The big screen on stage plays a few short acts, and a voiceover tells the background.

The heroine Xiaorong has not eaten or drunk for three days, and she is already desperate.

She ran away twice, and once before she could get out of the hospital, she was caught by her mother-in-law and locked in the house. Another time he ran into the mountains, was chased back by the whole village, and was severely beaten by several men in the village.

She asked herself over and over again, did she escape?

Surrounded by mountains, she may not be able to walk out for the rest of her life......

The rain kept falling.

The windows were open, the eaves were dripping with dense rain, and the night was already dark.

Xiao Rong sat on his knees in the corner of the bed, his back against the mottled mud wall, and the rain hit the tiles with a ticking sound.

Her face was pressed against her knees, her hair was like straw, and she never looked up.

Someone spoke outside the door, it was a woman's voice, and her curled up body trembled slightly.

In the middle of the room, a few steps from the bed, there was an old table of eight immortals, on which there was a large bowl with a notch, and the bowl was full of white porridge, without a trace of heat.

The door opened, and the creaking sound mingled with the sound of the rain outside.

The person who came was Li Shanhai's mother, about fifty years old, with a relaxed face drooping, but her back was very straight, stepping on a pair of slightly old cloth shoes, and walking to the table of the Eight Immortals.

Her eyes were sharp, she noticed the white porridge that had not been moved, sank her face, and turned her head to stare at Xiao Rong:

"You won't eat?"

The figure in the corner was motionless, but it angered Mother Li.

She took the big bowl, walked quickly to the bed, grabbed Xiaorong's hair with one hand, dragged it to the bed, picked up the bowl and poured white porridge into her mouth.

Xiao Rong bit her lips tightly and looked at Mother Li with hateful eyes.

Mother Li was furious, and she wanted to pry her mouth open as if she was ruthless, and the edge of the bowl hit Xiao Rong's teeth, and her voice was crisp.

There was a boom outside the house, and there was a thunderstorm.

Mother Li's hand stopped for a moment, Xiao Rong's face glanced to the side, the big bowl fell, the white porridge was scattered on the ground, and the fragments were scattered.

Li's motherly face trembled, and she dragged her out of bed like a livestock and threw her into the middle of the room.

Her eyes swept around, and she leaned against the broom by the wall, and she picked up the broom and beckoned to Xiaorong.

"What are you? It's just an object bought for my son, and if you dare to die without eating or drinking, I tell you there is no way. You will honestly be my son's wife and give birth to a son, or you will break your hands and feet. ”

Xiaorong's face was pale, the broom fell on her, she didn't have the strength to hide, she didn't beg for mercy, and her mouth made a painful whimper.

Then and again, she looked out the window in despair, the light in her eyes fading as if she were dead.

Sensing that she was no longer moving, Mother Li's expression changed, and she was a little nervous, as if she thought she had killed her, so she hurriedly threw away the broom and kicked Xiao Rong's body.

"Mom. ”

Li Shanhai stepped into the room, wiped the rain from his face, and saw the girl who was shrunk on the ground and did not move.

"Mom, you're hitting her again?" A man as strong as an iron tower, with dark skin and short, stiff hair that was wet.

Mother Li brought a towel over and wiped the rain off his face, "Why did you forget to bring an umbrella?"

Li Shanhai sat on the stool next to the table of the Eight Immortals, and frowned at Mother Li: "You beat her all day long, the more she wants to escape." ”

"Phew. Mother Li took a sip, "It depends on whether she can run or not!"

"What's wrong with her?" Li Shanhai saw that Xiao Rong was still not moving, and turned his head to ask Mother Li.

Mother Li took a broom and swept the broken porcelain pieces aside, glared at Xiao Rong on the ground, and said with a calm face:

"I'm not dead, I just touched my nose and was angry, lying on the ground and pretending to be dead to scare us. I didn't drink the porridge for a day, and I broke the porcelain bowl, you said I couldn't clean her up, this girl was looking for a beating. ”

Li Shanhai's brows relaxed, he didn't care about her anymore, his mouth was a little dry, he looked at Mother Li: "Mom, pour me a glass of water." ”

Mother Li dropped the broom, answered, and hurried out of the house.

