The moonlight shone through the window, and the light of the ground sloping on the dirt ground, this light was like water, but it was more noble than water. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Qiang wrapped her head in a tattered, smelly quilt and kept talking to herself, trying not to listen to the voices coming from the next room.

But she failed.

A coquettish female voice moaned uncontrollably, ignoring the fact that someone was listening next door at this time, this voice was so charming that even a little listening to it could make people think of the amorous eyes of the owner of the voice, the smile that could make the Buddha move, and the beautiful figure of the delicate and slender figure. It is clear that the voice belongs to a beautiful woman, and she is enjoying the bliss of life at the moment.

There was also a thick and majestic male voice, he was panting and moving hard, his strength was so great, even if Wang Qiang was lying on the bed at the moment, he could still feel the shaking of the whole house.

A man and a woman are having sex.

The woman was her mother, but the man was not her father.

In fact, Wang Qiang was sure that the woman was her mother, but she didn't know who her father was, but the man was certainly not, because her mother had known the man for only three days.

The voices of the two grew louder and the movements became more and more intense, and it was clear that they had reached the most important and happy part. Wang Qiang felt it silently, this time the vibration was strong and regular, and her mother's voice was high-pitched and loud, obviously this man's kung fu was stronger than those people a few days ago.

Yes, her mother was a ". son", and she is ". Raised by the son", since the mother is a. Son, she doesn't have a father, and she will probably be a "little" in the future. sub".

She sometimes really hated her mother, hated why she was so. Dang, so shameless, hates her for refusing to set a good example for herself, hates her for letting herself suffer so much white eyes and contempt.

Every time she walked through the village, she felt like she had been judged, and although the villagers would not say anything about her on the surface, because she was still too young, she could feel that the indifference in their eyes would turn to contempt and hatred with a hint of eroticism the moment she turned around.

They whisper, they talk to each other, they point fingers.

And the little ones don't have any moral scruples, they sometimes gather together, stop her, and shout: "Your mother is a bitch. Son, you're a too. Child! ”

"Your mother is a bitch. Son, you're a too. Child! ”

"Your mother is a bitch. Son, you're a too. Child! ”

". Child! Prostitute. Child! ”

This voice was her nightmare, she had fallen into sweet sleep countless times, only to wake up countless times because of this sound. They are like maggots on tarsal bones, forever haunting her, never letting her go, leaving her forever miserable and forever helpless.

Wang Qiang hated her mother.

But she couldn't hate her mother.

It was this "shameless" woman who gave birth to her, and it was this "lewd. The "nasty" woman fed her with milk, and it was this "wind. Disturb. Wave. "Raised her with her not strong arms.

This kind of kindness Wang Qiang can't be repaid, how can she hate her mother?

But she was still resentful, resentful of her own background, resentful of her circumstances. She has met young ladies from big families in the village, who eat rice and pork, wear colorful cotton clothes, can afford to use fat powder and gouache, and can also get New Year's money during the New Year.

And she had nothing, only leftovers and shabby gray clothes.

And all this is because of her life experience, because of this life experience, she can't eat enough and don't have enough clothes, because of this life experience, she has a ". Son Mother", and therefore "will be a. sub".

He said this to an old uncle, who was known for his kindness, and when he said this, his expression was resentful, and his voice was fierce, as if he were guarding something sacred and inviolable.

And Wang Qiang never offended him.

All this, all this, is because her mother is a. Child!

It's not fair, it's not fair!

Can people be defined by their own origin?

It's not fair at all!

"No, no, she's not a. Son, I'm not a either. Child! Wang Qiang suddenly screamed, lifted the quilt, and rushed out of the house barefoot, this timing was well grasped, because the sound coincided with the explosion of the men and women in the next house reaching its peak, so no one heard her shout.

The moonlight shone on her face, allowing the world to see her face clearly.

She is fourteen years old, not yet an adult woman. Wang Qiang is not a beautiful woman either, she doesn't even have the potential to grow into a beautiful woman: her face is thin and small, and a little dark, which obviously does not attract people, and her eyes are small, her nose is shriveled, and her mouth is big, which makes people lose their appetite at first sight. The most terrible thing is that her lower teeth are protruding, that is, she is a bucktooth!

A girl with buckteeth and a. Son Mother!

What a tragedy of fate!

