[I'm Chang Yinglan...... I'm sorry to meet you in this way, and allow me to make an opening remark about the rest of the story, because I really don't want to write about any more characters getting hurt.

It's not that I can't write this hurt text, but when I write this text, maybe it's the past, maybe it's the present, maybe it's the future, there will be a child, really, hurt, and no one can help, so that this child, forever and ever, lives in the shadow of misery......]

How simple is it for an adult to restrain a child's hands and feet?

It's as easy as grabbing a poor kitten.

How easy is it for an adult man to hurt a weak little girl?

It's like picking up a small rock on the ground.

How simple is it for an adult man with a blunt object to hurt a little girl who is defenseless?

It's as simple as raising your hands above your head.

Would an adult man want to hurt a girl he has never met?

Yes, just as you can never think of why an able-bodied person would die in just a few seconds, it is too simple to want a person to die.

So, will this terrible adult man appear in front of the girl you want to protect, or love?

I think everyone doesn't think it's very good, because everyone is always lucky subconsciously, how can it be that the person I love dies...... How could I be so lucky to die......

I can't be so unlucky......

I can't be so sad, right......

My life should be fine...... It's not the kind of inferior life......

Or...... The man really showed up...... Appeared by your side and destroyed your girl with all her might.

From being pretty, to having a lustful heart, or just having money, you have to give yourself a reason to be at ease, even if the reason is not valid at all.

It's like I've never made a mistake...... It's because the gangster's reasons are too cruel, and my beloved girl has been hurt.

As a result, patients in hospitals may always die of natural causes......

No harm, no accidents, no pain, no suffering, even, no conscience......

Therefore, there is always a lack of ...... in such a world. A human nature that understands each other, why would you hurt my beloved girl......

Why do you want to hurt my beloved girl with righteous words......

Why do you want to hurt my beloved girl so that I no longer have an ordinary life......

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Can a girl escape the harm of an adult man?

It's harder than climbing to the sky......

A girl is always brave, or really brave to face harm, can she dodge? Can she be hostile? Will she be able to hold back the gangsters? Will she be able to win even once?

Of course.

In a hundred, a thousand, and ten thousand battles, win once......

The rest is only fear.

Countless male creators, creating heroine images that are always destroying girls who really need help to get the help they need.

Or, in this world, it is very rare for women to really emerge as heroes in some sense, even in the last one or two hundred years......

Products that consume women's "bravery" and "independence" are emerging one after another, and "special groups" that are opposed to men are destroying girls who really need help.

And, create, more potential enemies that will hurt girls......

Or...... They themselves are riding, or harnessing, exploiting, consuming what they call the "protected" as they criticize.

Because there are so many things like this...... That's why I'm scared......

Because human nature has been talked about for more than 3,000 years by "satirical stories" such as saints, ordinary people, fables, etc......

So I'm scared...... The past, present, and future can only change slightly......

I'm not one to hurt people...... I can certainly say that, because I really don't......

In my childhood...... No...... Until I escaped from that cage...... I really realized that my past had hurt me...... It will be an indelible memory for the rest of my life.

I was born in a ...... Less fun family ......

What I say is fun, worth it for the audience, the kind that is interesting, loving, and even ...... Families with a future......

My father was a city lord...... It is that everything in a city is managed by him, and it is up to him to decide, from a fly in a territory to a living person, all should be managed by my father.

Of course, the city lord doesn't really care...... Flies, in fact, the lord of the city doesn't care who he is...... The city is in charge of money, and most of it is money.

There has never been any accumulation of wealth in this world...... Maybe a farmer who has worked all his life is no match for my father's income in a day, or rather, this is their life for farmers......

My father always said that they were cheap...... That's what you were born with......

I was also born to my parents, and I think the farmer's daughter was also born to her parents...... We should, or, almost, be the same......

But I'm sorry...... I found out later...... I was locked up in that yard by my father for a day's meals...... It is a precious delicacy that a farmer can't get up early and stay late for a year......

And I still feel tired from time to time.

My father is a city lord, so naturally it is the life of a city lord, not the life of a farmer, only the most greedy president of the chamber of commerce can be my father's guest, they did not bother my father, because the things they sent were my father's favorite jade, jade is very valuable, and once you sell it, you can really have real money back to my father's hands.

This is the birthright of the lords, or rather, the birthright of friends...... Without those chamber presidents, I wouldn't have eaten three meals a day, and I wouldn't have been able to eat a farmer's savings for a year......

The accumulation of money is always exploitative, always cruel, always so direct, but there are people who embellish it and make the peasants "willingly" hand over their money...... Funding for my father, who spends his days in the snowy place.

This hasn't changed in thousands of years...... In the past, people in the past chased and scolded, now there are, and now people chase and scold...... Maybe there will be one in the future, and people in the future should also chase after and scold......

But it is useless to scold...... I used to scold my father too...... But I can only curse in my heart...... A lot of people don't even have the qualifications to scold my father...... Many people simply don't have the strength to scold anymore......

Because my father would not let them die violently on the streets, but if a farmer scolded him, the farmer's land would probably be abandoned for a year......

If it is the Chamber of Commerce that scolds, then the Chamber of Commerce is likely to dissolve or fall apart......

If it's my mother scolding...... My mother will definitely have a few more scars on her body that will last forever...... I look at the pain...... But my mother was always used to it......

Even my mother was not capable of resisting...... But all the people are encouraging me to resist......

I am weaker than my mother, I have no voice than my mother, I have no strength than my mother......