Xiao Rong moved her body with difficulty, climbed to the wall and grabbed a piece of broken porcelain, she thought in a trance, if she hadn't been kind enough to help the old man, wouldn't she have encountered such a desperate thing?

At that moment, there was remorse, pain, despair on her face, and finally numbness.

Squeezed the porcelain piece tightly and swiped it on the wrist again and again.

Li Shanhai, who was resting with his eyes closed, sensed that something was wrong, opened his eyes suddenly, and was so frightened that he immediately ran over and snatched the porcelain piece from her palm.

Throwing away the porcelain pieces, there was another crisp sound.

"What are you doing?" Li Shanhai's face changed, and his tone was a little anxious.

He tore off a piece of cloth from the corner of his shirt and wrapped it around her wrist, and at this time, Li's mother came in with a bowl of water.

"What's going on?" she exclaimed.

"Go to the village doctor. ”

Mother Li hurriedly put down the bowl and ran out of the door.

Xiao Rong realized that someone was stopping her, raised her head and glared at Li Shanhai hatefully, and said the first line:

"Brutes! You guys are brutes!"

It was this group of beasts that made her worse than death, it was this group of beasts that made her lose her sunny youth, and she longed to gnaw on their flesh and blood.

Li Shanhai was shocked by the hatred overflowing in her eyes, and at the same time angered by her words, his face was dark, and he picked her up and threw her on the wooden bed.

"You are the wife I paid for, whether you want it or not, you are my woman. Even if you die, you are buried in our family's graveyard. Li Shanhai looked at Xiao Rong's pale face condescendingly and threw out this sentence.

He grew up in the mountains, never read a book, and never saw the world, but he knew that his wife was a man's private property, and it was natural to spend money to buy it. The men in the village are all like this, and he doesn't think there's anything wrong with it.

But he didn't beat his wife, when he was a child, he hid outside the door and watched his father beat his mother to death, so he vowed not to beat his wife, and he didn't beat the wife he bought.

Xiao Rong lay on the bed with a blank expression, and his voice was cold:

"Do you know it's a crime? Trafficking in human beings is a crime. ”

"What kind of law is committed, killing people is breaking the law, what kind of law do I commit by spending money to beg my wife?" Li Shanhai's voice was a little excited, and there was even an inexplicable sullenness, no one had ever told him that it was a crime, he didn't study it deeply, and he didn't want to understand.

Her calm voice revealed a despair that penetrated deep into the bone marrow:

"I didn't do it voluntarily, I was trafficked. You don't know the law, as long as you are willing to let me go home, I won't call the police. My family will also give you a sum of money, and with the money, you can go outside the mountains to beg for a wife, and beg a willing wife to live. ”

"Don't say it, I'm uneducated, I don't know anything lawless, I only know that you are my wife. You should live with me honestly for the rest of your life, don't want to run or die, it's my wife when you die. ”

Li Shanhai said stubbornly, her perennial body is as strong as a mountain, with the simplicity and ignorance of mountain people, but at this moment she is the person Xiaorong hates the most.

Xiao Rong spat hard, grabbed his wrist, and bit it hard.

Li Shanhai screamed in pain, desperately shook her off, Xiao Rong fell to the ground, and his messy hair stuck to her face, his expression was very terrifying.

"My family has called the police, you just wait to go to jail! Your whole village is going to jail, you don't know what jail is. Hehe...... I don't die, I hold my breath and wait to see what happens to you. ”

The people in the audience were shocked to see her desperate and fierce expression, a few strands of hair covering her cheeks, but they couldn't hide her true hatred, and they didn't know that they were being brought into the play.

Ou Manlin stared at the little girl on the stage, stunned in his heart, this kind of acting is no longer the standard for newcomers, no, this is not even like acting.

The hatred and despair on the little girl's body made people's hearts sour, and she couldn't help but wonder about the little girl's experience.