy her fish? I’m just going to buy a fish! Why is she gone? She wouldn’t do that! How can she drink medicine?”
“Your mother’s body is so hard, she can’t help it.” I’m sorry.
I struggled from her arms to my mother. Hold her tight, close her eyes and stiff.
“Mommy, will you open your eyes? You can leave me alone. You can live.
“We agreed to take you to a good life! Why didn’t you wait for me?”
I don’t have a mother!
It’s my fault I can’t read.
I don’t need a house.
You said you’d stay with me. You said you wouldn’t want it. Why?
Wait for me! I’ll make a lot of money.
I’ll grow up soon. I can spend less. Don’t leave me alone!
What if you leave me alone? Mom, you can’t do this to me!
I shouldn’t have come to you. I shouldn’t have dragged you. I’m sorry! How can you die without me?
I said so much to her, but she didn’t say a word back to me.
She’s really gone!
3
From my mom left to bury her, I felt like I had a nightmare.
Looks like she’s right next to me.
She’ll knock on my head and make me smart, and she’ll leave me the chicken leg in her lunch.
My dad doesn’t know who said it. He came to me.
I’m gonna slap him in the face, and I’m gonna look him in the cold, and I don’t know why the slap didn’t fall.
He asked me, “Why didn’t you tell him all this? I’m sorry.
I don’t want to see him. One of them doesn’t want to see him. Ask him what he wants.
He pretended to care for me: “Your mother is gone and you and your father, I’ll take you home.” I’m sorry.
“Dad? I had a father? I thought only Cheng Jing had a father? I watched him sarcasm.
“Is that what your mother taught you to talk to me? I don’t care about him anymore You’re so mean! I’m sorry.
“What does it matter to me? You care about who you care about! I don’t want to see you! “I’m tired, I don’t want to argue with him, and I don’t feel well when I see him.
“You think I want to care about you? It’s not because you’re young, you think I’m coming, you loser. Your mom could have died because of you. I don’t know what your short-lived mother taught you, how long she’s been around. He continues to scold around.
My mood broke. I jumped over and bit his arm.
He hit me in the head and in the face, and I bit his arm open.
He was so strong, he didn’t know where to hit me, I got my nose blood coming out and blood on the floor.
People around see us. Come and get us.
They say so many things, and I feel like I’m in a terrible headache, and those buzzing sounds make me sick.
And then when it was dark, I went straight down.
I woke up in the hospital.
My stepmom sat in front of me and saw me waking up and yelled at me, saying I had a hard heart and bit my own father’s hand.
I saw her talking like she was just sick.
Nurses around, patients looking at me.
For a moment, I cried.
“Are you trying to kill me? Isn’t it enough that you forced my mother to die? Why did you rob my mother’s husband when she was a friend? Isn’t it enough to cook for your family three laundrys?
“Aunt! Don’t you have a conscience? How could you do that? You can kill me. Why did you bully my mom like that? Are you human? I’m sorry.
When I was with my mother, I joined the poetry reading club, and I said it clearly, and I didn’t say it.
The people around her look down on her, and I’m stunned by her.
He ran out of the hospital, and my dad came in the afternoon. He didn’t plan to eat at noon. He was in trouble.
I didn’t expect a mother with a child next to her bed to prepare me for lunch, and she kept crying and looked at me and said, “Son, live well! Take care of yourself, or your mother will worry. I’m sorry.
We left contact details, and it took me a long time to realize that she had had a hard time, had an urge to end herself, but that day I met without a mother.
She was afraid to die and feared that her children would be bullied after her death.
She’s afraid her kids will end up like me.
After my stepmother left, my dad came in the afternoon and was very curious that he didn’t insult me, that he wasn’t angry.
Instead, he calmed down and said that he would never have said that.
Daddy’s gonna take care of you. Dad’s got a bad temper. Don’t talk to Dad.
He does? He’s a match to my mother?
The crowd is easy to fight, and many people are urging me to go back with my dad, after all, I’m a minor with no guardian.
