Chapter 18: The Writer's Story (4)

It seems that just a little nap, Xiao Shuai has grown to 7 years old.

Although it was said before that if it was a girl, it would be sold, but the mother was injured during this birth, and I am afraid that she will not be able to conceive a child in the future. So I had to leave her behind.

His father didn't even give him a name, but his mother gave him a nickname called Xiaomei.

It's better not to call a girl who is not beautiful Xiaomei, she is easy to be ridiculed; As for beautiful girls, it's a little different, no matter what they are called, they will be hated.

Fortunately, our little beauty is neither ugly nor beautiful, so ordinary that no one will want to ridicule or hate her, no one will applaud her achievements, and no one will speak up for her misfortune.

Xiaomei's misfortune was doomed from the moment she was born - the contradiction of the mismatch between the mind and the body is like breathing.

Xiaoshuai, a 21-year-old college student, is now living in the body of a seven-year-old girl, which is destined to be tangled and awkward.

Incompetent people can often only reach out to more incompetent people. Every time my father had finished drinking and drinking, my mother would hide in her small room, weeping silently, but not speaking to her, but pouring out her sorrowful emotions so unscrupulously that she herself would not be overwhelmed by them, and would not suffocate herself in despair.

"Why don't you go?" Finally one day, Xiaomei couldn't help but ask.

Like a frightened rabbit, she suddenly turned her head to look at her, as if she couldn't believe that the person who spoke just now was her daughter: "What did you say?" ”

"Why don't you go? Why not leave him? Xiaomei asked calmly and repeatedly.

But the woman still looked stupid and stupid, and murmured, "Where to go?" ”

"Where can't you go? Has anyone tied your feet? ”

“…… How to live? I don't have any money. ”

"Can't you work? Who tied your hands? ”

“…… Where to stay? I don't have a house. ”

"Can't you rent it? Find a job with food and lodging. ”

“…… What should I do if someone cheats me? ”

"Be careful."

“…… What should I do if I am robbed? ”

"Call the police."

“…… What should I do if someone kills me? ”

Xiaomei was asked, so she had to say helplessly: "No." ”

"Well, forget it, what's the point of that kind of life without rush? Who is not serving? I've been with this guy for decades, and I still know the roots. Staying here, I have a place to live, something to eat, and I can live my life like this, what else can I do? ”

Xiaomei finally has nothing to say, and the poor must have something to hate. She herself is trapped, and she can't save herself, and where can she have the strength to save others, so it's better to go to sleep first and get rid of this child body that can't do anything.

I took another nap, and when I opened my eyes again, the room was dark, and it looked like it was night.

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"Ah......h

"Don't scream!" The smell of fermented food mixed with the smell of alcohol spitted on her face, making people vomit sour water in disgust. Immediately afterward, it was as if a boulder had been pressed against her body, making her unable to move at all.

"Hmm......" The despair that this woman has been pouring over her for the past ten years is going to drown her here today!

"Mom-" her mouth finally broke open, and she used all her hope to call for help.

"Don't scream!" The man slapped her and hit her with stars.

"Mom......" she struggled, but still tried unwillingly. But the disparity in strength is huge, and she has no chance of winning.

"Mom! You speak! Say something! Why don't you speak! ”

"Mom! Say something! It's good to say a word and make a little noise! ”

She cried out with all her pain, but before she could shout a few times, her voice was like an overwhelmed balloon that had been blown up, and a mouthful of blood was blocked in her throat, and she couldn't make a sound.

"You just have to say a word, and I'll forgive you! Just one sentence! She screamed desperately in her heart.

But until the end of this nightmare, no one said a word to her.

"Freak!" In the darkness, the shadow standing beside the bed looked like a huge slimy mollusk, and he spat strangely, not knowing who he was scolding.

Countless ants crawled up her body, fear and disgust gnawing at her soul like maggots attached to the bones.

I don't know how long later, a familiar and strange birdsong came from the window. Two red eyes flickered in the shadows of the treetops.

"Oh, do you want to wake up?" She suddenly understood the ghost bird's call.

"It's a long, terrible dream...... "Mei murmured as she lay on the bed weakly.

"Do you want to wake up?" Ghost Bird asked again.

"When you wake up, will it all be gone?"

"Oh O-" She didn't understand, and she didn't know if it would answer yes or no.

But at this moment, a light seemed to flash in her mind, and then a thunderclap exploded: "It turns out ...... I'm in a dream right now, and everything that happened just now is just a dream! ”

"Do you want to wake up?" The ghost bird chirped again.

She slowly sat up from the bed, pushed open the window, and held out her hand to the ghost bird. The ghost bird seemed to have a heart for her, and jumped lightly into her hand. But before it could wait a second, the girl had already grabbed its fragile neck with her backhand. No matter how terrifying it looks, how penetrating its cry is, it is just a fluttering bird after all, and now it is choked by a human, and it can easily be put to death with just a little force with two fingers.

"I don't want to wake up." She said indifferently, and the two red eyeballs rolled out of their sockets and fell at her feet.

"If I wake up, everything that just happened will really be a dream, won't it?"

"If I wake up, it won't be long before I'll forget this dream, won't I?"

"No one cares about a dream, even if the real pain actually happens to me."

Whether it is a legal judgment or a sinner's ambush, it is not a means to eliminate evil, but only a helpless patch. This world is full of holes, tinkering, and the road has come to this day.

If the memories of the victims slowly fade away, will the sins that were once inflicted on them begin to fade until they disappear completely? I'm afraid, this is the real way to make evil disappear, right??

If the perpetrator has never felt guilt and remorse, so much the better! If nothing happens to everyone, then our world will become a better place, peaceful, happy and happy!

In that case, why don't you wake up? Why indulge in ethereal dreams?