I could only watch my mother shed tears of blood and tears under the hurt...... Or is it ...... Look at more innocent maids, tragically dying under the knife......

There are knives in this world, but what world doesn't have knives......

The definition of a knife is always a tool for injury......

Who do you hurt...... Hurt those who are weak.

I didn't want to say anything more, so I could only weep silently when I remembered my mother......

But my mother should also bear my hatred.

Because she brought me into this world, she made me have to face this terrible world...... Or is it ...... What I hated was her true cowardice and incompetence......

Maybe I know, my mother hates ...... too Hate yourself for your incompetence...... Hate my grandma for marrying her here...... Hate her daughter, who did not become her harbor.

Hate her daughter, not a man!

But I always spent more time with my mother......

I can always hear her talking to my father...... She taught me that I was always my father's daughter...... I still have to recognize this daddy......

It's like she's my father's concubine...... My dad is her husband......

And I'm ...... is the daughter of a concubine......

And not the son of a concubine......

Look...... One in a million, brutal, ferocious, vicious, always high-sounding to cover his bestiality, my father, has multiple wives......

Look...... Always unique, gentle, kind, always smiling, able to make people feel honest peasant Ergou - he even gave his name is a good name - from beginning to end, he has not found a daughter-in-law......

Because he is a farmer for three generations......

His grandfather was a farmer, his father was a farmer, he was a farmer himself, and he had no sons......

I met him because of the sweet potato...... My mother and I got the opportunity to go out into the countryside...... No...... That's not a game at all...... Instead, my mother was sick and needed to go to the countryside to recuperate, so she took me with her young ......

I met the young second dog, and we ate food from the land that I had never eaten before, and which I always found delicious. The sweet potato was pulled out by the lively two dogs in the low ground, and the soil was sprinkled twice on the ground, and it was lifted in front of my eyes, looking at me with a smile...... When I returned home, I went to see Ergou, who was lonely and old, and he said that if he knew that I was the daughter of the city lord at that time, he might have taken out the bacon that he had treasured for a long time for me to eat......

Because they only eat meat once a year......

I think that's why he didn't find his wife......

Even if you marry a fisherman, you can still eat meat......

At least not once a year......

Ergou said that he could only plant rice on one side of the land in a year, and the rice left behind was only enough for the next year's grain, and he had to save money, and there was nothing that could be sold to rice merchants, so he could only grow some vegetables, or plant some sweet potatoes, and sell them......

The money from the sale will not buy meat, but will buy a piglet to raise ......

Wait for him to raise the pigs...... There is pork that can be eaten for a lifetime......

Ergou lived to be fifty years old......

The pig did eat it......

Luckily, my father was not the lord of the city, but my brother was the lord of the city...... Some food was distributed and some of the burden was lightened...... Every family will be able to eat some good meat......

But it's hard for Ergou to enjoy these ...... anymore

Because the son of the second dog...... It will still be a farmer......

My father was the lord of the city...... My father's son...... My brother became the lord of the city......

My brother's son...... is the next lord of the city......

With this in mind...... I finally understood why my mother hated me so much for not being a man......

I finally got it...... Why did my father have so many wives and concubines......

Because they also want the son of the lord of the city to be the next lord of the city......

Sudden enlightenment and sarcasm are useless...... Because it's always like this, irony is needed to comfort people......

Because it was like this in the past and will be like this in the future, it will feel ironic......

But sarcasm is useless......

Because my brother did become the next lord of the city...... My brother's son has indeed become the next lord of the city......

And Ergou also passed away forever, as a farmer's son.

And not someone's husband, someone's father......

I was locked up by my father in a small courtyard with people on all sides...... I'm like a pig in captivity...... Feel free to wait for me to grow up and marry someone I don't know......

I used to think that there would be a heroine who would come to my rescue......

I have heard a book, in that book, there is a woman who served in the army for her father, she went to the army to fight, heroes killed the enemy, and even met His Majesty the Emperor at that time, His Majesty the Emperor appreciated her very much, gave her many treasures, she did not take a penny, and finally retired from the army, returned to her hometown, and the non-commissioned officers who traveled with her knew her, and she married a wife.

I don't know why a story that was supposed to end with a story about being married as a heroine...... Why can't you be like other male heroes, after becoming a general, you will be majestic and end the story on returning to your hometown.

Maybe it's because this heroine is real......

Maybe it's because a girl marries a woman that she ends up in life......

Or maybe it's because ...... Marrying a man is what makes a woman's story truly serve a male audience......

Because to listen to the book's ...... After all, there are many men......

I don't like this storybook, I prefer the stories of boys who go into battle to kill the enemy...... I like to be magnificent, I like to be polite, and I like to love vigorously......

So, I always feel ...... The heroine's words should have ended in returning home......

As with all manly stories...... It ends with the return of clothes......

Then I thought of one such thing......

That is, in the hero's book, it seems that there are always beautiful women with him, and the hero always loves the beauties...... I have already had feelings with their beauties......

It turned out that it was because the heroine liked a man, which seemed to be contrary to the heroine's personality qualities......

If a heroine is always entangled with multiple men while marching...... Sure to be considered a slut...... Be**......

Is there no loyalty......

It dawned on me......

That's when I got it...... Why does the story of the heroine always need to be broken in marrying a wife......

Because this is loyalty—this is the chastity of the heroine......

That's what makes ...... Bury the temperament of the real hero in the heroine's story......

It dawned on me......

But it was useless to suddenly realize......

Because the story of the heroine is a script after all......

There are very few true heroines in this world......