Only the mother with the baby texted me on the phone and asked me to contact her.
My guardian is the only one left.
I’ve only got a few thousand bucks left over from my mom, but it’s a good thing the house was rented. I can live on my own, and I speak directly to everyone about how my father treated me that year, how he abandoned his wife and children, how he abused me and tortured me.
I tore his face to pieces on the ground, and my father was the one who loved it.
This should be his most humiliating day, and there’s still people out there who want to call the police, but there’s no evidence of me being around my mother after all.
And my father went away as ashes and looked at me as he walked: “You have long skills, do not come to me after that.” “He’s got a hateful eye for killing me.
I live in a muddy house left behind by my grandfather and grandma, behind which there are large areas of bamboo forest and some graves where my mother is buried.
The villagers told me not to mess with my father. How can my father and daughter live there alone?
Scared of what? Scared of ghosts?
I’d love to see you! I wish I could see her again.
I don’t even have a picture of her.
She doesn’t usually take pictures. All I have is her ID.
I asked the mayor to leave me my ID card. I have nothing left but this.
I’m afraid one day I’ll forget what she looks like. I can’t hold on any longer.
I wore the clothes she had worn, slept on the bed she had slept with and smelled on the pillow.
But as time passes, the taste is getting less and less.
Her traces in the world are being wiped away, and the only purpose of my life is for her to keep me alive, hoping for me to be a man and to read.
I counted days and days, and every day, apart from eating, she was practicing the word, so I couldn’t waste it when she went to high school with me.
Until school starts soon, I’m going to check in with my account book.
I called my father about the accountbook, and he sarcasticly said to me on the phone: “What can you do?” Read it yourself. See if they want you at school. I’m sorry.
My heart is cold, why this man will be my father and why I will be involved with him.
But now that Mom’s gone, I’m alone. I can’t be afraid of him anymore.
And I tried to stay calm: “Then I called the police and told them that you had abandoned your father and that I had met my aunt in the hospital, who was a lawyer, and said that he would help me for no good.” I’m sorry.
“Yeah! Lee Ha, you’ve got skills. You’re threatening me now. Don’t fall into my hands.”
I don’t want to hear his voice again, because this man, who is my own father, treats me like an enemy.
“I’ve recorded it all, it’s evidence. I’ll see you at the police station if you’re not going to give it to me. I’m sorry.
“Come back and get it!” And he hung up.
I didn’t know how long it took me to find myself.
I’m shaking! On the ground, I was all dressed up, and I was still afraid of him, and I was still afraid of him, when he beats me and yells at me.
I disgust myself for being so weak.
Mom, I missed you. I’m useless. At night I lay on my bed and said to the dark house.
I spent a lot of time trying to give my father time back to get his identity card, and Grandma’s old house was so far away from their house, and I sat on my bus for a long time.
There was a heavy rain under the sky, and the wind turned my umbrella over several times.
So even if I had an umbrella, I was wet.
I finally got to the house and I breathed a few times before I dared to knock.
What I didn’t realize was that it was a concubine.
I didn’t see my dad. My heart was so loose.
But when I found out that there was only a chance, I couldn’t help but be scared, and he looked at me in the eye, and the memories that made me so uncomfortable came back.
I just want him to give me the account book, and he’s on the other side.
Let me get dressed and get cold. I’m sick of his eyes.
I’m a little scared. I want to get out of here.
I ran towards the door, but it was closed.
He dragged me through my hair, and for the second time I felt the great difference in power between men and women, who was my father, and I felt that he could kill me with no effort if he wanted.
I can’t believe I can’t fight back.
He tore my clothes, and I cried out for help, but there was rain and no one could hear me.
I was afraid to reach the extreme, and his face came near me and breathed on my neck.
“Mommy, Mommy, help me! Mommy! I’m sorry.
He was all over me and I felt like an animal to be slaughtered.
When I thought I had no chance, near despair.
When Cheng Cheng’s mother returned, I heard clearly the doorlock, and she complained, “It’s bad luck, it’s raining so hard to fight mahjong. I’m sorry.
