An unfortunate beauty

A person who can never be associated with misfortune in the eyes of outsiders is often full of misfortune in his life.

I could never have imagined that something like that could happen to me!

My father, Yan Ren, is a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes, with a pair of lightning hooks in his hand making him superb, and he is the most righteous in his life, and he is quite respected by heroes from all walks of life in black and white. Mother Yu Yueying is a famous lady of the Yu family in the former 'Sword Villa', gentle and virtuous, and I am afraid that I will never find a good mother like her again.

After having me, my mother did not give birth again, my father did not blame her for cutting off the incense of the Yan family, and had no intention of remarrying, and loved me in every way, I think, if I were a boy, I may not be happier than now.

I often stood under the stars and moon, leaning on the edge of the small corridor, watching my father practice martial arts in the courtyard, and my father's hook shadow was like a thousand twinkling moons. I used to lie on my mother's lap, rubbing her and caressing my long hair, and playing with her, just like when I was a child.

That year, my father had a birthday and a big banquet, and as soon as I was 16 years old appeared in front of the high-rollers, I immediately caused a sensation.

Everyone present was shocked by my beauty, some of them were stunned, some of them trembled, some poured the wine that came to their lips on themselves, and the younger ones simply fainted.

I have also carefully admired my beauty in the mirror, but I never thought that my beauty would have such great magic, and it would make more than 100 heroes and high-rollers who dominate the rivers and lakes of swords and swords so ugly!

I was so glorious that I conquered everyone present, and even my father felt that he was no longer the focus, as if everyone had come to celebrate his birthday, but had come to see me.

In the days to come, no longer peaceful, there are both continuous door-to-door proposals, and the harassment of Xiao Xiao, while worrying about these, I am complacent about my beauty, whenever I listen to the Yahuan newspaper that there is a matchmaker to the door, I will be very satisfied, very proud, my beauty is well-known, universally recognized, get me, is the common dream of all the heroes and swords, the children of the family. They duel, bleed, and even lost their lives for me, and I have never seen such a stupid group of people, no matter how high their status and martial arts are, in my opinion, they are just a group of clowns.

They reveled in my beauty, and I reveled in my own joy, not realizing at all that it was only the illusion of youth and the beginning of a nightmare.

Today is the second day of junior high school, my seventeenth birthday, and the day of my engagement.

The other party is Yun Feiyang, the young master of Dongyang Yunbao, when I first saw him, it was his father Yun Tianxiao who led him to ask for marriage, Yun Tianxiao is very famous and modest, but Yun Feiyang is holding his knife, stalking his neck, looking coldly at his father and my father, looking at him unruly, as if he was asking for a kiss, but it was my father.

What's even more infuriating is that when he saw me, he turned a blind eye to my beauty, and didn't look surprised at all, but just snorted coldly, which was a return gift to me!

I endured my anger and accompanied him to the garden for a walk, because the lord of Cloud Castle was a good friend of my father, and even if my son was rude, I had to give him some face.

We walked one after the other on the path, and I squinted at his arrogant and proud appearance, and his face was obviously not much better.

"Do you think it's great to have a beautiful face?" he turned his head, glanced at me, and sneered faintly: "If it weren't for your father's protection, you would have become the plaything of the Jianghu people!"

Anger burned wildly!" Drink ——! "As soon as I have a long body, I have a 'big day like a palm,' which hits him directly in the back of the heart! This palm I have carried ten percent of the internal force, like a torrent, surging and surging, like the Yangtze River draining thousands of miles, and like an ironwood bell, deafening! I deliberately use this most masculine and rigid palm power to let him know that my Miss Yan is not a fragile vase, but a rose with thorns!

However, the knife he had been holding in his arms was unsheathed at some point, and as soon as his wrist was slanted, the blade was behind his back, in front of my palm, and no matter which direction I wanted to change my move, it would be pressed on the blade!

As a last resort, I had no choice but to withdraw my hand, and I was forced to retreat in one move, and my heart was already cold! Could it be that my kung fu is really vulnerable in the rivers and lakes?!

- At least in front of Yun Feiyang, it is vulnerable!

In his ears, he still laughed coldly and sarcastically!

"Beauty is worthless, just like you as a person, you are self-righteous to show off and show off, which is nothing more than squandering your youth!

"Look at your mother, hum, the beauty of the former generation, but when she is old, you are the same, it won't be long before you find that seeing your mother's face is like looking in the mirror!"

