Times are reincarnated, year after year, autumn goes and winter comes again, with a little hesitation, a little desolation, and a little stern!
The pomegranate tree in the yard, with bare and thorny branches mixed with a few leaves, trembling and swaying in the breeze, standing pitifully in the yard.
Night fell, everything on the earth fell asleep, and the stepmother took her son and had already gotten used to getting into the bed.
I cleaned up everything and went to the yard to complete the last thing before going to bed: check whether the door was tightly tied to prevent thieves from entering the house at night; check whether the chicken coop was blocked, and prevent weasel from sneak attacking.
The night is late, the earth is already sleeping, and our small courtyard is also immersed in the night.
The neglected village is silent, and occasionally one or two dogs barking.
I walked into the house with a chamber pot and placed it under the window lattice two meters away from the bed.
There are few quilts in the house, only two thin quilts and one mattress. In order to prevent freezing, the whole family squeezed into the same bed.
A large vermilion bed with a bed trouser, with patterns carved on it. The knife skills are bright and smooth, with orderly undulations and exquisite craftsmanship.
This is the only valuable property in the family!
Two quilts on the bed. My younger brother, Boss Chen and I, opened our legs and slept inside and leaned against the back wall. When my father was at home, he slept outside with his stepmother. The second brother was hugged by his stepmother and slept in the middle of the west end of the bed.
My father often lives in a village school, two miles away from home, and rarely stays at home except for eating. This will facilitate lesson preparation, correct homework, tutoring students, and avoid quarrels when they meet with their stepmother.
If my father was at home, I would sleep inside and beside Boss Chen. When I was not at home, my stepmother asked me to sleep on her feet and sleep with Boss Chen. In this way, it will be easier for her to kick me and get up with her feet in the morning!
The toes of the stepmother are like the big clamps of the crab , flexible and sharp.
Anyway, I am an outcast and there is no fixed place to sleep! No matter where I slept, my stepmother has a way to bully me!
The younger brother, Boss Chen, likes to play pranks, is clever and has a lot of bad ideas. He is the stepmother's right-hand man. If the stepmother is tired of scolding, she will teach Boss Chen to continue scolding!
Others were so angry that they vomited blood and wanted to kill them. They didn't know it at all and felt very happy!
I am very tired every day. When I was just lying on the bed, a sudden attack suddenly occurred. He put his little hand into my head, pinched it, pulled his hair, and then laughed out loud.
I ignored him, and he would never end, affecting my rest.
Another, I was depressed and depressed all day long, seeking to survive in the cracks, and I don’t know what happiness is!
I am not as lucky as my younger brother, Boss Chen. I am protected by my parents all day long, doing nothing, stretching out my hands for clothes and opening my mouth for food, and living a carefree life!
I am not in the mood. I am wandering in the dark and boundless sea of suffering. I am very disgusted with others laughing and joking!
Over the past three years, the harassment of me on more than a thousand nights has made me feel heartbroken!
For several years, I have never stretched my legs when sleeping on this bed. I always feel wronged, afraid of meeting them and affecting their rest. Actually, I am avoiding them! Because, I can't afford to offend!
Whenever I go to bed, either, I curl my legs upward, arch my back heels tightly against my arms, and sleep with my hands holding my knees, only occupying the position from head to butt!
Or, fold your limbs and curl them together, shrink into a ball and sleep!
is like this, and he is still harassed by Boss Chen every day and is repeatedly insulted and beaten by his stepmother!
Three years, three years of childhood, this is how I survived! Later I found out that I couldn’t stretch my legs to sleep!
At this moment, I heard snoring from the bed. In order not to disturb others and cause unnecessary trouble, I have to wait until they fall asleep before going to bed to rest.
I looked back at the placement of the chamber pot, blew out the light, and went to bed quietly.
My father is not at home, and even if I don’t like to sleep at my stepmother’s feet, I still choose to do everything as usual.
I put the clothes I took off under my head, gently lifted a corner of the quilt, and folded my limbs into the quilt.I thought to myself that I was asleep and I could have a good night's sleep tonight.
I am so happy too early!
