Yumei was three years old, squatting in front of two broken tile houses, with sloppy hair and a dirty little face, but she blinked her big eyes, timidly glanced at the people passing by the door, and lowered her head to play with the few pebbles in her hand.

Her snot was always covered with shiny black sleeves covering half of her face, and her small, thin lips were full of stubbornness. Dressed in a torn cotton jacket with lard-like batting under her armpits, and kicking and pulling rag shoes that fit for adults, she exists like a puppy, and no one takes her seriously, not even anyone who wants to look at her more.

No one knew what her mother was like. I all know that his father, called Feng Changshui, is thin and tall, with long hair and a full beard, he is a drunkard who grabs a wine bottle and walks all day long.

Why do you want to behave yourself like this, no one dares to ask, and no one is too lazy to care about this nonsense.

It was two years ago, Feng Changshui came back, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a one-year-old jade sister under his arm, walked to the broken house, threw the jade girl to the ground, and never picked it up again.

Feng Changshui fumbled in his pocket for a long time and couldn't find the key to open the door, so he found the stone on the ground in all directions, gritted his teeth, smashed the rusty iron lock, and kicked the door open.

I know what's wrong with greedily sticking out his mouth to provoke the wine in the bottle, and leading the girl to live well? For the sake of the girl's good life, Feng Changshui pursed his lips, regarded the wine as an enemy, raised his neck, poured a few sips, and chewed viciously in his mouth as if he was eating.

Feng Changshui shook his head and stared at the blood-red eyes, looked at you stupidly for a long time, and then gritted his teeth and scolded: "your mother's egg, ——, and ——, again, and look at it again, and the eyes will be deducted for you." Then he shook his body upside down again, and walked away with one foot high and one foot low.

Yumei was born at the wrong time, it is better to say that she was born in the wrong child, born in the hands of this kind of person, she is destined to be cheap in this life, and she is destined to suffer from sin. Where's her damn mother? The people of the village looked at each other's puzzled faces, unable to find a definite answer.

Feng Changshui leaned on the wall and walked to the door of the house, looked at Yumei hazy, recognized it, and tossed it hard for a long time, pulled out half of the pot helmet from his arms, or half a roast chicken, a lotus leaf stir-fry, threw it in front of Yumei, stumbled back into the house and smashed on the bed, fell asleep, woke up to the morning of the third day, and left Yumei to fend for herself.

That's how their family lives.

Some people say that Feng Changshui has a big knot in his heart, which he can't untie in this life. I heard that Feng Changshui had a very beautiful daughter-in-law who ran away with his best buddies, and some people said that his daughter-in-law died for Feng Changshui.

Feng Changshui couldn't think about it from then on, so he ...... decay like this.

What the hell is going on, no one knows any clues.

Suddenly, Feng Changshui drank less and walked like a person, so he set up a grass hut at the east end of the village, fenced it around, and installed a broken wooden gate.

Out of nowhere, I brought back a grinder, pulled the water pipes, set up wires, and arranged a simple jade carving table. and brought back a large pile of jade waste.

It took a whole day, very carefully twisting a cowhide whip, and everyone looked at Feng Changshui, a madman, from a distance with strange eyes, what kind of moth do you want to give birth to?

Feng Changshui led Yumei to the shed, with a depressed face, pointed at the carving table with a whip, asked Yumei to sit on it and try it, and then let Yumei come down, put two layers of bricks under the stool, raised his chin again, signaled to go up and try again, and then nodded his head and began to let Yumei learn carving.

Yumei was five years old that year.

Yu Mei looked at Feng Changshui timidly, and then looked back at these broken things, but she didn't know how to start, Feng Changshui raised the leather whip and slapped Yu Mei's body fiercely, and suddenly the bloody scars appeared on the thin little body bones, and the painful Yu Mei cried, the more she cried, the tighter the leather whip fell, and Yu Mei was so frightened that she held her breath and didn't cry.

Yumei stood to the side stupidly, watching Feng Changshui pick up a piece of jade material and grind it on the grinding wheel, grinding off the edges and corners, grinding off the sharp corners, the rudimentary outline of the rough carving has appeared, Feng Changshui held half a pencil to outline the lines on the jade material, drew a foal, and then faced the grinding wheel, unscrewed the water pipe, light and heavy, oblique, rotating, and skillfully polishing.

A bag of cigarettes, a carved piece is done, small and delicate is cute, Yumei looked stupid, and forgot the pain, raised her sleeves to wipe the crystal tears, and couldn't help but walk up, as a result, Xiao Yuma's face showed joy.

When Yumei started fiddling with herself, she was clumsy, and beads of sweat oozed from her anxious forehead, and her little hands trembled disobediently. At this time, the leather whip will be merciless, and it will be whipped his body.

Her cringe-grinning little body, biting her lip, did not stop for a moment under the leather whip, strong, without hesitation, tightly grasped the pencil head in her hand, painted and painted, and painted and painted, until she was satisfied with the painting, then turned her head and begged to look at Feng Changshui's stern gaze, Feng Changshui was fierce, and raised his chin.

Yu Mei carefully started to polish it, a pig is not a pig, the rabbit is not a rabbit jade piece in Yu Mei's hands are hot, how do you look like a horse, scared Yu Mei to breathe, holding her head with both hands, curled up into a ball, the hateful leather whip chirped down again.