"You'll soon be disgusted with your own shell, but you'll never get rid of it until you die. You will find that the capital you used to show off in the past will slowly turn into a pile of worthless garbage!"

He leaned slightly to me, smiled kindly, and said in a soft, gentle, but slow, cruel voice, "You pile of garbage. ”

"You bastard!" I trembled with rage, and my heart was like boiling water, as I watched him smirk and disappear from front of me.

"You're no better! Pretend to be arrogant and cold, and it's not up to your father to decide the big things about marriage? you're not a man at all!" I regretted that I didn't come up with this sentence to hurt him at the time, and hated myself for suffering a loss.

But when I was alone, I remembered his words and began to feel uneasy, and I looked in the mirror, and in the mirror was a panicked face, with a frowning brow, no charming smile, and a look full of fear and confusion, as if I had aged a decade for a moment.

I had doubts about my own beauty, and I had a great fear of aging, and I found myself growing up day by day, but after youth comes aging, like this with my mother, like with my father, like this with everyone, and I am no exception!

I'm so beautiful, why can't I be an exception! It's not fair! It's definitely not fair!

But what if it's not fair?

That night, my father came to ask for my opinion, and it seemed that he was quite dissatisfied with Yun Feiyang, and it was only out of the affection of an old friend that he had to make a show. I agreed to this family business, which made my father a little stunned, but I didn't explain anything, and my father looked at me with confusion in his eyes, but he didn't ask anything.

Maybe my father thinks that I like Yun Feiyang, he is an empathetic person, and he also knows that the mind of a young man can never be elusive, he and his mother were an awkward couple back then, but now they are a harmonious couple.

It is impossible for a person to see through the hearts of others, even his own, at any time.

I don't know why I wanted to marry him, maybe because he was different from those hot suitors, maybe I wanted to conquer him, trample him under my feet, despise him, ridicule him, and regain my self-confidence and self-esteem. Perhaps a part of my heart was moved by him, and although his words were harsh and unreasonable, I could not find a single reason to refute them.

I sat on the edge of the bed, gently stirring the curtain, the candlelight on the table was bright, next to the candlestick, there was my favorite set of tea sets, the room was filled with a faint aroma, the second year of junior high school, today is the second day of junior high school, I am engaged, and soon after, I will marry into Dongyang Yunbao, become someone else's wife, bid farewell to this girlhood boudoir......

The night is deep, my heart has become depressed with the night, during the day, at the engagement banquet, Yun Feiyang's face is still so cold, what is he thinking in his heart?

The candle flame suddenly changed slightly, and the tip of the flame burst out into a small, scattered spark, as if the gunpowder in the firecracker had been sprinkled and ignited in the air, making a very slight 'crackling' sound.

I got up to take a look, but my body suddenly became heavy, and then there seemed to be a tight bowstring in my brain that kept plucking, rising and uncomfortable, and my ears were booming, and I wanted to raise my hand to touch my forehead, but my body fell limply.

A dark shadow floated into the room like a ghost, shot like electricity, tapped my dumb hole, reached out to hold my waist, and gently placed me on the bed.

"Is it a thief?flower thief?or is it ......" My brain is still clear, but the pain is terrible, and my body is as soft as a ball of mud, I know that this must be the ** powder that he sprinkled in the outside and ignited when it was fired, and the medicinal properties are extraordinary!

Our Yanfu, although not as good as the grand occasion of the 'Sword Villa' in the past with three steps and one hero, and five steps and a sword, but up and down, there are nearly 1,000 samurai, with 'ten people pulling' and 'hundred people pulling', all of them are masters with unique skills, and the kung fu under the hands of '100 people pulling' is by no means inferior to ordinary swordsmen on the rivers and lakes. There are organs in the open in the house, and crossbowmen in the dark, if you want to come in, it is more powerful than ascending to the sky, this person can touch my boudoir, and naturally has super-first-class kung fu.

The shadow leaned over at me, his face masked, his face sunk in shadow as his back to the candlelight, and his eyes shone with joy and greed.

"What a beautiful ......" he reached out and gently stroked my face, moving gently, like a baby's mother's hand. However, at this moment, my fear also reached its peak-

"No, don't frown, don't be afraid, that will make you ugly......" he said softly, as if comforting a frightened kitten, and I suddenly heard that his voice was so soft and delicate, could he be ...... Woman?

I peeked into her hand, it was indeed a woman's hand—ten fingers, in the candlelight, a pink that transcended the color of flesh, and my heart calmed a little, after all, the other party was a woman, and I could at least keep my chastity.

