My grandmother tortured my mother for five days, and every day she was tormented in a different way.

Five days, five whole days. Even with my eyes closed, I could hear them torturing my mother.

The mother couldn't make a sound at this time, because her tongue was gone. Not only her tongue, but her face was ruined beyond recognition.

After each torture, my grandmother would ask her to see her mother's injuries and prevent her from dying.

Five days, like hell.

For the first day or two, I was hoping that my father would come to our rescue. However, he did not come.

Later, I began to look forward to the day when my mother would die or whether I would die one day. Only death can free you from this nightmare.

Later, my grandmother brought my father over. When I first saw my father, my heart burst with infinite hope and expectation.

But then it turned out to be disappointment and despair, because I saw that my father was paralyzed. That is, he has no power to save us.

Grandmother held a torture knife in front of our grandfather and slowly slashed it on my mother's body. As she paddled along, she explained her own reasons for treating us the way she did.

The originally smelly space suddenly filled the room with a strong smell of blood.

I no longer looked at my father's expression or my mother's painful look, but looked at the murderer who killed my mother and torn our family apart.

After that, my grandmother took my father out. Then I don't know what I had in mind to untie the rope from my body.

Before leaving, she glanced at me meaningfully, and then left a sentence: "Your mother, I guess it is painful to live like this." ”

We were the only ones left in the room, and I reflected on what my grandmother had said. His eyes unconsciously drifted to a long, pointy torture instrument placed aside.

Then, I glanced at my mother, who nodded to me in despair.

I slowly picked up the unknown torture instrument, and slowly walked towards my mother. Moved over the chair and stood on it.

One last look at her, and then the torture instrument in my hand sank into her chest. I frantically stabbed my mother with the torture instrument, like a walking corpse mechanically.

Goodbye, my mother. Goodbye, my happiness. Goodbye, my... Family.

I finally collapsed from my chair and fell to the floor, and then I was out of sight in the dark.

When I woke up again, the first thing I saw was Daddy.

I still remember what happened before, and my mind is no longer a five-year-old. However, I pretended to be stupid.

A year later, my father became the emperor. Then he killed his grandmother with a cup of poisoned wine.

I didn't have the joy of revenge, but a twisted feeling that my grandmother didn't deserve enough retribution.

Later, Daddy designed to make the little uncle disabled. I really don't understand, obviously all this has nothing to do with the little uncle, why would he hurt the little uncle. What is the difference between his approach and his grandmother's?

After that, the distance between me and my little uncle began to get farther and farther away. I distinctly felt that my little uncle had become silent. Sometimes the eyes start to change too, like two people. Hehe, I guess I'm thinking too much.

Daddy was very nice to me. Still, I hate him. Because if he hadn't brought us back, my mother wouldn't have died. It's all because of him.