Cheng reached out to my mouth and I bit it with all my might.
His mouth was full of blood, and he screamed in pain, and his mother heard the noise and opened the door and saw Cheng’s crush on me.
Cheng finally let go of the clamp against me, and I ran out of my clothes and I didn’t know how long in the rain.
I didn’t stop until the lightning woke me up.
I can’t stop crying!
It rained on me, and I walked one by one.
How dare he? I have to call the police. I have to call the police.
I don’t know how long I’ve been gone, and I walked into the station like a squirt.
I insisted on my statement and the police drove directly to bring Cheng.
A nice policewoman asked me to change clean clothes, so Mom and Dad came.
My father yelled at me as soon as he opened his mouth: “Leisha, what are you doing?” It’s a whole family! I’m sorry.
Cheng Cheng’s mother was busy saying, “No, comrade police officer, look at her like that. How can my son like her? I’m sorry.
Her words remind me of the past when she constantly humiliated me, humiliated me, humiliated my mother.
I was like, “Do you look good?” You’re as ugly as dogs. You’ve done your whole family like animals. You’ve just watched my mom go away. Aren’t you afraid my mom would come to you at night? I’m sorry.
The taking of evidence was a difficult process, but when my father learned that Cheng had been arrested, he would already be 18 years old and imprisoned.
It was the first time I saw that fear in his face, and he was afraid that it would affect the process.
He and the police explained how well the process was, and the face was full of pain.
But I know it’s not because I was almost raped as his daughter.
The pain was that his cheap son could go to prison, and he felt it.
I shouldn’t be sorry for someone like that.
But the heart can be sour and the tears can’t stop.
I’ve never felt that he cared about me for years, not a moment.
He doesn’t know what I’ve been through. He doesn’t know what I’ve been through.
But everything he does remember, he knows what color, what game, what he likes and what he doesn’t like.
But everything about me is a burden, a trouble, a burden. He only remembers me when he needs me as a free-worker with no resistance.
Why can he like it and give him everything. But why should I be involved with him and why should we be fathers and daughters?
But not long after he left the station, he stopped me.
It’s still raining, and I haven’t changed my clothes, just to get out of there.
But he stopped me. His eyes seemed blind. Can’t he see my wet clothes? When did he see me?
The wet clothes were on me, and the whizzing wind was beating me, and I couldn’t stand it.
He looked at me like he was sick and sick.
“Does it take to destroy your brother? I’m sorry.
I seem numb, just looking at him.
“What’s wrong? If you look at me like that, I just don’t teach you how to clean up. I’m sorry.
He kept swearing, and I didn’t want to hear it anymore.
And then my stepmother came over and kneeled down so that I had any hatred for her and let her son go.
She cried all over her face, and I looked sick and my dad looked so sorry.
He kneeled down too.
Pretend he’s tough enough to tell me that he hasn’t asked me anything in his life, and he’ll treat me well.
I feel like I’m breathing like I’m not breathing.
Then I fell into my stomach and threw up.
I’m losing my mind.
I didn’t know how long it took me to calm down, and they were waiting for me.
I ran madly into the rain, and I hated them all.
I’ll never let it happen, even if it breaks.
I’ve made up my mind. I’ll be discredited and talked about.
But I’m not afraid! I’m not even afraid to die. At least I’ll be able to find my mother when I’m dead.
But fate never let me go, because I was in the rain, and it didn’t last.
I don’t have any evidence that I was violated.
When the results came out, I saw my father relieved, his good son was fine, and he was finally relieved.
My sister-in-law said to me, “I told you, how can anyone look at you like you? You will not see my son as handsome, and you fancied.”
I ran over to beat her up and was stopped by the police, and one of the women looked at her, “The evil man, but there’s no way to convict him for a while. With a mother like you, I’m sure your son will come and stay with us sooner or later. I’m sorry.
I can’t remember how I went back that day.
