Seventy-fifth bowl of soup (1)

[She should have been urged by others, bearing the humiliation of her life. 】

【She was supposed to marry a man twenty years older than her, and the meaning of existence is to give birth to a son for him. She drowned in the toilet after giving birth to her daughter. 】

[She was supposed to be domestically abused by her alcoholic husband. She was supposed to have died at the age of thirty-two. Then she was rolled up on a shabby straw mat and thrown into the wild. 】

[This is her life. 】

"Is it her? Is it her?"

"Yes, she."

"It looks young."

"She just turned twelve years old, look at her like this, cringing."

After lunch, two middle-aged women chatted in the village, and they whispered while watching Qinghuan who had never been far away. At this time, another aunt joined the chat. She rolled her eyes and snorted, "But the **** are not too small, and I don’t blame Old Li, if I say, she’s such a big girl, she’s been screaming all day long. The man swayed, her father couldn't help it!"

"That's right, flies don't bite seamless eggs. She must be raped when she rapes them. It's like that when she is young. No wonder she spit on people." A woman spit on Qinghuan, again disgusted. Is curious. "But the other day I saw her mother come to Aunt Chen in the west of the village, this little **** can't..."

"That's what you think!" The other aunt smiled, taking this as a joke after dinner, "The little girl is developing well, and the child can be pregnant. This is not just a few days ago, and she will go. Going to school, what kind of school do you go to with this kind of money-losing goods? I want to say, hurry up to be the wife of the old head Li, or who wants her torn shoes?"

Qinghuan passed them in silence. Not only did the aunts fail to constrain, they became even more arrogant, and laughed louder in front of her, using all foul language to insult her. The men who saw her stared at her chest and crotch, as if she was walking in the village without clothes.

When she arrived at school, she sat quietly in her seat and was called to the office by the teacher after a while.

Everyone is talking about her.

They looked at her, looked at her with the eyes of the goods, and then laughed and said that she was a slut, and she must have been raped because of her usual impropriety. Otherwise, how could the 50-year-old Li Tau **** her without **** others? ?

"...This happened to your class students, it doesn't sound good to spread it out."

"Yeah, I told the principal that she will also have an impact on the school if she goes to school, so let her drop out and go home. Anyway, what's the use of girls going to school? Maybe she will be the wife of the old head, her family I can still collect some bonus money!"

"That said, the family is poor and can't open the pot anymore, and one after another is born. It deserves to have no son, the family planning fine can't be paid, and the daughter is such a waste product. It's really disgusting."

"Don't say that. I don't think this girl usually speaks, so she can't be sure what she thinks."

"I missed a man a long time ago!"

...

The teachers laughed happily, as if they heard a very interesting joke. Qinghuan stood alone in the corner. She was wearing a washed white dress. Although the old one could not see the original color, it was very clean. She stood in the office, listening to the teachers talking about herself, sometimes laughing cheerfully, and sometimes casting contemptuous glances at her. They just let her stand here, quiet and numb like a wooden stake.

I don’t know how long it took. The teachers got over the gossip addiction and waved to her and said, "Okay, you can go back."

Qinghuan returned to the classroom. The classmates pointed at her in groups, and made a little chuckle from time to time. It seemed that the tragedy that happened to her was very funny.

This should be her last day of school.

School is finally over, and she will go home when there are no more people in the classroom, so that she won't meet too many people who know her on the way. Qing Huan was carrying her schoolbag. Her grades were very good. In the past, she felt that her future was full of hope, but now she has nothing left.

A man jumped out from behind the big tree on the way, smiled at her, came up and hugged her, and his big fishy mouth was about to kiss him. Qing Huan yelled vigorously, but the man said, "You have done so for the man who stepped on the coffin with half of the leg of the old head Li. What kind of chastity do you still pretend? Didn’t you have all the children, don’t move, don’t force me to do it? ."

She didn't listen, but continued to struggle. The man was annoyed, and a mouth was thrown over, and the corners of her mouth were cracked by slapped her eyes with gold stars. In a panic, she touched the pencil in the schoolbag, picked it up and smashed it fiercely-the man's eyes widened in horror, and he twitched and fell from her. Qinghuan got up and ran, not forgetting to pick up her schoolbag.

When she got home, her father called her a dead star, and her mother kicked her and told her to cook. The sisters joked and gloated, saying that she wanted to go to school by herself, and felt that she was not embarrassed enough.

