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The New Year's painting also jumped into the river, but fortunately, the water by the river was relatively shallow, and the New Year's painting stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Xuemei twice.

"You let go, let me die, I don't want to live anymore!"

Zhang Xuemei wanted to break free of the New Year's painting, but was tightly grabbed by the collar and brought back.

"You don't want to live for this? You're so unproductive! ”

"They all saw it and said that about me! Do I still have a face alive? ”

Zhang Xuemei couldn't stop crying, desperately trying to row towards the center of the river, but the New Year's painting dragged her to death.

"You just died like this, have you ever thought about your parents, aren't they going to die of sadness? Besides, what do you care so much about other people's eyes, you live for yourself, for your family, and not for those who laugh at you, maybe you are dead and you are in their arms. ”

Zhang Xuemei couldn't stop crying, she kept shaking her head: "You don't understand, such a shameful thing happened, within half a day, all the towns and villages will know, I can no longer raise my head in the village after I go home, who will dare to come to my house to visit relatives in the future, do I want to stay at home for a lifetime and be ridiculed by people for a lifetime?" Even if I get married, I will not be able to hold my head up in my mother-in-law's house for the rest of my life, and I will be poked in the backbone for a lifetime, so I am better than dead to live, you will not understand, if you are for my good, let me die, it will not be so painful to die. ”

Zhang Xuemei's eyes were full of despair, at this moment the heart of the New Year's painting was colder than the water in the river, and at this moment she deeply realized the disparity between the social status of men and women, and how harmful feudal thinking was.

Just because her pants fell off and was seen, the girl in front of her could only beg for death, and her words were terrifying, foaming at the stars and drowning people, and she found that she was a little powerless.

No, she can't give up.

This is a fresh life, she is still young, and it is the best start of her whole life.

"Have you ever wondered what your family would do if you died, and you watched with a wisp of soul as your family cried for you? How difficult is it for your parents to raise you for so many years, and how much suffering you have endured in exchange for a cold corpse? If you don't repay your parents' kindness, aren't you afraid that you will go to hell and never be reborn? "There's no way around the New Year's paintings, if she can wake up her reason, no matter what is ugly or intimidating, she has to give it a try.

"I'm just a woman, I can't bear the rumors." Zhang Xuemei's eyes were swollen from crying, but after listening to these words of the New Year's painting, she didn't struggle to go to the middle of the river anymore.

New Year's painting continued to persuade and said: "Although we are women, we must also be self-reliant, they dare to laugh at us, we should live better, let them take a good look!" ”

"Self-reliance?" Zhang Xuemei looked confused.

"Yes, we are self-reliant and self-reliant, who said that women are inferior to men, there were She Taijun, Wu Zetian, Mu Guiying, and the older generation of heroines of the Anti-Japanese War, who of them lost to men?"

"It's a pity I'm not them."

"If you don't try, how will you know that you are inferior to them?"

"But I don't want to try, I'm afraid I won't be able to stand it." As long as she thought of the laughter of those big men just now, she kept delaying as if it were a magic sound.

"My name is New Year's Painting, what's your name?"

"Zhang Xuemei."

"Is the name taken from the poem Snow but Plum Lost in a piece of incense? Who gave you a name? Too much effort. Wherever the New Year's painting came to mind, he pulled it out wantonly, trying to alleviate Zhang Xuemei's idea of suicide.