I bought a bottle of pesticides that my mom drank the other day, and I really can’t. I don’t know how to live.
I’ve done my best. I can’t hold on.
It’s as if I thought of why my mother killed herself and lived in such pain that it would be better to die.
4
I was lying in my mother’s bed, crying, and I couldn’t say a word.
Just as I was about to pick up that pesticide and go to her.
Then the bed fell down, and I lay in the groceries, and I didn’t know how long it was, and I cried to the empty house, “Is it you?” Is that you? I’m sorry! I’m really tired. I’d love to see you. I’m sorry.
As I was about to stand up, I touched an envelope.
It’s a letter from my mother to me, under the straw in the cold.
I just knew she was sick, late for breast cancer.
She wanted to live, too, but she chose to leave me the money for fear of dragging me down.
I cried with letters, my mother, and I never had a good day in my life, slept in a massage bed for more than a decade, not a few days a year.
This is how she dies, and she even wants to get where she wants to be, in fear of causing trouble.
She’s not very literate, there’s a lot of spelling in her letter, and the next few lines are the house’s plans, I’m going to study at rent, and she apologizes to me for saying that my tuition fees may have to be based on scholarships and work, but it’s not.
She knew to say that to me, why didn’t she understand that she was also important to me?
There’s so much to say, and I’m encouraged to live, and there’s some of the words I wrote.
She had no culture, she didn’t know how to comfort me, so she went to the paper to find a sentence, and the words were etched in my heart, and I covered the letter in my chest, feeling the last temperature she had left me, and she gave up her life so utterly and she tried so badly to keep me alive.
I looked at the pesticide, and suddenly I thought I could live. How could I give up her life for me? I threw it away.
Why would I die? They deserve to die.
On the day after that, I had only one thought: I would go to the best university, and I would crawl out of it, and I would witness the punishment of the beasts.
My dad didn’t give me a penny in the following years, and he asked me to sue him, and if he did, he would.
And I don’t want to be involved with him anymore, and I see him giving him a chance to finish his college and then graduate.
There’s only one thing he’s been looking for. That’s the house.
He wants me to give him the house for Cheng’s wedding.
I’ve reported this to the police many times, and he says, shamelessly, that I have a good mother after all.
I hit him back and you guys died before I had a good mother.
If the police hadn’t stopped him, he might have hit me again.
He briefly stopped for a while, and I thought he would refrain from my idea for a while, and then I realized that I was naive.
When I first went to college, he and my stepmother suddenly contacted me and I hacked his number and my stepmother’s.
They changed one by one, and I was curious to know what they were up against, and when they blew me up, my stepmother introduced me to a man, 43 years old, who blew him up and said I could live a good life with him.
I’ve got a rich woman who’s only 50 years old, and I can marry her for less than three years.
She called me an insult.
They only treat themselves as human beings. When do they treat others as human beings?
My identity card was about to expire and I had to go back to my dad, and I thought he should have stopped thinking about it.
Didn’t think he locked me in the house when I went home to get my account.
A fat man with big ears opened the door and my heart was cold enough to stab a group of them with a knife.
The man was electrocuted with a protection truncheon, and I ran away without their protection, and my dad was chasing him back and saying how good he was, so let’s get emotional.
On the way out I was hit by a car, and I met a man who changed my life’s fate — Shengyang.
He was a crippled man, and he and his driver took me to the hospital.
He sat in a wheelchair, looked at me in peace and asked me what was wrong.
I know him. I’ve only seen him before in financial magazines.
His company is the one I want most, but it’s very demanding and hard for me to get in.
I took this opportunity, and he asked me what I wanted for compensation. Can I get into your company? Then I gave him my resume.
That’s it. I came to Sing Qingyang to be his assistant.
As for my father, I soon moved out with the help of Shen Qingyang, and he can’t affect me anymore.
But I didn’t cut him off to contact me again, so why would I keep hiding and running?
My dad moved himself to think I was incompetent. He introduced me to a man who was 30 years old, widowed, then went down to check, he was violent. My dad introduced me to him just to get a house price.
