I'm a woman in black, and I don't have a name. From the moment I was born, my intelligence was beyond ordinary people, and I was destined to become a messenger of the soul. It's just because of the words I said when I fell to the ground, "I came to represent your departure." ”

Before I was born, my mother went through a lot of hardships. She was the top brand of Yihong Courtyard, because she accidentally conceived me, the girls of Yihong Courtyard persuaded her to beat it, but she couldn't bear it, so she was kicked out by Mommy. My mother thought she wanted to go to that man, that is, my father. At that time, the man hugged his mother, and his mother was so stupid that she fell in love with him. Who knows, what the man likes is just her beauty and the scenery when she was the top brand, watching her mother stand up and go to him, he actually scolded her mother for being a stinky woman, I don't know which wild man I am with. You may not believe it. These are the scenes I saw in my mother's womb.

The mother was grief-stricken and decided to jump off the cliff to cut off herself, but she was rescued by a scholar who went up the mountain to pick herbs. The scholar was destitute and had no wife, so he had to collect herbs and sell them to the pharmacy to make ends meet. Seeing that his mother had nowhere to go, he took in his mother and took care of him every day. The scholar and his mother have been in love for a long time, but they just love each other in their hearts, and both of them feel that they are not worthy of each other.

Finally, on the day when I gave birth, because I didn't have time to find a midwife, the scholar relied on his only medical skills to deliver his mother. After boiling a basin of water, the white day, which had been a clear sky, suddenly became unusually dark, with thunder and lightning, and heavy rain. The scholar closed the doors and windows and lit candles. The mother screamed in pain, and the scholar saw this. Beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his cheeks

Finally the sky cleared, and the scholar wrapped me in swaddling clothes.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" My mother was exhausted and collapsed, but she still stretched out her arms to welcome me. "It's a pretty girl, she looks very much like you. When you grow up, you must be as beautiful as you. The scholar hugged me as he spoke, and my mother took me and looked at my cute appearance. But at this moment, I don't know why, I gently said to my mother, "I am here to represent your departure." The baby's hazy eyes were sharp and dark. My mother was frightened and threw me aside, but the scholar caught me. The mother's face was pale with fright, and the red liquid seeped out of the quilt and dripped down the quilt. The scholar cried loudly, shocking the earth

The scholar buried my mother, and he knelt in front of my mother's grave for a long time. It was so long that his knees were sore. "Allow me to call you a lady one last time, even though you were not my lady. This child is not a normal child. She wasn't supposed to come into this world. I lost you because of her. Please forgive me, I can't keep her. I hate her, I hate her dark eyes, I hate her. So, I'm leaving. Leave her one to fate. "He left, in a hurry, lost his soul, and took away my only support.

It's dark and it's panicking, although I'm in swaddling clothes, but I understand everything, I understand everything. Since I said that, I haven't spoken. Because of that sentence, I lost my mother. I hate myself too. Why did that phrase pop up at that time. I don't cry, I don't scream, I don't know what's going to happen next.

A wild wolf ran up to me, sniffing at my thinning hair. I wasn't scared at all and even thought it was cute. It looked at me as if it thought I was pitiful. It ran out and came back with a leaf in its mouth. Inside the leaf is a small puddle of clear liquid. It pointed the tip of the leaf to my mouth, and a chill entered my mouth.

In this way, I was fed by this wolf for five years until it died of old age. In the past five years, I have grown from a baby to a baby who can walk on his own, and then from being able to walk to finding food. Until an old man came to this forest by chance. I followed him all the way, only to realize that there was such a world outside.

Since that day, I have been in exile and living a life that is worse than death. I thought this world was beautiful, but when I got to know it deeply, I realized that there were too many distortions in this world, and too many unsatisfactory ones. I was bullied by other children, beaten by them, saying that I was a stinky person and that I had no mother. Call me dumb. To outsiders I was dumb, but I knew who I really was. The clothes I wore were all picked-up, tattered and ragged. Everywhere he went, he was ridiculed. Occasionally, if I meet a well-wisher, they will throw me food. That's when I learned that begging would keep me alive.

I was 7 years old at the time, and I learned how someone else had set a bowl that couldn't be broken again. Then I saw a penny of copper coins fall into my bowl. I can't tell you how I felt at the time, I don't know if I was happy or unhappy. I'm glad that I can live, but I'm not happy that I've lost my most basic personality as a human being. When I couldn't get anything, I would sneak up other people's leftovers. Eat the Shao water that others have poured out. Sores, sickness, torment, in short, no matter how painful it is, it is nothing.

During the day I went to beg, and at night I went to the cemetery in the woods to accompany my mother. Only there will I say what I want to say and shed the tears I want to shed. They all say that it is terrible, but in fact, it is not, it is quiet and no one comes.

I remember on my 15th birthday, I snatched half of the dirty steamed bun from the dog's mouth to fill the hungry stomach. Then he lay on the cold ground and died drunk. No one wants to approach me because I'm so dirty. And I've never looked in the mirror when I'm so old, and I don't want to look at such a dirty and sad face in the mirror.

But over time, people will take a detour when they see me, some say I'm a broom star, others say I'm a soul messenger. Anyone who approaches me will die. As long as I'm there, other beggars will stay away from me. In fact, I am just a speck of dust wandering in this vast world, and the humble cannot be more humble. They are afraid of me, I am afraid of them, I am afraid of bringing them bad luck.

It wasn't until that time that I believed what they said. A kind granny stuffed a steaming meat bun into my dirty hand. It was the first time I had smelled such a scent, and I burst into tears. Picked up the bun and looked at it again and again, but couldn't bear to swallow it. "What a poor girl, eat." Grandma leaned down and ruffled my clumped hair with her wrinkled hands. I stepped back, afraid of getting her hands dirty. "Don't be afraid, eat." Grandma persuaded me, I nodded, my mouth slowly approached the bun, and slowly took a small bite. I burst into tears, and finally I couldn't help but say thank you. "Thank you, grandma." "Hey, good, grandma will go buy you two more buns." After that, my grandmother walked towards the bun shop, and I looked at her back, and I actually remembered the wolf.

Aside from the wolf, she was the first person to be nice to me. But just then, a horse came running, and the grandmother was swept down, and the horse stepped over her. I threw away the bun in my hand and ran towards my grandmother. As a result, he was pushed out by the onlookers. Get out of here, you dead star. They scolded, I cried, I ran, I wailed

It was the last time I asked for food, and I swore as I ran until I ran back into the familiar woods.