"He killed someone, I saw it. She grabbed Eori's hand, "He killed his wife." ”

She remembered, and remembered.

When she was seven years old, she asked He Xiangxiu: "Aunt Xiu, why does the Luo family hate me so much, I am also surnamed Luo." ”

He learned to speak on his own, and she barely opened her mouth, and her voice was strange and her pronunciation was strange.

That time, He Xiangxiu scolded her, beat her, and said that she was no longer allowed to speak, and after scolding, she found a pair of scissors and cut all her hair that grew to her ears.

"You don't call Luo San. ”

He Xiangxiu said: "You also have a name. ”

Xiao Luo San stumbled and asked, "What's my name?"

He Xiangxiu's eyes were red, and she took a broom and swept her hair on the floor: "There is a small town in Xiangnan, called Xufang Town." She lowered her head and choked up, "That's where your mother and uncle come from." ”

There was a long pause.

She said: "Your surname is Zhou, with your mother's surname, your name is Zhou Xufang, Xu Fang of Xu Fang Town." ”

The seven-year-old child was confused: "Aunt Xiu, what about my mother and uncle?"

He Xiangxiu did not speak.

Xiao Luo San reached out and pulled her sleeve: "Where did they go? Why didn't they come to pick me up?"

She looked away and wiped her eyes: "It's all gone." ”

Xiao Luo San didn't understand, so he chased after the adult and asked, "What's gone?"

"Don't ask. ”

He Xiangxiu shook off her hand and went to the cabinet to turn over a necklace, which was not actually a necklace, but a piece of metal with a piece of wire strung on it, with words engraved on it and traces of polishing.

He Xiangxiu hung the metal disc around her neck: "This is left by your mother, you wear it well, if someone asks who your mother is, you should not know anything, you have no name, no home, no mother and uncle, do you know?"

Seven-year-old Xiao Luosan didn't understand, but she happily thought that one day, her mother and uncle would come to pick her up and take her back to her home.

"Remember, don't let anyone know you're talking, and you can't let anyone know you're a girl. ”

He Xiangxiu told her this sentence many times, but she never remembered.

Tang Guangji worked in the Luo family, and at that time, the old man Luo was still healthy, and Tang Guangji was by the old man's side, and rarely returned to the flat building.

In fact, Luo San got along with him very little, but she liked him very much, even in front of outsiders, he was very disgusted with her appearance, and he also beat and scolded her, but she still liked him very much.

At that time, she was envious and envious of Tang Xiang, because Tang wanted to have such a good father.

Every time Tang Guangji came back, he would go to Tang Xiangna first, and then come to the attic.

When she saw him, she was very happy, and called in a thick voice: "Tang, uncle." ”

Tang Guangji had a cold face: "You talk again, let your aunt Xiu hear it, and I'm going to beat you again." ”

She smiled sheepishly.

"Did the second lady beat you just now?"

It was beaten, beaten with roses.

She shook her head.

Tang Guangji took out a bottle from the hat on the back of his coat: "Wipe this medicine." ”

She wanted to say that she didn't hurt, that she was a problem child, and that it was true that she couldn't speak, although it wasn't fake.

"If it doesn't hurt, you have to wipe it. Tang Guangji stuffed things into her and left.

She hugged the medicine bottle and said thank you silently with her mouth open.

At that time, she was still young, but she understood that Tang Guangji was a very good person, but their family also sent people under the fence, and even his closest relatives also worked in Luo's family, and he always said: Luo San, Uncle Tang can't care about you, you have to learn to survive by yourself.

What she knows is that if Tang Guangji's family treats her too well, the Luo family will be unhappy, and if they are unhappy, they will think of ways to torture her

It's just that Tang Guangji is a person who is too soft-hearted, and he can't help but treat her secretly.

He Xiangxiu is just the opposite, He Xiangxiu often beats her and scolds her, but she will pick places with a lot of meat to beat, and pick places that don't matter.

When Luo was in her thirties, Tang Xiang was already in college, she lived in school, and rarely came back, the last time she came back, Tang Xiang taught her addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and this time, taught her to write.

"Luo San. At that time, Tang wanted to grow very tall, not like Luo San, skinny, like a small bean sprout, Tang wanted to wave at her, "Come here." ”

Luo San ran over in a hurry.

Tang Xiang wrote two words in the notebook and showed it to her: "This is your name, can you write it?"

She shook her head.

She can only know the simplest numbers, which He Xiangxiu taught in her spare time.

"Why are you so stupid. Tang wanted to scold her for being stupid, grabbed her hand, and taught her stroke by stroke on the paper, "Write the word 'three' first, and if you look at it, you will have three bars." ”

Tang Xiang took her hand to draw three bars and asked, "Will it be possible?"