Later, when he saw nothing to gain from me, he really bit his teeth and bought a house, a man in his mid-twenties, tired of working on the land every day to repay his mortgage.
He often complained to me, and I listened in peace. When he’s dried up by the mother and son.
The owner’s legs were said to have resulted from a car accident, but were not operated on, as if the risk of surgery was high and life was of course more important than disability.
He’s rich and generous and looks very gentle.
As his assistant, we became familiar because of a field visit to their home, a million-acre orchard of orchards, a dense twig, and a thick leaf, and I pushed his wheelchair.
He told me that this was where he had grown up as a child, and I followed him to his secret base, where we stayed for a long time, and there was a heavy rain, and people came to us in the cabin, but they didn’t see it right.
The storm caused a mudslide and I escaped behind his back.
He kept killing me on the way, letting me drop him and go for the first time.
I left him all alone and ran.
It was hard to get to safety, and I put him down, and I saw the mudsliding floods beneath the mountain, and for the first time I was afraid that my legs were shaking.
I’m not afraid to die. I’m afraid I’ll die before I’ve lived well.
So close, I was paralyzing on the ground, but the sun calmed down and slapped my shoulder, “Don’t be afraid!” Don’t be afraid!”
I jumped in his arms and cried, “We survived the sun!” I’m sorry.
“I can’t die! I’m sorry.
And his body hardened, and he held me in the way: “I will not let you die; I will make you better than anyone.” I’m sorry.
He contacted the rescue soon, the helicopter arrived and I was still in his arms.
He reached out with his hand to wipe my tears: “The little crybag, we went home.” I’m sorry.
We also counted fate, and then I used the massage I learned from my mother, and I used to push his legs.
I had something from the beginning.
I’m too weak, I’m just an ordinary employee, and I can’t sleep all night and night every time I remember.
Even though I’m good at high school and I’ve read 985, I’m still doing well.
Even my dad harasses me from time to time. I really hate it.
So I deliberately approached my boss, and he was skinny, disabled, sitting in a wheelchair.
I’m afraid of powerful men, I’ve dreamt so many times that I can’t fight back.
I slowly and intentionally disclosed my life to him, and that day we all drank.
We sat on the balcony of his house and I looked at him smiling and asked him if he wanted to hear something weird.
He listens and suddenly covers me with a blanket.
And then he put me in his arms and I fell on his knees.
I felt his whole body shaking, angry, and I first saw his teeth cut.
He touched my head and asked me what kind of help I wanted?
And We saw his eyes red upon his head, and so was he who was as warm as a jade.
And for me.
And suddenly I felt guilty, and he was honest with me, and he encouraged me to study, and finally I went to work, and he reimbursed all the tuition.
He said it was company benefits, but I was well aware of the company system, which could only be reimbursed for professional advancement.
I also read MBA with his encouragement, and I brought many projects for his reasons, and my resumes are getting better and better, even if I leave one day.
He taught me to learn, teach me work experience and teach me how to live.
I know it’s not just a colleague. I think I’m impressed.
Lights, wine, talk about life, kisses are so natural.
But the last step, he stopped, “Share, let’s just calm down! I’m sorry.
I know what he’s talking about, but I’m really lonely, and I don’t care about it, and I like him, and I’m close to him for more than his purpose.
He sat there looking at me and I felt safe.
I was in charge, and I held him tight, as a drowning man grabbed her last straw.
I feel alive because of the violent events.
I found a perfect biological father through Sing Qingyang’s connections, and then we found a place to get close to him, and then we accidentally revealed the success.
Make him feel like he can go back and pick the fruit.
At the same time, we have also given him some financial help, so that he thinks he’s making money in a business that he buys and sells.
I’m sure they won’t make a second option in my understanding of the future mother and her career.
Soon, faster than I could have imagined, and with the help of power and money, my soul’s revenge went beyond my imagination.
I asked my father to witness their father-son relationship, and before our men got out, they started planning to get my father out of the house and rob property.
