In the middle of the night, a piercing pain in the soles of my feet woke me up from my dream. I got up and picked up my swollen feet, which were swollen like buns, and tears fell from my eyes. I didn't dare to cry out loud, I was afraid of my sister, I was afraid that my mother would scold me. Although I endured it, I still cried.

Looking at his swollen feet, the fear of whether he would die suddenly flashed in his heart. But my grandmother has gone back to the countryside these days.

In the past six months, my mother has nominally taught me the rules, and secretly often instigated my sister to beat me, and the slightest bit of it was a violent beating, and my heart had already been ravaged and bullied into pieces by them. If it weren't for my grandmother's constant sewing of comfort, I don't know if I would still be alive in the world.

The wild, happy character has also become timid, lewd, trembling and frightened, ready to be beaten at any time. You can only return to normal when you are with your grandmother. My grandmother told me to be strong at all times, and as long as I live, I will be blessed when I grow up.

My feet hurt so much that I cried louder and louder, and then I forgot that I was afraid to cry out loud.

"You're howling." Mom rushed in and slapped me. Dad then came and asked unhappily, "What are you crying about?" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw my swollen feet, looked closer, and said, "She's infected." He stretched out his right hand and touched my forehead, trembling and saying it was so hot. Go get the thermometer. "Dad ordered Mom.

"38 degrees, not too high." Dad turned around and took the medicine bag, kneaded seven or eight pills and put them in a spoon for me to take, thought about it, and then gave me another painkiller and said, "After taking the medicine, it shouldn't hurt anymore." If you make any more trouble, I'll send you back to your grandmother's house. "Before leaving, my father warned me.

Soon after taking the medicine, my feet stopped hurting. I fell asleep in a daze.

In a daze, my grandmother was wearing a long white dress with her hair scattered, waving to me in the sky, and I excitedly shouted, 'Grandma, you will fly.' I jumped up as hard as I could, and finally took my grandmother's hand, and she smiled and said, "I'll take you to see the fairy." After a while, a fairy in a long blue dress floated up to us, and she put her arms around me with a smile and said, "What a beautiful little girl." Do you want to be a fairy? I was about to reply, but I was dragged to the ground by something, "Ouch." "There was a heart-wrenching pain in the soles of my feet.

When I opened my eyes, the room was full of sunlight, and it was already morning. My sister stood at the end of my bed, pricked me hard at the sole of my foot with a sewing needle in her hand, and said, "Look at you occupying my room." I screamed in pain. She flashed and ran out.

The gauze on my feet had turned a sauce color, and I covered my feet, and the pain made me involuntarily cry again.

"What's it called, what's it, isn't it painful if you call it?" Mom walked in from the hall and yelled.

"I'll see." Dad removed the gauze for me and said, "Oops, it's still pus." He sighed, crumpled the removed gauze into a ball, and did not throw it away, staring at his feet.

"Do you see it?" Mom snorted coldly on the side.

"Teacher Qian, Teacher Qian." Pei Yu's mother's voice sounded outside.

Mom answered and walked out. Seeing that it was Pei Yu's mother, she asked lukewarmly on her face. "Is there something wrong? Pei Yu's mother. ”

"I heard Peiyu say that Yiyi's feet were pierced by rusty nails, and the autumn eggplant soaked in kimchi and rue is the most effective, I ......" "Come in, come in." Before she could finish speaking, Dad shouted inside.

"Teacher Yi, I'll give it to her. I heard Peiyu say that she almost died yesterday. Pei Yu's mother nagged as she put the soaked eggplant on my feet.

Dad nodded perfunctorily.

"Okay, promise you'll be fine tomorrow." Pei Yu's mother looked at her masterpiece and said.

"Really?" Dad asked, a little incredulous.

Really, as soon as she put it on, my feet were very cool and comfortable.

In fact, the teachers in the courtyard inside have always looked down on the teachers in the courtyard outside, thinking that they are uneducated. So even though they live in a courtyard, they never say hello.

The next day, the foot was completely swollen, and the injured area was reduced to a small dot. It's still a little painful, but it's time to get off the ground.

In the afternoon, I limped to the hall, where there was a purple ceramic jar on the table, and my sister was drawing with a pencil. I sat across from her and was amazed at the jar she had drawn as if it had grown another one on paper.

"Sister, you paint so well!" As soon as my sister looked up and saw me, she frowned and said, "Hillbilly, what do you know, go aside." ”

"Sister, I can also draw, in the countryside, my grandmother taught me. I really can draw flowers and I can also draw trees. I ignored her disgust and said to her excitedly.

"Hmph, you can't get out." My sister put down her pen, walked around to me and gave me a slap in the face.

"What are you doing? I didn't mess with you? Why are you beating people! I cried out with my face covered.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! Mom and Dad rushed out of their bedroom together.

"She influenced me to draw." My sister pointed at me angrily.

Before I could speak, my mother told me to go back to my house and not to come out and be an eyesore. Dad sighed and whispered, "Go back to the house." "I touched my cheeks and tried to argue, but they had already gone back to their bedrooms. My sister waved her fist in front of me and said, "Next time you dare, it's a punch." I put away my tears, glared at her fiercely, and told myself in my heart that I would grow up. Grow up.

Less than ten minutes after returning to the bedroom where my sister and I were staying, I heard a loud bang in my mother's bedroom. I limped out again.

"Wow...... "Whoa," the younger brother cried. My sister rushed in a few steps, and before I could get closer, I heard my sister's scream of "Ouch, ouch......". She ran so fast that she threw herself to the ground, her face covered in blood from the shards of glass on the ground.

My mother rushed over like crazy, picked up my sister, and said viciously, "If she breaks her appearance, I will definitely call 'her' dead without a place to bury." Dad went over with a frosty face, picked up my sister sideways, and rushed out of the house.

