Chapter 8: Poor Man
Indeed, the body is alive as Liu Wu said: you can face it with a smile when you are hurt, and you can bear it silently even if you are bullied.
Before the age of 5, the body was the treasure of the Bi family, and it was the object of everyone's care, but after being determined to be a waste during the spiritual power test at the age of 5, it was gradually neglected.
Except for the grandfather, parents and brother who are still spoiled, the others have silently changed their attitudes.
When he was 6 years old, his parents went out to practice and never came back.
On Chinese New Year's Eve, when the body was 7 years old, it was supposed to be a day of reunion, but it gave Bi Jiu and even the Bi family a shocking news: the parents of the body died.
Since that year, every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, the body has spent alone in sorrow.
Every night, the body repeats the memories of the bits and pieces of his parents with him.
It was after that day that the main body became an orphan without a father or mother.
I don't know when it began, every time I played with my sister and brothers, Biwen became the target of bullying.
I only remember the first time I was bullied by my brother and sister, and I went to my grandfather to complain sadly, which also led to more serious bullying, teasing and beating later.
Although Bi Hailin, the head of the Bi family, doted on Bi Wan, he did not dislike and snub her because her body could not cultivate. However, due to the perennial experience of going out to practice, Bi Hailin's favor has become an accelerator for the body to be bullied.
In the face of the bullying of his sister, brother, and other sons and daughters, the body endured it silently.
I don't know if it's because I've experienced too much, the ontology has become accustomed to being bullied, and later I even feel that I am a waste and should be bullied, and being bullied by myself shows that I have the value of existence.
Sometimes, the beaten skin is broken and bleeding, and the body just laughs and passes;
I remember one time, the second and third sisters of the body took her out to play and pushed her down the mountain, and later when Bi Hailin led people to find it, the body was full of flesh and blood, and when she woke up, she only said that she accidentally fell.
Biwan slowly digested the memories of the body, and felt that the life of the body after the age of 5 was beaten, bullied, and lonely.
Even the maid of the Bi family can kick Biwan when she is unhappy, and she can slap Biwan in the face.
Whatever it is, the ontology will endure it silently.
This is all due to the great idea of the ontology: I feel that I can't cultivate, and I have lost the face of the Bi family, causing everyone's face to be dull, and becoming a laughing stock after everyone's tea, so anyone should find her to vent.
Biwan was speechless at this thought of the ontology, and expressed shame at the purity and sublimity of her thoughts.
However, Biwan found that the body could always maintain a kind and pure heart in such a situation, which was absolutely impossible for Biwan to do.
Thinking about it, Biwan suddenly found that she and the main body were just complementary.
One is kind and pure, the other is bold and ruthless;
One is cute and cute, the other is cold and sexy;
One is full of heart, the other is lonely inside;
One surface is bleak, the other surface is bright;
If these two biscarlets can overlap and fuse, then how perfect it is
Biwan was envious, and the proud and confident Bijuan felt as pitiful as the body when he thought about it at this time.
Two people with different time and space and different destinies have become the same kind of people: poor people.
Biwan found that since she crossed over, she had become sentimental and always sighed silently alone.
However, just as Biwan was pondering and sighing, there was a frolicking sound outside the door.
Biwan listened to the sweet and pleasant voice, retracted her thoughts, and was curious about the visitor: there was only her own waste and a maid's yard, and there were still outsiders to come......