And my dad accidentally heard it.
They didn’t take it down, but the three of them came together to take care of my father.
My dad finally felt it.
He called me when I was just listening in silence.
He was over there screaming for me to talk. I asked him what he wanted to hear.
He cried and apologized. He said so many things.
I asked him if he knew what I wanted to do.
“What? I’m sorry.
Tell my mother! Tell him that you are now like a dog, and that your karma has finally come, and that I must go to her grave to celebrate with a firecracker.
I’m your father! How can you do this to me? I’m sorry.
“Don’t call me by my name. I’m sorry.
Finally, he cried and begged me to see me, and I certainly refused.
And then he sat in front of my apartment all night, and I opened the door and looked at him as derelict, and I felt at an all-time high.
He looked at me and said he’d let me live and I’d find someone to marry and have children and not go the same way as him and my mother.
He doesn’t mention my mother. I can’t keep my emotions down.
I looked at him and said, “You remember me now, don’t you want a son? Why don’t you go with your good son? What about me and you?
“A man like you is destined to cut off his children! I’m sorry.
And, unexpectedly, he did not argue with me this time, but he said, “Don’t punish yourself for a father like me, I’m gone!” Son! I’m sorry.
I didn’t go back to him and shut the door.
The sun sits not far away and looks at me in a complex manner, and he hears everything.
He should know now how dark and ugly I am.
Not long after, I’ve heard the news.
At that moment of knowledge, my heart was full of emotions, ablaze, agitation and confusion.
My dad killed Cheng Cheng.
She didn’t get killed because she was running fast, but she was disfigured.
He tried to call me in prison, and I refused.
My mother left with regrets. How could I have made him happy at the last minute, and I would have let him die without the understanding he wanted.
Looks like revenge’s over.
I don’t think he’s afraid of me.
I do not know how long I sleep every day, and I fall asleep during the day, and often wake up dark.
I wish I could live a man before him, but when he left, there was nothing in the house, and I consciously touched my pillow, but there was no one left.
Until his brother came to me and told me to go see Shen Qingyang.
I said he didn’t want to see me, and he yelled, “My brother’s doing surgery for you. Do you know that life is in danger? I’m begging you to stop him, okay? I can’t have no brother. I’m sorry.
A wise man in Shangyang would take such a risk?
My heart was in a state of panic, running all the way to see him lying in the house and closing all the curtains.
“Get out! He closed his eyes and said:
And I saw with a faint light his pale face, and his heart became more miserable.
Walk towards him and hold him. He opened his eyes and found me.
Let go! “It’s serious, but no threat to me.
“Why surgery?”
“Just trying to get up, it’s none of your business. I’m sorry.
I kissed his lips. Why is it none of my business? If anything happens to you, I’ll be a widow.
He laughed, “No shame! I’m sorry.
We held each other tight, especially the Qingyang, who embraced me with all his might. I didn’t know how long it took me to hear him groan: “I want to stand up for you. I’m sorry.
“Did you not raise a sky for me now?”
“Sheng Qingyang, what if something happens to you? My mom doesn’t want me anymore. Are you leaving me too? I’m sorry.
And he reached out with his hand to wipe out my tears: “What is the cry, how many times has it not taught you to be calm in your encounter?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to. I have you. I don’t want you to calm down. I’m sorry.
We slept together, and he finally got rid of that dangerous operation, and together we waited for more technology and safer.
He humbled himself against his disabled body, but did not know that I humbled my weak soul.
When I met him, I was like a ship that had been floating for a long time, and it was a sense of security.
I got married soon, and I took him to visit Mom.
Mom, did you see that? I met a good man, and he treated me well, Mom, and I’ll live with your share.
I went to a lot of places with Shen Qingyang, and I took pictures of my mom and I wanted her to see my life.
The larger our company, the larger it is, it also provides social welfare assistance to women, and it provides training to those who have no culture or skills in the formal system to better integrate them into society.
Mom, I’m not lying to you. I’m doing a great job.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