I stood by the door, dumbfounded. Mom hugged my younger brother and stared at me with blood-red eyes, and scolded me viciously before chasing me to the hospital.

I was the only one left in the room, and there were silver-white bottle crumbs on the floor, large and small, some pointed upwards and some pointed downwards. When I was cleaning, I tried to put my hand on the broken glass, and when I accidentally got a small shallow cut, of course, I would cut my cheek if I threw myself down. What kind of scene would it be like to add a few bloody cuts to my sister's beautiful face? Subconsciously, I felt a sense of schadenfreude excitement.

After I finished sweeping the floor, I sat down where my sister was sitting just now and thought, what does my sister have to do with me if she breaks the phase? Why do I have no place to die? Looking at the picture book that my sister put on the table, I touched it with my hand, it looked like a bulging jar, but it was flat and had not been drummed. I think it's amazing.

They didn't come back for a long time, and the more I looked at my sister's paintings, the more I wanted to paint, and although I was afraid of my sister, I thought that they were not there, so I had the courage to paint, and I forgot the time while painting.

"My book, Mom......" My sister exclaimed as soon as they got home. I looked up in fright and threw away my pencil and rolled off my stool to the floor.

My sister picked up her notebook and kicked me in the hip with just one glance. Where my mother stood, she said, "Keep a long memory, and you can't move other people's things." Dad walked in from outside the door with his brother in his arms, and Mom pulled my sister away. I got up from the ground. I didn't know that I was kicked a lot by my sister, and one of them was kicked in the waist, which was particularly painful. I didn't want them to see me cry. So I didn't cry, and my father asked me, "What are you doing lying on the ground?"

"Let's be cheap!" Mom glared at me and said.

"Daddy, look, what did she mess up my sketchbook?" My sister took the picture book to her father and cried.

"Yiyi, you can't move your own things in the future, okay? You see, this is an assignment that my sister drew with great difficulty, and you ruined the integrity of the assignment by drawing a piece of grass on the side.

If you want to draw, take your own notebook and strokes. ”

"I don't have a notebook or a pen." I pouted and whispered.

"You'll have a notebook and a pen when you arrive." With that, Dad was going into their bedroom.

"Where's my sketchbook? Dad, you're going to pay me a copy. My sister stood up and said.

"Okay, compensate you, give the old one to my sister." Dad replied.

"Give." My sister slammed it on my head. I flashed my head, and the sketchbook flew past my ear and smashed into my brother's shoulder, who was playing on the ground. The younger brother burst into tears.

Dad ran to pick up his brother and see where it had hit. A piece of skin was wiped off his shoulder, and the pain made him cry incessantly. Dad glared at his sister and stopped. Picked up my brother and went out.

Mom yelled at me, woe to me, don't pick up your notebook and go back to the house. I picked up my notebook and gently went back to the house, where my sister was already waiting for me.

"You're a scourge, you shouldn't have been born...... You deserve to die, you're so bad that Hades doesn't dare to accept you, you're a monster! Monster! My sister's voice became sharper and sharper, and my head tingled for a while, and I took the picture book in my hand and hit her in the face. It hit her injured face so hard that she jumped up, covered the sore spot, and cried. Mom rushed in front of me and kicked me a few times, scolding, "What a wrongdoer...... Fairy ......", my sister twisted my hair behind me and shook it again, and shook it, and pulled my hair hard, and my mother grabbed my collar and opened a bow left and right to slap me in the face, I was dizzy and dizzy, and my eyes were full of stars.

"Enough, are you going to beat her to death?" Dad stood at the door of our bedroom with Yijun in his arms and yelled. I sat down on the ground, tears streaming down my face, my face swollen and painful, and my feet, which had not healed, began to hurt again. Mom stopped and sat on the bench in the living room gasping for air. When my sister saw me sitting on the ground, she rushed up and punched and kicked again, and I felt myself float up like a feather flying in the air. Looking at the little figure in the room who was tired of cowering on the ground, it was a little sad. Her sister Yilan was next to her, pointing to her head and saying something. Dad went over and picked her up on the bed I used to sleep on, and suddenly the pain pulled me out of the air. I woke up. Dad poured me a glass of boiled water and shook my shoulder. "Ouch." I groaned. I opened my eyes with only one slit left, looked at my dad and said, "I have so much pain in my body." ”

"Drink a glass of sugar boiled water, and it won't hurt for a while." He lifted me up from the bed and handed me the cup, and my hand holding the cup trembled and was unsteady. Dad had to spoon me to feed me.

That night, as I lay down in the bed where I slept with my grandmother, I called out to my grandmother, grandmother, come back quickly! Grandmother......

That night I dreamed that many monsters were biting my skin with their teeth and claws, pulling at my scalp, and my body ached, and I woke up in pain, and my clothes were soaked, and my skin was all black and blue, and in some places it was purple, and it hurt when I touched it.

The moonlight shone in through the window, just shining on the bed of her sister Yilan on the other side of the bed. She slept very sweetly, and even though a piece of white gauze was attached to her cheekbones, it could not hide her beauty. Looking at her, I wondered why she was so ruthless? Are you hurt, do you blame me? I didn't drop the bottle!

I got up and walked over to her bed. Looking at her, I thought, why do my parents love her so much, but what about me? I let out a long sigh.

"Ah, Mom!" My sister suddenly opened her eyes and screamed. I was so scared that I hurried back to my bed.

Dad and Mom soon ran to our bedroom. "Lan, what's wrong?" Mom hugged her sister and asked softly. I didn't dare to speak, and I closed my eyes tightly for fear of being beaten again.

"She, she, she......" my sister stammered a few times and pointed at me. Dad came close to me, and I was trembling and didn't dare to open my eyes.