However, when her hand rubbed against my face, I felt a strong uneasiness in my heart, could it be that she was a ......

At this moment, she pulled down the black towel covering her face, and at that moment, I felt that my breathing stopped—

That's a very beautiful face, so beautiful that you can't find a flaw, a little flaw, I used to be proud of my face, but when I saw her face, I knew that my beauty was so immature, no charm.

Being so close to such a strong beauty gave me a sense of comfort that I had never felt before, like a wave several feet high that hit me for no reason, soaking me wet. As a woman, I can't even envy her—jealousy always arises among people who are close to me, just as a commoner can never be jealous of the treasures that the emperor has, and I am too far behind her.

She pressed her face against mine, rubbing it gently, like a child and her mother's face, and the strange sensation pulled me out of the enjoyment of beauty, and dragged me into a strange and horrible hell, and then she leaned up, took out a red vial from her bosom, and then slowly and carefully poured the reddish powder from it on my face.

I could smell the powder, it was pleasant. I seldom wear makeup in normal times, because it will hide my beauty and make me vulgar, but I still have a lot of high-quality rouge gouache from all over the country, and when I meet foreign guests, I apply a little to show my dignity.

Is she trying to make up for me? But what is it for?

After she had finished pouring the reddish powder, she took out a delicate little box, as if it were made of sandalwood, beautifully hand-carved, and oozing a faint, ethereal, and occasional fragrance. She opened the lid of the box, carefully took out a soft cotton pad, and gently rubbed it on my face—it was slightly cool, it was wet, and the water on it melted with the pink powder before, and as she carefully wiped it, it quickly penetrated into the skin on my face, which was cool and cool, and there was an indescribable comfort.

Is ......it a beauty product? The doubts in my heart can be said to have risen to the top, looking at her beautiful face, and the gentle action of putting on makeup for me, I even began to suspect that she is the god of beauty in the sky, the lower realm came to pick me up as the most beautiful person in the world, and before going to the heavenly realm, she had to dress me up first, maybe because I was beautiful in the world, but when I got to the sky, it became ordinary? If that's the case, I'd rather not go to the Celestial Realm, where everyone is so beautiful, and I'll just become mediocre and no longer the center of attention......

At this moment, I felt some itching on my face, and then the itch became more and more intense, as if under the skin, there were countless ants gnawing, and like a bunch of earthworms between the skin and the flesh, constantly wriggling, crawling, as if digging a tunnel. Soon, the itch turned into pain, the pain was so intense that the skin on my face bulged up piece by piece, first on the forehead, then on the cheeks, and spread from these large areas to the corners of the eyes, the wings of the nose, etc., and I could even see my eyelids swelling up, bulging into two translucent bubbles, and the blood vessels on the inner wall bulged out like crazy, agitating, struggling outward like a vicious dog desperately trying to escape from the cage!

I couldn't breathe, my mouth was wide open, my throat was 'ho-ho' in the depths of my throat, I was so amazed, frightened and in pain that I couldn't stop spasming, and the acupuncture points on my body were sealed again, and I couldn't move, this pain and torture was simply incomprehensible.

However, the woman in front of me seemed to be very happy, and smiled very strangely, and reached out her hand, and gently pierced the skin of my jaw with her long, sharp nails, and slowly stroked, from left to right, cut a long wound, and then continued upward, from the right ear, to the hairline of the forehead, touching the hairline, across the entire forehead, and then along the left hairline, across the left ear, all the way to the beginning of the jaw, forming a circle.

Immediately after, I felt her nails go between my flesh, and then the whole finger, one, two...... She gently pinched the edge of my cut skin with both hands, carefully and slowly flipped it up, slowly unraveling it......

I finally understood her purpose, she was going to take off my whole face!

**, strange red powder, everything she did was to remove my face!

In an instant, my blood froze! I couldn't believe it, but I couldn't help but believe it! I wanted to close my eyes, but my eyelids didn't listen, I wanted to struggle, but my body couldn't move. Under the intense pain, I watched as the skin on my jaw was slowly lifted, and then my bloodshot lips and nose were ......

Two faceless people

"It's a beauty-seeker!-must be a beauty-seeker!" the father roared angrily and fearfully, one hand on the table, trembling all over. I could see that he was also barely holding on to his own spirits.

