Her name is Yang Min, and she is a girl who grew up in the mountains. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She had never seen a car look like until she was fifteen, and she didn't know that there were so many tall buildings in the world. She ran on the mountain paths every day, laughing in the countryside, and she never felt how unfair her life was, even though she had an extremely patriarchal father and a submissive mother.

But she also has a lovely brother.

She loved him so much.

He is very beautiful and has a very nice name, Yang Yi, I heard that this is the name given by her mother.

Her mother was very beautiful, with a melon seed face, a pointed chin, big eyes, a small mouth, and a high nose bridge, and she was the best-looking woman in their village. But she never smiled.

The younger brother inherited his mother's appearance, and since he was a child, he has opened a pair of big watery eyes, and he keeps calling "sister, sister" behind her.

He has a small pink face, black and silky hair, and big round eyes like grapes! Although she had never seen grapes, her mother had said it, and she had memorized it, and she remembered it well.

But she didn't inherit anything from her mother except her white complexion and small face.

She looked more like her father - this is probably why her mother didn't like her in the first place, and she suddenly understood it many years later.

Her father was a grumpy farmer, and he liked this good-looking and cultured woman very much, but his mother did not like him, and even disliked him, so she could often hear the quarrels between her parents, and every time her mother ran out crying, and the next day she was covered in scars.

When she was young, she didn't understand, and her grandmother told her that because her mother was disobedient, her father was just educating her, and the old woman with a wrinkled face would still whisper in her ear - "Minmin must be obedient in the future, otherwise she will be educated, and she will have to give birth to a big fat boy, otherwise this day will be difficult......"

She looked at her grandmother puzzled, with only innocence on her little face.

It was only when she was older that she understood the meaning of her grandmother's words, when she was only nine years old.

She has seen countless scenes of her father punching and kicking her mother, but these few months are the most peaceful and peaceful days in their family, although there are still quarrels every day, but whenever her mother says, "If you have the ability, you can kill me", her father's raised palm was put down.

Because the mother is pregnant.

Ten months later, she stood by her mother's bedside, and saw this lovely child for the first time—it could not be called cute at this time, a ball of red flesh, crumpled and not the slightest cuteness, but she was very happy.

She has a younger brother.

It was the happiest day she had ever seen her father.

He bought wine, bought two taels of meat, and caught a fish in the river and came back and asked his mother to cook.

She stood by the stove and watched her mother get out of bed with a pale face to cook, moving slowly, but this time her father saw it and did not beat or scold again.

Since then, life at home has gradually become peaceful.

The mother rarely quarrels with her parents, and the father begins to get busy and rarely does anything to the mother, but neither of them has a good face at home, and only shows a little smile when the younger brother is coquettish. Whenever this time she can only hide behind the door and peek, and then secretly rejoice herself.

I imagined that one day I could get a smile from my parents like my younger brother.

The younger brother is very cute, the people in the village like him, she also likes it, she thinks that her brother's face is like a small bun, although she has never eaten a bun, but grandma said that the bun looks the same as her brother's face - later she has eaten many flavors of steamed buns, only to find that her brother's face is 10,000 times cuter than the bun.

They both liked their brother, but he liked to cling to her the most - this was what she was most proud of!

Every day she would take her brother to play, they would go up the mountain, down the river, climb trees, catch shrimp, and she would like to carry her brother around the village, and she liked the praise they had for him, and she felt very proud of it, because every now they would say, "Minmin, you brought your brother out to play again" - only then would they put her name in front of him.

But those days didn't last as long as she had hoped.

It was a warm spring, white pear blossoms bloomed all over the hillside, she took her brother out to plant seedlings, now she is fifteen years old, as early as four years ago she began to work in the field, these are simple farm work, when the rice is ripe, she has to help the field harvest, but this is all autumn, after a while she will have to plant corn.

Because there was a lot of work today, my father went to the village to eat and drink, and she had to plant it before he came home. She let her younger brother play beside her, bending her thin spine and skillfully undulating in the field.

When she got up to wipe her sweat, she found that her brother was gone.

She screamed a few times, but there was no response, she came out of the field in a hurry, she didn't have time to put on her shoes, and ran barefoot to the mountains to look for - the younger brother is still young, the younger brother is so cute, the younger brother will cry when he is hungry, and if the younger brother cries, she will be beaten......

She's going to find her brother!

But she had searched the whole mountain, and her feet were worn out, and she still couldn't find him.

She watched the sunset and hesitated to go home, but she thought that her brother might have fallen asleep at home after dinner.

She immediately got up, but at the door of the house she saw her father with a wooden stick in his hand and an angry face.

In the end, my father and the whole village searched the surrounding mountains but did not find my brother, and I heard from the people in the neighboring village that it seemed that someone from outside had come, but I don't know if they had seen my brother.

She knelt in the rainy night, trembling all over, her forehead was hot, and the rain sprinkled on her body, dripping into the ground, leaving only traces of blood.

She seemed to hear her parents' quarrels, and her brother's cries, and at last she remembered only her mother's pitying eyes—the first and last time she had seen her mother look at her, and she closed her eyes and smiled.

The day she was kicked out of the house happened to be her fifteenth birthday, but no one except her brother remembered, and that day her brother said that he would pick flowers and weave a wreath for her, but his brother was also gone.

She packed a few clothes in a plastic bag and went out of the house wearing her new shoes the year before, and the ten dollars her mother gave her hid under her socks - all her belongings, and she never had a home again.

She lost her surname, went from place to place for a few years, worked all sorts of jobs, and finally settled down in a bar - not really a settlement, but it was the longest job she'd ever done.

They all call her "Sister Minmin", she wears heavy makeup that she can't recognize, receives all kinds of guests every day, pretends to smile, and seems to have used her whole life of laughter here.

Until, met him.

He is an elegant and cultured man, likes to wear a casual and comfortable white shirt, is very gentle, treats her very well, and always cares about her.

He would take her to places she had never been, patiently explain things she had never heard of, kiss her gently on the cheek, and ask her if she was happy.

She was always happy, she liked the joy he brought her, she liked how good he was to her, she thought, she was in love with this man.

Then she met a boy like a frightened bird, and like a hedgehog covered in thorns, but she thought he was most like her brother—especially the eyes.

She laughed at herself and thought to herself that maybe she was really lonely.

After wandering in this strange city for so long, there is no home, no friends, except for this empty house given to her by that man, only a shell that has been bullied and humiliated by countless men, a body that is rotting.

She looked at him as thin as she saw herself when she first came to the city to work hard, simple, helpless, so small that everyone could bully him, so pure that all the darkness wanted to invade him.

She took him home.

Her empty soul, she thought, needed solace. (To be continued.) )