"Mother, we're here!"

An Xi jumped out of the car first, then hugged Xiao An Jiao down, and then helped Mo to get out of the car.

"Thank you, uncle."

An Xi smiled brightly at the uncle who set up the ox cart, and gave him an extra piece of broken silver before taking the luggage off the cart.

"Girl, you gave too much money."

The uncle took the silver and said with a hesitant look in his eyes.

"It's not much, you can just take it."

"In that case, then I'll take it."

The uncle handed An Xi a grateful smile, and slowly left with the ox cart.

Mohs looked around the surroundings and felt that this small street was very quiet, and occasionally a few children were laughing, adding some liveliness to this quiet small street.

"Mother, do you like it here? It took me a long time to find this place, and to be honest, I love it. ”

Mohs nodded and said with a smile.

"It's good, my mother likes it too."

Pushing open the gate of the courtyard, Mo Shi looked at the layout inside, and couldn't believe his eyes.

But she knew it was all true.

An Xi smiled and led Mo Shi and An Jiao, patrolling their yards, while carefully introducing them.

Xiao Anjiao didn't pay attention, and the two little rabbits jumped down and spread their legs and ran, as if they were also excited about the new environment.

……

In the dead of night, the moon shadows are heavy, the clouds are stacked, and suddenly there is a nightingale singing.

Tonight is one of the very few nights that Er Ya can sleep peacefully.

Because the old man didn't come back.

She couldn't help but retch at the thought of his ugly face straddled her doing indescribably disgusting things.

She had thought many times that it would be better for him to die outside, if only the river could swallow him up while he fished.

Sleepless all night, she fell asleep and cursed him to die quickly, so that she could regain her freedom, if she was free, she would be killed and never return to Anjia Village!

Shortly after she fell asleep, a loud noise woke her up.

Er Ya hurriedly sat up straight, her eyes looking straight at the door.

He kicked open the door with a heavy drunkenness, and walked staggeringly, all the way towards her.

"Stinky, why don't you go and pour me a glass of water?"

He waved his hand to push the second girl on the bed down, and instead reclined down absentmindedly, smacking his tongue and muttering.

Er Ya got up with some atmosphere and glanced at him, the disgust in his eyes was unscrupulous.

He poured a glass of cold water and poured it into his mouth, regardless of whether he would choke or not.

The man was choked and woke up from his drunken state, he swept away the second girl angrily, and quickly coughed.

The cold water in the bowl was also sprinkled on his chest, and the whole person was a little embarrassed.

"Are you dead? Can you even feed water like this? It's been a long time since I've hit you, and my skin is itchy? ”

The man had already woken up by this time, and his eyes were clenched tightly like poisonous snakes.

Erya's face turned pale, her heart trembled with fear, and she regretted her impulsive act just now.

She slowly stepped back, putting some distance from him.

The man laughed angrily, although he was already in the age of sixtieth, but because of the perennial fishing, his strength was not small.

He stood up, grabbed Erya, grabbed her hair with his hand, and then grabbed her head and hit the wall.

"Stinky bitch, I didn't buy you just to make you look at me."

"If you want to complain, you will blame your mother, Lao Tzu asked himself if he was sorry for you, for you to eat and wear, buy you back, have you ever eaten fish?"

Erya's forehead was red and bleeding, but the old man was still not satisfied, so he grabbed the whip and beat Erya.

The happier he was when he listened to her cries of pain.

"You put on a stinky face for me? It's tired and crooked, if you weren't young and forbidden, I would have sold you to the land of fireworks a long time ago. ”

Erya was beaten by him, and begged bitterly, this hellish torture made her want to die headlong.

The man smiled, brought his mouth closer to Erya, and sneered.

"Look, you're good, you just have to be beaten hard by me to be good, the more I talk about Lao Tzu, the more angry I become, buy you back for so long, chickens will lay eggs, and you, even chickens are not as good!"

The old man turned red, threw away the whip, tore Erya's clothes, and carried out inhumane ravage.

"It hurts, it hurts,"

The second girl moaned in pain, and the older the old man's sexuality// interest became, the higher he could torture her to death, so he tortured her to death.

Erya fainted, woke up again, and saw her body covered in bruises, red, bruised, purple, and the pain of being torn open under her body, making it difficult for her to move half a minute.

The old man had already left, and there was a raw fish waiting to be slaughtered on the table.

Erya hugged her body tightly and buried her head in silent tears, hot tears dripped on the wound, and her brows were tightly knit in pain.

She moved her body slowly, the garment had been torn to the ground last night, and she found a good coarse cloth to put on.

dragging his tired legs, every step he takes, seems to be in pain.

She gritted her teeth and endured, boiled herself a large bucket of hot water, and soaked herself in it.

The hot water soaked the wounded skin, and the piercing pain penetrated again, and the transparent warm water slowly floated on a thin layer of red.

She fell asleep in pain, the warm current of hot water washing her body, but not her soul.

The warm current hugged her, and the second girl slowly fell asleep, and there was her in her sleep, and she was the only one.

The claws of the abyss grabbed her feet and dragged her into the abyss.

I don't know how long I soaked, Erya was woken up by the cold, the hot water in the bucket was cold, she propped up the edge of the barrel and changed into the clothes she had just dressed.

The bruise on the forehead was painful, and there was even some dizziness.

But the scream of the hungry worm in her stomach was even louder, and she looked at the fish and carried it to the cutting board.

I was holding a knife to disembowel it, and suddenly I thought, what is the difference between my fate and the fish on the chopping board?

Man is a knife, I am a fish, I am a fish, I am a fish, she thought silently in her heart, and then swung a knife into the fish.

…………………… (I don't know if it will be 404emmmmm)