In the outhouse, a few bolder maids rescued my mother who had fainted—just now, as soon as she saw my face, she let out a 'whoop' sound, and then fell down, not waking up, and the maids were busy nervously, but no matter who they were, they didn't dare to look at me in the back room, I think, when they saw me for the first time this morning, they were already destined to go through the rest of their lives with fearful memories.

"That female demon, a female demon who has lost her conscience!" said the father through gritted teeth, "It must be her, it must be her!"

"She is a devil who has been rampant on the rivers and lakes for more than ten years! Legend has it that she has no face, is psychologically deformed, and hates those beautiful people, and she has relied on her unparalleled evil skills to travel all over the country, cruelly and mysteriously peeling off the face of beautiful girls, and even the daughters of many heroes and famous swords have not escaped her clutches!"

"For more than ten years, countless girls have been killed, and the nine major sects have joined forces to compile the 'beauty hunt', but to this day, there is still no clue at all, people say that the beauty search will become an eternal unsolved case on the rivers and lakes, an eternal mystery!"

I listened quietly, unusually calm, and my father began to chop up words of comfort that sounded so ridiculous.

If you want to understand a person's pain, you can only be there, and I think that my heart at this moment, like those other girls who have been victimized by the 'beauty seeker', is something that outsiders will never understand, because that state of mind is far from being described by the word 'pain'.

I heard the cry of the outhouse, it was the mother, she woke up, regaining consciousness means reuniting with the pain, watching her baby daughter become this inhuman and ghostly appearance, her heartache can be imagined, but I have a very strong disgust for her crying, I don't need sympathy, I don't need to regret, I don't need comfort!

"Get me out——!" I cried, my voice muffled, strange, and so terrible that I was startled by the loss of my lips.

"Daughter...... "Mother was about to say something," the father went out, "and let her be alone......," he said.

They walked out, and so did the maids.

The people are gone, the house is empty, and my heart is empty.

I picked up the mirror, and it showed a strange, hideous face, crisscrossed with black and red muscles, like roast chicken thighs torn off. The tiny blood vessels were clearly visible, some were blue, some were black, some were red, some were broken, like tattered threads, I thought, probably last night, the bottle of pink powder that the beauty seeker poured on my face played a role in separating the skin, and could make the skin and flesh heal as soon as possible. My eyelids were gone, covered with a thin red film, no eyelashes, nothing, a strange rust color on my whole face, the wound was dry, no longer oozing blood, my lips were gone, my pink gums were exposed, my teeth were still so white, but at the moment it seemed to be completely unbeautiful. Underneath my nose bones were two deep holes, sticky, bloodshot stuff that swelled with my breath like a toad. My hair was still so black and shiny, like a waterfall, but when I put it with my face at this moment, there was an indescribable horror, I felt like a skeleton that had been buried in the ground, rotten for a long time, without flesh and skin, but my hair was still in its place, exuding mildew and a foul smell of rancidity.

People are still my people, my thoughts are still my thoughts, it seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that everything has changed.

I seemed to hear my mother's crying and my father's angry shouts again.

What they deplore is that I have lost my beauty, and without a beautiful face, I can no longer be loved by everyone, and I will no longer be looked at, and what people appreciate and love is only the beautiful skin that once grew on my face!

How many of the people who have come to my house in the past are people who love and appreciate me? And how many of them really know me? No, not a single one! All they value is my pretty face, and if I had been ugly by nature, would anyone have come to me to pay me a lot of courtesy? Or would they have avoided it?

Thinking of the way I used to be proud of my outstanding appearance, I couldn't help but feel sick, looking back, how ignorant and shallow I was at that time!

Now that I have lost my beauty and become indistinguishable, I have awakened and seen through the tricks, what a great irony!

I remembered Yun Feiyang's words, yes, what is the use of my beauty? Are not youth and beauty, as he said, illusory? How childish and ridiculous my self-righteousness and complacency are, and how distressing!

I don't feel that I have lost my beauty, on the contrary, I feel that I have never really had beauty, and that the existence of beauty should bring joy to people, and the joy I have is fake! Looking back, all I see is false compliments, brazen artificiality, and ugliness hidden deep in people's hearts and bones!

When night fell again, I slowly walked down the street wearing a black veil.

I don't feel guilty about saying goodbye without saying goodbye, and letting my parents face me every day is a greater cruelty to them. What's more, now I don't have the heart to think about others, my heart is messed up enough, they can do whatever they like.

My heart is at peace, maybe that's the kind of peace that comes when the pain reaches its limit.

