Chapter 600: Memories 3

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I said, "I just want to make you feel sorry for you, and that person washes his face with my towel every time he gets home, and says it's so fragrant." So much so that I don't need a towel to wash my face anymore.

I still remember a child who was my father's deceased colleague, who lived in my house for a few years, and when I went back to see him on vacation, I avoided him, and my mother beat me. As a result, the child had hepatitis and was infected to his mother and second brother, who failed to pass the physical examination when he was a soldier.

It's all like this, she still has to give me the rice in the bowl, and I will be slapped if I don't eat it. It seems that I have been numb to fighting since I was a child, and I always hold my head and kneel.

I think that beating is just a skin injury, and I must not succumb to eating and contracting diseases, nor can I succumb to my drunken husband and let my body be ruined, not to mention that drunken sexual intercourse can also cause impotence.

The fourth sister asked me on QQ if I would go home for the Spring Festival, and I said no.

I don't want to rebel against my mother, I've endured it for so long, I don't want to ruin my reputation in the end, I don't want to wronged myself to please her.

Because the child is older, I don't want to endure my husband's bad habits anymore, I began to act rashly, not afraid of leaving any shadow on the child's heart, because he has grown into a little adult with the world in mind, and has no time to care about my joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

I also don't want to please my sister, and I get nervous when I see my third sister. She had 14 stitches on her head without pain, and there was nothing wrong with it, but my head hurt in the same part for a long time, and then I itched when I ate the spicy seasoning, and my mother hated me for being a picky eater and forced me to eat, until I saw that I vomited like a spray every time.

When I went to my third sister's house in 06, it was very cold and windy, and I cried in pain. Later, I found out that the down jacket was worn to sleep, and it was fine. The third brother-in-law said that it was a weather that had not been encountered in a century, and now it will not be. However, I was scared that one day I would not be in pain, and the third sister would be in pain.

Although there is no scientific truth to this idea, I still remember the prayer I made to my ancestors as I climbed on the famous outrigger bridge, I remember shouting the name of my third sister in the rubble pile, hearing her answer, and seeing blood running down her neck......

I was also scared to see my fourth sister, and I remember when she was so sick that she was foaming at the mouth when she was a child. There was also that time when the whole family ate lentils and was poisoned, I started to vomit before I finished eating, and told my mother that I couldn't eat it anymore, and she also said that you are not in good health and love to make trouble, and we are all fine. Later, I was the only one who went to the doctor, and I threw up completely on the road for a while, and as a result, they all lay down for a week, and I was alone with poop and urine. At that time, I vowed to leave them early and hide away.

They are still eating nonsense, not only have they not relented, but also because their material life is now extremely rich, and they have become a little worse. I don't actually discriminate against my fellow people who eat Hesse like Dan, as long as they respect my habits and don't force me to eat at the same table with them. Unfortunately, I seem to be a monster in their eyes.