Wang Qiang ran out of the house as fast as she could, as fast as a gust of wind, and as fast as a beam of lightning. If there's anything else she has in good spirits, it's that her long legs are running fast.

The wind was fast in his ears, and Wang Qiang deftly crossed one obstacle after another, and ran all the way into the forest not far from the village.

The forest at night is terrifying, with all kinds of ferocious predators, such as wolves, wild dogs, wild boars and tigers that appear from time to time.

But Wang Qiang is not afraid—if you live in a situation where everyone sees you as a. In the environment of the sub-reserves, you will find that the night forest may kill you, but it will not take away your dignity. Here, all life is equal, no one is more noble than the other, every person, every animal has only one life, and only one chance to die, there is no discussion of morality, no discussion of private life, there is only life and death.

Wang Qiang likes this kind of environment.

Wang Qiang slowly stopped and gently adjusted her breathing, in the forest, hunters are also prey, and every life is hunted by others while hunting others, so caution is the first priority of survival. Although Wang Qiang didn't understand what people lived for, she didn't plan to die in a daze before she figured it out.

And deep down in her psyche, there seems to be a hidden power that makes her believe that she will one day prove that she is not a. Child.

"Yes, I'm not a. Child! After a pause, she whispered again: "Mother, mother is not a. Child! ”

She flickered through the forest like a ghost, she was thin and lightweight, so she didn't make much noise even when she stepped on dead branches, loose stones, and damp mossy roots, which helped her hide herself.

A "crackle" sound, Wang Qiang's cold hair stood upright, and she immediately cheered up. It was an unusual noise, the crunch of a dry branch breaking, indicating that some animal was approaching. She slowly pulled out the dagger that was tied to her waist with strips of cloth.

It was her dagger, a real killing tool, her only possession.

The handle of the dagger was long, about the length of her palm, and the blade was about half a foot long, with a long blood groove on one side. The moonlight was bright tonight, and the blades shimmered in the moonlight, a sign of danger to people, but the animals would not understand, and there was standing water in the forest, which would also reflect the moonlight.

Wang Qiang gripped the handle with her hand, but it was not too tight, and the strength was subject to the appropriate force, she used her sensitive sense of touch to feel the rough touch of the cloth strip on the handle, and also judged the speed of her movement from the obstruction of the blade cutting through the air.

For daggers, for stealth, for assassination, she has a natural instinct and inspiration.

It was as if she had been born for assassination, darkness in her blood and moonlight in her eyes.

Closer, closer, the unknown animal, slowly walked in, it was not aware of the danger, it still walked slowly, and along the way trampled on many dead branches of the autumn trees. There were still some crickets chirping in the woods on both sides, as if they felt the colder air, and they used their last lives to make annoying sounds, but this just provided the best cover for Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang licked her lips lightly, she felt a hunger and thirst, this hunger and thirst was different from the kind of hunger that came from her lower body, this hunger came from the crazy rushing blood in her body, and hit her brain again and again.

"Kill, kill him, whatever he is, kill him!" The voice seduced her, bewitched her, and told her to kill.

"Of course, of course I'll kill him - whatever he is, he won't be able to stop my dagger!"

In the dark night, under the moonlight, the blade shimmered with a dazzling light, as if telling a legend.

Closer, closer, the creature had come close to her. Wang Qiang closed her eyes and felt the flow of air with her heart, in this forest, her eyes and ears were everywhere, her helpers were everywhere, even the air that seemed ordinary to others could tell her opponent's message.

She felt like the queen of the forest.

It was an old wolf, with gray fur, medium build, rough fur, which could not be sold for a few bucks, pointed ears, erect, it did not walk quickly, it seemed to be injured. Yes, it was injured, and its right hind leg was very badly injured, which had affected its movements. Its wounds were still dripping blood, one drop, two drops, attracting some mosquitoes, but the wolf had no way to disperse them, so he had to let these pesky insects follow him.

It staggered, stumbled, and apparently was dying.

But the more this wounded wolf, the more ferocious and difficult it is to deal with.

But Wang Qiang doesn't care, no matter how powerful an animal is, she will definitely not be her opponent, she has the wisdom of people, the speed of the wind, and a dagger that is often polished.

A dagger, a dagger to kill wolves, a dagger that can also be used to kill.

She felt the presence of the handle hard, confirming her ability to survive, and her slightly protruding lower teeth gently rubbed against her upper lip, giving her a strange pleasure, which was also a sign that she was ready to kill.