The villain of quick wear cannon fodder

Chapter 18
As long as I can remember, my parents have always hit and scolded me, no matter what I did, wrong or right, for them, if I am in a bad mood, I will be beaten, and if I am in a good mood, I will still be beaten.

The meaning of my existence seems to be to be their punching bag. On the seventh birthday, they didn't go home all night. I sat at home all night, staring at the stars in the sky all night. When the sky was bright, They are back.

They came back with a potbellied bald man, and I didn't expect them to remember my birthday, but I also didn't expect them to sell me as merchandise.

Maybe I don't understand many things, and even if I understand them, I can't understand them, but I know what happens to people who are sold as goods.

Just like the crazy woman in the village, she was sold to our village by her family. She was beaten and scolded every day and had to work. I heard that she gave birth to a daughter and was beaten to death by the family who bought her. Since then, she Just crazy.

Will I do the same?

I don't know, but I'm unwilling, but I can't resist being beaten up since I was a child. I was led out of the house by the bald man like a dog. Many people in the village followed and watched all the way, and some people sold their homes to the bald man. child.

I watched numbly, and the girls in the village watched numbly, until I was stuffed into the trunk, as the bald man called that small 'dark space full of strange smells.

I followed the bald man and left the mountain village where I grew up, and went to the city with high-rise buildings. On the way, the bald man drank too much alcohol and had a car accident. I was let out of the trunk by a stranger.

Many well-dressed men and women, they looked around me, some said I was so pitiful, some said the bald man must be a human trafficker, don't be afraid, they have already called the police.

I looked at them numbly, and then I saw a teenager in gray clothes take several brightly colored snakes from a box and throw them into the crowd.

I know snakes, the brighter the color, the stronger the poison, so I ran away. I didn’t want to die. I heard that if I died, I would never see the sun again. I like the sun, and I don’t want to see the sun. it.

I refused to be approached and contacted by those strangers. I kept running and running. When I ran to a place with no human habitation, I stopped. It was so desolate that no one could be seen. There is nothing in the house, but I am still very satisfied, and decided that this will be my home in the future.

What I didn't expect was that the boy followed me all the time. After that, I would often see the boy carrying all kinds of food over here to water the wild flowers and weeds on the roadside.

Those teenagers who ate had never eaten it, and often left it there and forgot to take it away. I was so hungry that I ate it. I thought the teenager would angrily curse the person who took his things, but what did he say? I didn’t do anything, and I still brought food over as usual, and then put it there and didn’t take it away.

Once, I vaguely felt that someone was feeding me water. I felt very thirsty, so I wanted to drink it myself, but suddenly I felt that there was a cool shade behind me. That kind of terrifying feeling when a weak creature faces a natural enemy is a long-term experience. It was exuded by the very beautiful young lady, and the young lady's eyes were very cold, as cold as ice that never melted.

The young lady said she wanted to recognize me as her daughter and took me home. I didn't dare to resist because the young lady looked at me very coldly.

But later I found out that as long as I don't get too close to the coolness that the young lady said, the young lady will not look at me with that cold and cold look. The young lady is actually a very nice person, although she seems to be a bad person.

I once thought that I might have met a fairy sister with a cold face and a warm heart, but the fairy will not die, but the young lady died.

On the day of the funeral, the little sister’s mother hugged me and wept uncontrollably. I looked at the portrait of the young lady with erratic eyes, and couldn’t believe that the young lady was really dead.

What is death?Never see the sun of tomorrow again?

When everyone was gone, I quietly ran to the tombstone of the little sister, trying to plant a field of sunflowers for her.

A grandfather in the village once said that sunflowers are the incarnation of the sun in the world. I planted the incarnation of the sun there, so that my little sister can be accompanied by the sun every day.

Then, I saw the young man called by the young lady standing quietly in front of the tombstone of the young lady, his eyes were as always unable to accommodate everything, and it seemed different, so I stood behind the young man, wondering what he wanted to do.

But the boy didn't do anything or say anything, just stood there quietly. After a long time, the boy bent down and hugged the tombstone, got up, and when he turned his head to see me, he didn't look surprised at all. Said to me when I got a sunflower seed in my hand: "She doesn't like the sun!"

Don't like it?I looked down at the silent seed in my hand, the young man walked by me, bringing a gust of cool wind, I shivered, turned my head to watch the young man's figure go away, my eyes filled with tears inexplicably.

My little sister’s family officially adopted me, and I began to try to speak. I was not dumb at first, but I was silent all the year round under the abuse of my parents, and then I forgot how to speak.

It seems that everything is thriving. The An family began to smile. I tried my best to make them happy, and I did. They seem to have forgotten the existence of the young lady, and they never mentioned the young lady in their conversations. .

Later, when I grew up, I also met someone I liked and was about to marry that person. The day before the wedding, I went to visit the murderer who killed my little sister. teenager.

The boy is no longer young, he has become mature, his face is still the same, but it has more vicissitudes, but it looks even more attractive

I am no longer the same as when I was a child. I know that the boy was helping me all the time, otherwise I should have starved to death, and I would never have met the young lady.

So I gave him a grateful smile, although this gratitude came too late.

He didn't seem to see me, I shrugged and waited silently for him to visit the prison first.

The murderer became very haggard and old. I don’t know what he said to the murderer. The murderer suddenly became agitated. The prison guard advised me to talk to the murderer another day. I refused and refused to give in with a strong attitude.

The boy passed me by with his coat in his hand. I smiled lightly, not knowing whether I was remembering the past or looking forward to the future.

In the end, I had a face-to-face conversation with the murderer. The murderer was very puzzled and asked me who I was?

I didn't want to say innocuous nonsense to the person I hated, so I took out the photo of the young lady and showed him. Unexpectedly, the murderer was not very excited.

"I never hurt her!"

The murderer told me this, I bowed my head in silence, silently put away the photos and left.

In fact, even now, I still don't understand many things. I don't know if the young lady loves the boy. If I say no, I can't explain the young lady's possessive desire for the boy. When I say love, I can't feel even a trace of love. .

I don't know whether the young man loves the young lady or not. When he says love, he can't feel a trace of love. If he says he doesn't love, he can't explain the reason why the young man is still unmarried and keeps himself clean.

Outside the door, the sun was just right, and the man greeted me approaching against the light.

Death is really terrible. After death, you will never see the sun again the next day!
(End of this chapter)