Chapter Twenty-Three: If the Bad Guy Is a Good Retribution
She thought she met you, you were her light. will take her out little by little.
I remember when I was still not in school, when I was more than 6 years old, I had a nightmare that I will never forget in my life.
At that time, my hometown was very poor, people planted rice and guarded the water in the field, and they could only eat white rice, and the fruit was only available during the New Year.
The neighbor has a son who is a disabled person, according to the older generation: it is because of the sickness that the spinal cord is smoked, the whole face is a tragic scar, and the right leg is disabled and missing, perhaps because we have been accustomed to seeing him since childhood, so we children are not afraid of him, but afraid of the mentally ill who yells "sister" under the persimmon tree all day long.
I remember that it was a morning, there was no one at home, and the disabled person called me and my brother next door to go to his place to eat fried potatoes, and my brother next door went back to get tools and ingredients for a while, and it was this gap that gave me a lifetime of pain.
The disabled person coaxed me and said, "Do you want to eat canned food?" ”
"Yes, brother"
"Then you take your pants off, okay? My brother will give you all this can when he touches it."
I did so when I was 6 years old, and I remember you touching me again and again, and sniffing at the tip of your nose.
But I didn't understand it at the time, and I was still eating canned food while you touched me.
Later, I chose to forget about it, until one time, your cousin told me about you she met, and I remembered it all.
I don't know which little girls you've harmed in that village, but you're a demon. It's not a pity to die in the lower eighteen layers of hell.
Do you know how many nightmares you have brought to people, and do you know how many people have wanted to kill themselves? Do you know how many people have been ruined because of you?
It wasn't until later that I realized that the psychopath who yelled "sister" was just chasing us and wouldn't do us any real harm.
And you are much more terrible than him, you have ruined us, you have made us unrecoverable, you have made us lose the right and ability to love others.
I heard that the disabled are doing very well now, and they deceived a mentally ill person into giving birth to a son, and sent them back during the confinement period, and gave tens of thousands of yuan to them. Now I am married to a divorced normal person, and I am still working in a certain unit.
I just want to laugh at myself.
In this society, why do people who should be cut by a thousand cuts live happily? Why did the person who should have been referred to become someone else's child?
More than ten years have passed, and yes, I have no proof.
But everything is carved into my own blood.
Midnight dreamed back, tears streaming down my face.