Just now, I was drowsy and drowsy. In the darkness, Boss Chen reached out his little black hand, pulled my hair, and smiled proudly.
He has been pretending to be asleep. In fact, it is understandable that no one plays with him during the day, nor has he seen any toys, and his life is boring. It is normal to play and make a fuss, but he chose the wrong person!
I quickly leaned my head out to the bed. The stepmother didn't scold me. Boss Chen felt that he was missing something, so how could he give up? He wrapped himself in the quilt and rolled towards me, reaching out to pinch my neck.
I dare not offend my parents' "little emperor". I swallowed my anger and avoided it. I put my head on the bed outside, and pulled the corner of the quilt to cover my head.
Boss Chen is not willing to give up if he hasn’t had enough fun? He pulled my quilt away, which made me hate it deeply, and reached out to slap him.
In fact, I didn't hit him. Boss Chen pretended to cry, sat in the corner and hummed, crying and snatching the sky and the earth.
The stepmother started to curse when she heard her son's crying. She saved her butt in the quilt, put her body on my head, spread her toes, and twisted her body, butt, and thighs!
The stepmother used her "little omnipotent feet" and scolded her, "You... actor! You asked you to bully my son! You asked you to beat my son, only my son bully you! You can't bully my son!... I'll strangle you little... actor!..."
For more than a few years, the stepmother's "omnipotent feet" like pliers pinched and twisted people, and she exercised very flexibly, and her feet would not fail to pinch them!
I often think: God has created a pair of dexterity for my stepmother, and it is here to deal with me!
Whenever I am pinched and scolded by my stepmother, my younger brother, Boss Chen, is very satisfied! Hiding in the quilt, I made a happy laugh of "hehe, hehe" and was ecstatic!
The stepmother heard her son laughing happily, and the beating and scolding me stopped.
Then, the stepmother clamped my butt with her feet and kicked me out of the quilt and roared hysterically: "You little... actor! Come and sleep here!..."
I was numb, expressionless, held my clothes, and slept with my stepmother again.
hasn't calmed down yet, and Boss Chen is like rat and scratches the soles of my feet with his hands.
I tried my best to avoid it and put my feet together to myself.
Boss Chen became more and more arrogant, leaning against me again, groping for my feet to scratch itch.
Helplessly, I rushed to the head of the bed with my body hard, put my head on the bed, and pressed my head tightly against the cabinet at the head of the bed.
People are good at being bullied, and Boss Chen pressed step by step and got to me to bully me. I couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him on the body!
poked the hornet's nest again, and he got out of the quilt and pretended to cry.
The stepmother heard his son's crying and immediately became energetic. She stretched out her arms and slapped my face while slandering her. It was not until Boss Chen burst into tears and laughed that his stepmother was beaten and scolded!
This fake crying of "humph" in the middle of the night every day, finally made such a good second brother die, feeling comfortable!
stepmother has never cared about her son, nor has she ever asked for advice. No matter who is wrong, she will attack me!
For stepmother, her son is wrong and right! In my life, I did the dirty and heavy work, and I was beaten and scolded!
Her son is Jingui, he can't do anything, and he has never touched a single finger to her son!
It really has a mother, and a son! Both mother and son are “sadminister”!
In this world, I am like a lonely geese losing a group of people. I have no love for my father or mother, and I have no relatives! Only the lost soul and the injured soul are wandering in the demon cave!
I was silent and swallowed my anger and endured everything with all my heart!
I don’t say anything, let my stepmother pinch, beat, scold, bully, let her play with and applaud!
has become my habit of accepting it.
Therefore, when I get up at night, even if the room is dark, I will wake up and get up and explain myself. I never call my stepmother to light the lights for me. I am used to the darkness and to rely on myself!
When I get out of bed at night, I will gently and quietly use my little feet to tentatively touch it, find the gap in my lower foot, and step over and get out of bed from others. The movements should be light to prevent them from awakening, stepping on them, and attracting unnecessary insults.
When I was on the bed, I first jumped onto the bed along the edge of the bed, then stood on the bed outside, and jumped over from outside the bed to the place where I was in the bed/inside the bed, and jumped over.
I am as light as a swallow, and I am used to it, and it is always just right every time.