The father was swearing, and the mother found Qinghuan after dinner and said that she would be promised to the old bachelor in the neighboring village as a wife. She said: "Sanya, it's not that I am a mother who doesn't feel sorry for you, but you are like this now. No one wants you. Mom is pregnant again. This time I will give you a younger brother. It’s a lot of money to give Aunt Chen a abortion for you. Our family is already poor, so you have to be more sensible."

Qinghuan did not speak.

"I've discussed it with your father. No one is willing to ask you for this. The old bachelor is willing to give us five thousand yuan. Then you will get married and live a good life. Have you heard? I taught you. But remember it, your brother will need your help in the future."

Qinghuan still did not speak. She knew that the reason why she did not give her to Lao Li as suggested by the villagers was because Lao Li’s family was poor, not to mention five thousand yuan, five hundred yuan is a problem. .

Should she be happy? A broken shoe is worth five thousand yuan. But what should she do after marrying the old bachelor? That person bought her for so much money, but she is a torn shoe, can that man make her feel better? Wouldn't it be the same as Dad, who is unhappy, and fights with what he picks up, as long as he can't fight, he will fight to death.

Then, she had to give birth to a son as hard as her mother, and gave birth to their five sisters, and continue to have children. If I remember correctly, my mother had beaten a few times. The girls who were found out were beaten by Aunt Chen at the west end of the village because it was cheap.

Is she going to end her life like this?

Qinghuan didn't sleep all night. The old bachelor came the next day. It seemed to be forty years old. When her mother brought her to see her, her saliva almost stayed. In this ignorant and closed town, a twelve-year-old girl has encountered such a tragic thing. No one will be injustice for her, and no one will call the police. Everyone looks at all this indifferently, and then becomes Let's crush the girl's executioner together.

Qinghuan is at home-no, it is the best-looking girl in the whole village or even in the whole town. She is amazingly beautiful and has good academic performance. Everyone thinks that she will be the golden phoenix flying out of the mountain nest. But now, this golden phoenix was defiled, and everyone quickly became happy again. You see, she is still as mediocre as us, and even more miserable than us.

It seems that thinking like this makes life a lot happier, and I become a little noble.

Qing Huan sat quietly on the stool. No matter what the old bachelor said, she didn't say a word. Her father's hands were shaking with anger. If her mother hadn't stopped her, she would have slapped her head and face. That's it, as soon as the old bachelor left, her father couldn't hold back. One mouth threw Qinghuan from the stool to the ground, "You little bitch! Lao Tzu has raised you for so many years and has eaten Lao Tzu's rice for so many years. You thought it was nothing! Tomorrow you will pack your things and marry me!"

How to marry at the age of twelve, you have to wait a long time to get the certificate, but that doesn't matter to the people in this town. The certificate can be obtained later, and people can marry now.

After dinner, Qinghuan was burning with a bruised face, and several of her sisters came back from school, put down their schoolbags one by one and "looked" at her, talking gleefully.

They said that she was expelled from school, that everyone in the school knew that she was a torn shoe, and that she hurried to marry and get out of this house, they were happy.

They don't like this sister either. She looks better than both of them, so I can see how far the five sisters stand together. No one thinks Qing Huan is related to them by blood. The same is true in school. Adults say that it is useless for girls to study, so they don't need to work for granted. Only Qinghuan gets full marks every time. All the questions asked by the teacher are good, and they can write well.

Everyone is so ordinary, why should you be different?

But now, you are not as good as us. What golden phoenix is ​​just a crow with a pose.

Qinghuan made them say something enjoyable, and then stared at the flames in the stove. Her life is like this fire, growing up a little bit, then extinguished, and never returning to the glory of the past.

The rice is cooked.

She took the iron fork out of the stove, but the extraction of the iron fork allowed air to enter, and the extinguished ashes instantly burned, illuminating her delicate and tender face.

It seems to be talking to her.

Qing Huan stared at the flame, watching it continue to burn hard, it seemed that something in her soul had also changed. She lowered her head, picked up a handful of firewood and put it in, but was seen by the fourth sister who was passing by, and then the fourth sister yelled and told her parents to waste the firewood and play there.

Qing Huan didn't care at all, she just suddenly understood a truth.

Destiny is in your own hands.