"Oh my God, how many bowls are missing?"

Jiang Ying'er's body trembled.

The father heard the sound and left, and lived up to his expectations and found the fragments of the bowl outside.

He pulled Jiang Ying'er's hair in front of the splinter and pushed it hard. Angry: "Say! Did you do it? Eat so much every day and only know how to cause trouble and lose money! ”

"Not me...... Not me...... It's my brother. Her hair was torn in pain, and she knelt on the ground, crying.

"You just think your brother can't express it, so you can slander him casually, right?" When her mother heard her say this, she was a little dissatisfied.

"It's really not ......me," Jiang Ying'er choked up.

It seems difficult for a wealthy family to imagine this kind of family conflict caused by breaking a bowl, but in Jiang Ying'er's family, this situation will always happen.

Poverty brings not only material poverty, but also ideological ignorance.

For example, Jiang Ying'er's parents felt that even if his brother was stupid, even if he couldn't do anything, it was much better than her, a girl who "lost money".

Jiang Ying'er's gaze was calm and close to numbness, as if she didn't want to defend it again.

She wasn't really upset, because she was used to it.

Day after day, forever......

When she was hurt badly, she sometimes thought darkly - if only she were a boy, if only she didn't have a brother, if only there were no such parents, if only her parents weren't there.

Those vicious thoughts were like poisonous mushrooms, popping up in her bloodstained wounds.

But she was just thinking about it.

After her parents vented their anger, Jiang Ying'er returned to her room.

Jiang Ying'er's room was very small, and there was a faint musty smell inside, almost only the next bed. Fortunately, she doesn't have anything of her own, otherwise she would definitely not be able to put it down.

Hungry, she touched it gently.

It's not like this before, it was more serious at that time, and I often couldn't eat, but gradually I got through it.

Later, when he met Qin Zhao, every time he would bring himself something to eat, but he was not used to starving.

As a child, she would wonder why her parents didn't believe her. From childhood to adulthood, they will blame themselves for what their brother has done.

Later, as she grew up, she felt that maybe they also had speculations in their hearts, but people would only choose what they wanted to believe.

Jiang Ying'er pulled up the hem of her trousers and wiped the wound on it with ointment.

This ointment was given to her by Qin Zhao before, and her parents would not leave this kind of thing with her.

In their eyes, he was just a tool to take care of his brother, give her something to eat, treat her like a livestock, and let her do farm work.

She looked at her body.

There are many injuries on the skin that have been caused by beatings, and some of them have healed, leaving shallow marks.

She should be glad that she was born with a good recovery ability, and even if she is seriously injured, it is not easy to leave a scar, otherwise, how ugly it is.

In fact, speaking of which, she is also a girl in her prime, and it is natural to love beauty, but sometimes in order to survive, she forgets these.

Those rouge gouaches and the like, I must not be able to afford them, the only time was given to her by Qin Zhao, and it is said that it is the best shop he chose in the town.

Jiang Ying'er lowered her eyes.

Qin Zhao's overtures she didn't know, but after such a long time, her ability to love someone gradually disappeared.

She felt awkward and inferior, feeling that she didn't deserve anything good.

At this moment, a fluffy grass fell out of the robe.

Jiang Ying'er was slightly stunned, she remembered that this grass was picked up by the stream before.

She gently picked it up, placed it on the front, and stared.

I don't know if the wind blows from time to time, but the grass seems to take her palm around, as if comforting her.

It's like becoming a sperm.

Probably dazzled, Jiang Ying'er pinched the grass and put it into her arms.

She curled up in the little bed and slept quietly.

Late night and daytime, in fact, don't mean much to her.

But because she had to deal with more disgusting things during the day, she preferred to be late at night.

At least you don't have to be scolded, you don't have to be beaten, and you don't have to do those tedious and boring things day after day.

……

Early morning.

Jiang Ying'er opened her eyes.

Actually she had this room cramped and backlit, but for so many years, she had become accustomed to waking up at the same time.

Gotta go make breakfast.

Jiang Ying'er rubbed her somewhat sour arms and legs. Yesterday's wound has healed a lot, it's good.

As soon as I wanted to get up, I suddenly paused.

Next to the shabby pillow, there was a fluffy grass.

Do you remember putting it in your arms yesterday and accidentally putting it next to your pillow after falling asleep?

She didn't think much of it, got dressed, thought about it and turned back when she went out, and carried the grass in her arms.

The sky was not yet bright, and Jiang Ying'er cooked skillfully.

She walked to another door, where a chicken was kept.

This is the last chicken in their family, and the previous ones were sold to cure their brother's illness.

The reason why this one is kept is because it is female and can lay eggs. There is also because, this chicken was born different from others, and there used to be a slightly knowledgeable grandmother in the village, who said that this was a spirit animal.

In the eyes of her parents, the spirit beast is a great thing, so she told Jiang Ying'er to take care of it, and no matter how difficult the family was, she never sold it.

Over the years, I have spent a lot of money for my brother. In fact, Jiang Yinger felt that his brother was born stupid and couldn't be cured, but she didn't dare to say it, and her parents didn't believe it.

According to their meaning, my brother was originally normal, but it was only after she was born that she slowly discovered that something was wrong.

She owes him.

Jiang Ying'er felt that this was ridiculous, her brother was still a baby at that time, how could she see the difference?

The fault is always her, that's what they've always said.

Jiang Ying'er opened the dilapidated door, it was pitch black inside, and she could vaguely smell the fishy smell. There is some thatch piled up around, which is reserved for the "spirit beast chicken" to lay eggs.

Jiang Ying'er skillfully found the egg in the thatched nest, looked around, and her heart suddenly sank.

Where is the shadow of the chicken?

……

"I told you to look at it, what's the matter with you!?"

In a fit of rage, her father slapped her in the face.

"Smack!"

Jiang Ying'er's head twisted to the side, her hair was scattered, and her eyes were faint.

Her skin has always been delicate, and her father often does heavy work, and he has a lot of strength. Under this blow, blood gradually oozed from his face.

In fact, Jiang Ying'er closed the door yesterday, and she watched it before going to bed, and she is still there.

She didn't know what was going on.

But she understands that at this moment, no matter what she explains, it is useless.

The mother sighed on the side, wiped her tears and said, "It's already difficult, and now the spirit beast has been lost, what can I do......?"

There was a mixture of father's scolding and mother's crying.

Jiang Ying'er didn't speak from beginning to end.

It's just that the gaze gradually dimmed.

Poverty leads to ignorance, and people gradually lose hope and breathe.

Her father was about to continue beating her, when suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.