It was late at night, and this family finally calmed down and each of them fell into their own dreams!
I only fell asleep with full of hatred, bitterness, and tears of sorrow and grievance!
When I woke up, I heard the wind blew outside. The wind was blowing softly and gently. The wind and the newspaper pasted on the window lattice made a gentle "hutong, hutong" sound, as if I was about to break into the window.
It was chilly in the room, and I could clearly feel the wind coming in through the gap on the window frame.
The pomegranate tree in the yard was swept by the wind and shook the branches and leaves gently, making a "cry, cry" dance sound.
I still stood up and got out of bed gently and quietly.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and I can't help but shivering, secretly thanks to the fact that I made paste myself in advance with newspapers during the day, otherwise it would be even colder if I ventilated everywhere in the house!
I was fumbled in the dark room, touching the chamber pot with my feet on the ground. After
, I stood up and looked into the yard through the gap of more than ten centimeters above the window frame. There was darkness, and the sound of "rustling" raindrops hit the wall. Ah, it's raining!
The window lattice is still the same, the wind outside is a little dazed, it is mixed with fine raindrops and criticizes the innocent window lattice!
can’t help but make me sigh! My heart is as lonely as this innocent window frame! There is no place to find sustenance, no comfort!
I took implanted and jumped onto the bed.
I am as familiar with the road as usual, and my mind is very clear. I stand firm on the bed, and then I jumped into the bed with my right leg.
heard a "bang" sound, followed by the sound of a chamber pot urinating on the ground.
"How do you get it inside? No materials!" The stepmother said, touching the match and lighting the light.
Kerosene lamp emits a faint light, illuminating the dark room!
I saw me facing the sky, head to the bed, feet to the south, half lying, sitting on the chamber pot, and I couldn't believe that I would jump in the opposite direction.
The chamber pot was so scattered that it was spilled and the urine flowed all over the floor.
I didn't say anything, no tears. Because, in this world, no one cares about me, everything depends on yourself!
I quickly got up from the ground, turned my head and saw a three or four centimeters of blood cut on my butt by fragments of the chamber pot, dripping blood.
I hurriedly walked out of the room, took the eel blood paper stuck on the thin sorghum pole in the partition wall, tore a piece, covered it with the bleeding wound, and found a strip of rags to surround my butt and fix it.
The stepmother was very distressed by her chamber pot and said, "I told you to sit in a jar of good urine. What kind of material is it!"
Then, she scolded some "wild ghosts, wild gods"! Even ghosts and gods took a detour when they saw her!
One night, she suddenly coughed violently, thinking that it was ghosts and gods who were causing trouble. She inexplicably quarreled and scolded in the middle of the night!
Because my grandma died of asthma and cough, she scolded loudly: "Are you here? Why did you make me cough? Stay away from me, otherwise I will chew you to death! You didn't help me when you were alive, what would you do if you die?"
Then, she got into the quilt and covered her head with the quilt. Strangely enough, the cough is cured!
At this moment, my stepmother scolded me for a while, but I was still pretending to be deaf and dumb.
The chamber pot was broken, it was my fault! The stepmother is very frugal and knows how to live. Even if she has a sip of water, she is reluctant to throw it away.
I understand that she is not easy to live.After all, this chamber pot was exchanged for a few kilograms of dried sweet potatoes not long ago!
This chamber pot is a fired blue-gray wide-mouth tiled jar, unglazed, with a diameter of more than 30 cm, with ears on both sides, and placed two meters away from the bed in the room.
At that time, my mind was very clear. I was standing on the bed and jumping into the bed. I didn’t turn around. Why did I jump in the opposite direction? Still sitting on the chamber pot without bias? It makes me puzzled!
Just the moment I jumped into the bed with my legs in my mind.
I sighed in my heart, lying on the bed, enduring the pain of the wound, and still arching my legs, suppressing the pain in my heart!
The wind outside the window is still blowing gently, and the rain is still "rustling" underground, as if mocking my incompetence! It seems like playing a sad song again!
The wind is still there! My heart is as good as it is...
(original, documentary serialized, revealing the dark side of human nature)
