Chapter 272: Self-Defense Counterattack (8)

(8) Social Truth in the 21st Century

I remember at the end of April, Guanghai took a picture of me on the opposite side of the pizzeria table like Wen's chubby stupidity, and in mid-May, after Mr. Pei went crazy and brandished a kitchen knife at me, my food intake was greatly reduced, my body changed every week, and my selfies slowly showed a normal appearance, and the forty-year-old Hei Mi Zhima should have been after six months.

Using the screen name of Bei Lizhu to talk about online dating is probably Wen's body complaining, right? Perhaps, my mother's words came true, she said: "In less than a year, you will grow into my daughter again." "After a year according to my temperament and habits, I have returned to my original self?

The day of the change coincided with the first anniversary of the Wenchuan earthquake. I was a little overwhelmed, and when I took a shower, when I rubbed my fingers, the stratum corneum on my skin peeled off layer by layer.

Every time I dried it with a towel, it came out again, and even though it was white, I still didn't feel good, so I washed it again, and before I knew it, I stayed in the bathroom for three hours. I was so tired that I had to put on a yukata and come out without drying it.

Mr. Pei immediately felt the change, and immediately regained the bitter gourd face of a year ago, commanding me to do this and that, listening to him count and mop the floor over and over again, and feeling back to the same time as when I was a child in front of my mother.

Bei Xiaozi said: You just treat him as if he was scolded by the leader in the unit and came back to be angry, bear with it!

When I was a child, my mother was too, working under the enemy who broke my father's ribs, and my mood can be imagined. But my patience is limited, if I hadn't been admitted to the high school attached to the university at that time, I would have jumped into the river or fallen off a cliff in the future, and I don't know if anyone would find or be rescued.

Now, in front of my legal husband, who is better than my mother when I was a child, my heart trembles, and my hands keep doing things, and he also says that I can't do it, and the movements are ugly, "I won't even drag the ground?

I'd rather he beat me to death than be a slave girl, and this is the first time I've done anything like that in 800 years. I've been doing it for more than thirty years since I was a kid, and I'm really tired of it. Although they laughed hypocritically, they worked neatly with their hands and feet, put things here and there as required, and laughed, and just waited for dinner to wash the dishes and lay down to rest while they watched TV. Sleep till dawn.

As a matter of fact, how interesting is it to swing things around that are not brought with them in life and not brought with them in death? For a while, they are afraid that people will see them, and for a while they are afraid that people will not be able to see them! They feel that the chaos in their homes is just a mess in their own hearts. Those women who came to me for a break because "my husband is not a person" said that they felt very comfortable as soon as they entered my house, but Mr. Pei just took a fancy to a chick on the Internet and couldn't get it for a long time, so he felt that he didn't like anything and then violently attacked me.

In the previous forty lifetimes, if someone did not do a good job, I could physically punish and dismiss him, and if someone offended, he could be put to death on the spot. But I've never done that. Because the rules of the ancestors are very detailed and strict, no one dares to violate them.

For example, if you cheat like Mr. Pei, you will be immediately demoted to slavery and removed from the family tree.

One year before my father's liberation, the housekeeper told me about some family things, he said: Your family is not as good as the generation, I have seen, your grandfather is more handsome than your father, your father is more handsome than your brother, especially you, how can you grow such a short man, no wonder you fall off the horse!

I know that none of the 40 Hei Mi Zhima in my previous life were less than 1.7 meters, and I actually became like this because I was starving. When I went back, I asked why the man's name was very similar to that of his grandfather's, but he was a housekeeper? Father said that his eldest son was an illegitimate child, so he was demoted to a servile steward.

If it was in the previous life, with a virtue like Mr. Pei, the nine clans of his family would have been washed in blood. Of course, if it was in any of the forty previous lives, I would not have been able to find a commoner to marry myself. Now I know that even if I started looking for wisdom after I was 26 years old and had accumulated 800 years of wisdom, it was still too blind and naïve.

The poor are really shameless, and people really can't care about chastity and dignity when they are hungry. I felt like I had been coaxed into the homes of poor people to complete the task of passing on the family lineage and then used as slaves indefinitely. And this qiē is all legal! I have no other way to choose but to commit suicide, and if I fight back in self-defense, I will only be injured, confined, or sentenced or imprisoned, not even as good as Deng Yujiao!

This is the real status quo of women in the 21 st century! However, after playing with women, coaxing women into labor, and exploiting women's labor income, those people still claim that women have been free and emancipated, and their status has been greatly improved!

It should be that the status of men has been greatly improved, and they can freely play with all the liberated women! They can have three wives and four concubines without the need for the media to marry, and they can seduce them into bed without scrupling whether they are other people's husbands and wives at all.

(Self-Defense Strikes Back, June 27-July 8, 2009, A Lan in Beijing.) ）

(White Diary 1: Memories of Silence, April 27-July 8, 2009, A Lan in Beijing.) ）