"Slow down and let me tell you my story. ”

Shuhuan lifted his head from his arms, took him by the hand, and led him to a shack not far away. Jun Quan stumbled a little, she slowed down and accompanied him step by step.

With a "squeak", the wooden door opened, and the shack was very dilapidated, but still sheltered from the rain. In one corner of the shack, there was an old wooden bed, dirty and dusty. Shuhuan didn't care, and sat down. Jun Quan Mudi also sat beside her.

"I used to live here on and off for a year. At that time, I was probably five or six years old. ”

She leaned back, her hands propped up on the wooden bed, her head tilted, looking at the rickety roof, and reminiscing calmly.

The chill in Jun Quan's heart receded a little, and he listened to her quietly.

"I didn't tell you before, in fact, I am a member of the Yu family. ”

She turned her head, looked at him and smiled, and said as if jokingly:

"I'm also a lowly person. ”

He was slightly stunned in his heart, and suddenly there was a clear clarity in his mind, and many pictures were connected together, becoming a complete cause and effect. He turned sideways and looked earnestly at the side of her face.

There was no sadness, no remorse, only a faint smile.

"Do you know where the name Bookring came from?"

"The women of the Yu family often wear jade rings, some of which have been worn around their necks since childhood, just like the woman Lu Nan saw. The indentations on her face were made when she was forced to wear a jade ring when she was a child. ”

"The child's skull is softer and easier to wear. ”

He was breathless.

"My mother is better, she had her earlobe cut, and after wearing a jade ring, she sewed the skin and flesh on, and this is the first jade ring. ”

"It's like this. She pointed to the scar on her earlobe.

"When she presented the book to my father, she wore such a jade ring on her earlobes, lips, and nose. My father saw that she looked beautiful in a jade ring, so he asked for her. Soon, there was me. ”

"So he named me Shuhuan. ”

She took a deep breath, still unable to understand why she had changed her surname, but she had never changed her branded name as well.

"My father was good and bad to my mother, and when he was in a bad mood, he whipped her with a soft whip and beat her all over her body. But after venting his anger, he would cook for her himself, cook her a favorite meal, and make amends softly to make her happy. ”

"Compared to those who are used as a catharsis tool, my mother is actually doing well. She felt that she and my father were in love, but my father had a bad temper and needed her tolerance and understanding. ”

"But I don't think so, when I became sensible, every time my mother was beaten and wept silently in front of me, I would run away and run here, stay here for days, drink some rain when I was thirsty, and go back when I was so hungry that I couldn't stand it. ”

She caressed the wooden bed under her with her fingertips, feeling the rough, thorny touch, and her eyes were full of nostalgia and remembrance.

"At first, I didn't understand why most of the daughters of the Yu family were miserable, beating and scolding, whipping, cutting off their ears, and nailing rings at every turn, but no one thought about escaping. Obviously, the courtyard wall of Yu's house is so low, and no one will stop it, right?"

"Obviously, most of the women outside Yu's house live with dignity and dignity, why don't they run away?"

Her tone trembled slightly, restrained, not letting her tone get out of hand. But those eyes full of despair betrayed her.

She paused, as if to rethink the question, and her body was imperceptibly relieved, as if she were sighing.

"But listening to my mother's cry and watching the suffering of those around me, I gradually understood. ”

Her hands pressed hard against the wooden bed, her knuckles white.

"They don't know how to face their own imprints and scars after they go out. How to explain, how to be free, how to be respected. ”

"They can't afford to lose everything and start all over again, and they can't let go of the sweetness of giving to the men of their families when they are in a good mood. ”

At the same time, there will always be someone in the family who will be worse than them, and this comfort is enough for them. ”

"It is better to lash than a stabbing stick, and to stab and roll than to a soldering iron, and to squeeze an iron than to die. ”

"And those who have lost their lives will not be compared. ”

She looked fixedly into the monarch's eyes, looking sad and determined, as if to say, "Can you understand?"

"I know that there is no heavier shackle in the world than the daughter of the Yu family. ”

"But I can also see the shackles on you, the shackles on everyone. ”

"It's silly to know that no one has shackles, but I really, hate. ”

"When I desperately learned to write, and when I wrote a letter to go to the government office to complain about my father's evil deeds, it was my mother who knelt in front of me and begged me. ”

"She begged me not to go, not to condemn my father. Ridiculous, isn't it? But my mother, she couldn't live without this man. ”

"The most difficult shackles in the world to break free from are all put on by oneself willingly. ”

Jun Quan's heart shook and he thought of himself.

"That's why I stopped you that day and didn't let you follow the Yu family's daughter, because I already knew the result. ”

"But I was luckier than her, and when I escaped covered with wounds, the person I met was Master. ”

"Here he is, healing me, taking off my rings, teaching me the truth outside the house, teaching me how to protect myself with these fists, teaching me to escape. If I can't change my mother, I'll run away alone. ”

"Thankfully, I escaped. ”

She looked at him again, her eyes shining so brightly that she couldn't tell whether it was tears or light. Those eyes are like a clear mirror, reflecting the bleakest desolation of the world.