Murong Zhiqiu was born in autumn.

Called Zhiqiu, it was her father who died in the autumn and was beaten to death for stealing two taels of liquor in Wenzhou City.

Sluts.

The word simple is what people call her mother. The mother learned the father's virtues, which is not a great evil, but it is also like a wolf and a fox who likes to keep his own children. hooked up with the croppers, and couldn't tell who he had a leg with. Every time I had a full meal with them, I forgot that there was a thin daughter at home, and the stove in the house had not lit a fire for an unknown amount of time.

Murong Zhiqiu is not stupid, she knows that the old lady can't support herself, and since she was thirteen years old, she has often gone out to find work. Fortunately, in the reform and opening up, there are also several factories in Wenzhou. During the summer and winter vacations, she and her cousin worked in the city. The rest of the people worked for ten hours, but Murong Zhiqiu refused, so he begged the proprietress and allowed her to work overtime in the factory at night. Except for eating and sleeping, she had to work sixteen hours a day.

This also made the old worker get seven hundred a month, and Murong Zhiqiu had one thousand and two. I have been doing it for five years, and I am also an old worker, working fast, and I also play well with the punch. When he went to school, Murong Zhiqiu came over every day after school, and slept in the factory at night, smelling of steel wire mixed with oil.

The proprietress likes Murong Zhiqiu, and often says in front of Murong Zhiqiu, saying that it is good to use her as a daughter, but unfortunately the mother at home is a slut.

Hearing others call his mother like this, Murong Zhiqiu was neither annoyed nor angry, neither happy nor sad. Like a bowl of sugar water that has been frozen into ice in winter, it is as calm as a mirror, but there are some sugar grains in it.

She felt that her mother was indeed a slut.

gave birth to her but did not raise her, the clothes on her body were bought by herself, the tuition fees were paid by herself, and the food for 365 days a year was also cut out by her own part-time job.

Every night, my cousin would come to accompany Murong Zhiqiu. She is two months younger than Murong Zhiqiu, and she is not usually down-to-earth in reading, and she loves to mingle with the ruffians nearby. Murong Zhiqiu was afraid of the night, so she came to accompany Murong Zhiqiu every day.

The two are cousins and brothers, and they have a very close relationship. When my cousin entered the factory, she liked to close the door, and sat on the bench behind Murong Zhiqiu to help her press her shoulders or rub her waist. When he was tired, Murong Zhiqiu leaned back, just in time for his cousin to follow.

Every now and then, she likes to start from her waist, slowly rub the tip of her nose against Murong Zhiqiu, and when she smells it all the way, she comments with a smile: "Fragrant." ”

"It's not good, where is the fragrance" Murong Zhiqiu took off his gloves and wanted to pinch his cousin's face, but he felt that there was oil on his hands.

Her face was clean, and Murong Zhiqiu was reluctant to get dirty.

The cousin put her face on Murong Zhiqiu's chest, as if she was enjoying the hug, and as if listening to Murong Zhiqiu's heartbeat: "It's been two days since school started, and the teacher wants you to pay the tuition, hurry up and study." ”

"The borrowing fee is too high, and I can't afford to pay it," Murong Zhiqiu said softly, "but there are some miscellaneous fees, and I don't know why I have to pay so much." ”

The cousin rubbed Murong Zhiqiu gently, and there was a trace of sadness in her words: "I'll tell my dad about it." ”

"Don't, your dad doesn't want you to have too much to do with me."

"If my sister really can't do it, go sell it"

Her cousin's words made Murong Zhiqiu stunned, she looked at Murong Zhiqiu, her eyes were a little red, but she couldn't hold back her tears: "There is a classmate named Xiao Wu, her sister sells it outside, she has a lot of money every month, and she is still supported to study." She didn't know it, but we knew it. It's the last year, my sister is admitted to a good university, and when she is a college student, she doesn't have to worry about it in the future. ”

"What's the difference with her?"

Murong Zhiqiu's words were a little cold, and my cousin also knew which "she" Murong Zhiqiu was talking about.

After all, she borrowed money, not with relatives and friends, but with profits. If you work harder, you can pay it off within the deadline.

That day, she wanted to go home first and sleep in the factory with the money in her hand, but she didn't feel at ease no matter how she thought about it.

Pushing open the house, what they saw was a dry ass ball, a farmer lying on the slut and being presumptuous, and the two saw that Murong Zhiqiu was back, but they didn't say a word, and they were having fun by themselves.

She walked briskly into the back room and vomited so hard that she seemed to vomit out even bitter gall.

Maybe she was tired from crying too much, she lay on her bed and slept soundly, until she woke up and found that the tuition was no longer hidden in her small vest.

The farmer touched her body and took away her hopes.

She did not cry or get angry, but calmly put on her little vest. When I walked out of the back room, I saw a woman in disheveled clothes sleeping on the table, snoring like an old cow.

Murong Zhiqiu felt that she was filial, because she cut off her mother's head while she was sleeping soundly. Crisp and neat, without a trace of pain for her.

She entered the farmer's house with a smile, and the old man took her in his arms, and was about to reach out to touch the softness that she had touched yesterday, but found that her neck was cold. Then came a tingling pain, and he felt his vision go dark, and his throat ached excruciatingly.

It's like a drowning man trying to grasp the straw, but he can only fall helplessly.

Murong Zhiqiu sat next to him and smirked, didn't arrange his clothes, and admired the artwork that spurted countless blood.

Until the peasant woman of the farmer came home and yelled, kicked her to the ground in a frenzy, and fed her to drink the bitter Liuliuliu, she also smiled.

She won.

The cold and darkness had struck her, and she should have slept there.

But she didn't.

When she opened her eyes again, she felt that her body was fluttering, and an ordinary-looking woman stretched out her hand to her with a smile: "You are very interesting, do you want to release the resentment in your heart?" ”

She is Murong Zhiqiu.

From that day on, she wanted to destroy a qiē. I1161