Luo San immediately nodded.

The orange cat lying under the table woke up and meowed lazily, this cat was picked up by Luo San at the door of Luo's house, He Xiangxiu did not agree to raise, threw it a few times, the orange cat ran back by itself, she couldn't care, just don't care, when Luo San picked it up, it was still a small milk cat that was not thin, and now it eats very round, because Aunt Liu in the kitchen likes it very much and often feeds it.

But Aunt Liu doesn't like Luo San and never gives her anything to eat.

Luo San also named the orange cat, called Luo Si. She pointed to the cat and wrote four bars on the paper.

Tang wanted to poke her in the head and scolded her for being a little fool: "That's not how the word 'four' is written." She wrote a 'four' next to the four bars, "You write accordingly." ”

She can't write, it's crooked.

"You're stupid!"

Tang wanted to scold her for being stupid, and at the same time teach her resignedly.

After that, Tang Guangji would find some old books and secretly stuff them under Luo San's bed, she could already recognize a lot of words, but she wrote less, her hands were disobedient, and it was very difficult to write.

He Xiangxiu threw the newspapers that the Luo family didn't want to her, and threw all the old books and old pens of Tang Xiang to her.

When Luo San didn't have to work, he would write and draw by himself, and once, he called Luo Yinghe to see it.

"Cut! Luo Yinghe threw her newspaper and pen on the ground and stepped on it again, "Are you mentally retarded enough to learn?"

Luo Yinghe and Luo San were born in the same year, but Luo Yinghe is more than a head taller.

She hated Luo San very much, she felt that she was humble and poor, she said viciously: "My classmate will come later, you go to the attic to stay, you are not allowed to come out, if you are disgusted by my guests, I will not spare you." ”

Luo San nodded and went to pick up the pen on the ground.

Luo Yinghe casually grabbed a watering kettle and threw it at her: "Stay away from me, you're dirty!"

She was very dirty, because she had to work in the flower room every day, and she had to work in the kitchen, and the kettle had water, and it hit her head, and it wet her bald head, but fortunately it was plastic, and it couldn't break her head.

She picked up her things and stood a little farther away, not to obstruct Luo Yinghe's eyes.

"No wonder that crazy woman said that you and your uncle are stinky and begging for food. ”

The crazy woman is Luo Qinghe's mother.

Luo San raised her head because she heard the word "uncle".

Luo Yinghe also scolded: "Your mother is still a vixen." She scolded viciously, as if venting her anger, "You are the little vixen!"

Luo San listened.

She wanted to hear more about her mother and uncle.

"Yinghe!" Xu Yunci ran in and interrupted, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Luo Yinghe snorted: "I didn't talk nonsense, Luo Qing said it when her mother was sick." ”

Xu Yunci scolded her in a low voice, and then said to Luo San: "Don't pestle here, go out." ”

Luo San went out with her things.

That year, Luo Qinghe's mother, Xiao Shi, was very ill, with severe depression, schizophrenia, violent tendencies, and suicidal tendencies.

I don't know why, as soon as Xiao Shi sees Luo San, he will lose control of his emotions and get sick, maybe this is the reason, Luo Qinghe hates Luo San very much, as long as she is free, he will change his ways to make things difficult for her.

It was summer, and roses were in full bloom in the flower room of the Locke family's perennial greenhouse.

Ah Bin came over and said, "Miss, I called Luo San." ”

Luo San stepped forward timidly.

Luo Qinghe asked Abin to go out and called Luo San to him: "Do you see the flowers on the table?" There was a bunch of freshly broken roses scattered on the table, Luo Qinghe said, "I pulled out all the thorns on it." ”

Luo San went to get the scissors.

"With your hands. She said, "Pluck it out of my hand." ”

Luo San would never resist, because it was useless to resist, she would only suffer more trouble, she walked over with her head down, picked up a rose, and broke the thorns on it with her bare hands.

The thorns of the rose were hard and difficult to pluck, and she had been pricked several times, and her fingertips were already bleeding.

Luo Qinghe held a book, a cup of tea, and wore an expensive and beautiful dress: "The movements are so slow, you haven't eaten, have you?"

Yes, she hasn't eaten yet, Aunt Xiu went out, and Aunt Liu in the kitchen poured out all the leftovers, she only drank water, and now she is so hungry.

She glanced at Luo Qinghe carefully and continued to pull out the thorns.

"What are you doing with me, scolding me in your heart?" Luo Qinghe put down the cup, she was a high-ranking eldest lady, flamboyant and proud, "Tell the outside world that you are an adopted son, you really think you are the Luo family, you are just a bad seed, just a good fate, born to the right gender." ”