The streets were full of people, some of the vendors were tidying up their stalls and preparing to go home, some were looking and shouting, hoping to sell the last bit of goods, the women were holding their children, and chatting with the big aunt with the basket beside them, the little windmill in the child's hand sometimes turned, sometimes stopped, he blew with his small mouth, and the skin on his face was so delicate and lovely.

The lanterns of the shops on the street shone red brightly, shining on people's faces, and everyone seemed to be red, and I paid special attention to their faces, which had wrinkles, pockmarks, spots, and messy beards, but they all shone with happiness without exception, and happiness in the crow's feet at the corners of the eyes, happiness in the wrinkles on the forehead, and happiness in the flashing eyes.

It turns out that an ugly face can also be so vivid and so beautiful.

Is it the beauty that comes from life?

I do not know. All I know is that joy may never come back to me, and that I am a faceless person.

- I'm a faceless person!

"Your little dish. The man looked at me and placed the plates on the tray one by one on the table, with an unnatural smile on his face that was clearly pretended.

This small shop is located on the outskirts of the city, and it can be regarded as a rural area, maybe it is this kind of small shop, and there are not many people in the rivers and lakes. I was holding a sword and wearing a black veil, which was very reminiscent of a killer or something. The man and the shopkeeper stood at a distance by the outer cabinet, glancing at me from time to time, and behaving in a funny manner.

Who's the funny bottom?

There was no doubt that it was me, because I couldn't get the rice in my mouth through the black veil. It seemed that the shopkeeper, the man, and a few other scattered guests also wanted to see how I was eating, and their eyes wandered around, and they looked at me with a deliberate pretense of looking around, and if my head was twisted in any direction, they immediately avoided it—that action was so stupid and clumsy that they could not imagine that my head was turned to the east, and my eyes could look north through the black veil?

My father and mother used to look at me at home, and every time I ate something, they would smile because eating means growing. The maids and servants were arguing over who served me this dish behind their backs, as if they were happy and glorious when I ate their dishes.

The gaze on my face at the moment was full of curiosity.

I gently removed the black veil.

Curiosity comes at a price, and I get a peculiar sense of pleasure from their panicked expressions and movements, so why can't I show people like that?

I did nothing wrong, but I had to hide from other people's eyes like a mouse?

Except for the shopkeeper and the guys, the small shop was empty in a blink of an eye. However, the two of them actually hugged each other across the counter, and they could see that the guy's pants were darker in color, obviously wet.

I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and even felt a little happy, I picked up the side dishes and put them in my mouth and chewed them, and I thought it tasted really good. It was the first meal I had since I lost my face, and it was so sweet that I never expected it.

There was only a thin layer left on my cheeks, which looked a little loose and bulging after being propped up by the food. Without lips, saliva and chewed vegetable scraps kept flowing out between my teeth, and it was not very convenient to chew, but fortunately, my tongue was still intact, so I tasted this small dish without affecting the taste at all. I tried to unravel myself, but I couldn't help but feel sad.

Looking at the shopkeeper and the guy who were shivering and hugging each other, I had a sense of teasing pleasure, so I slowed down the speed of eating, and looked up at them as I ate.

- It's a nice and fun torture.

"Are you afraid?" I asked.

Both the shopkeeper and the buddy nodded.

"You are all self-inflicted. I chuckled nonchalantly, "Why don't you run, because there is a threat, and running away is the easiest and easiest way to avoid it." ”

"We want to run away too," said the shopkeeper, swallowing and foaming at the door, "like the guests." But this shop is mine. ”

I looked at the man. "I haven't received my salary for this month. The guy said.

I deliberately laughed weirdly: "People like you don't even want your life for money." ”

The guy sighed: "What's the point of keeping a cheap life without money!"

I looked at him, he was very young, obviously the kind of person who was very tired and depressed by life, welcoming customers in this shabby little shop, forcing a smile, and finding nothing to brighten up his life, which had been bleak before it even began.

I shook my hand and threw a gold ingot onto the counter in front of the shopkeeper.

"Take this ingot of gold and leave, this shop will have nothing to do with you, or ......" I reached out and picked up the scabbard, and with a push of internal force, the sword spat out half a foot, and a cold light shone on the shopkeeper's face.

"Ming...... Understood!" The shopkeeper quickly grabbed the ingot of gold and rushed out of the door like a puff of smoke.

The man ran out after him, "Shopkeeper...... work, my wages ......"

I sheathed the sword in my hand and stopped him: "Chase it out like this, what will happen to your store?"

"My shop?"

"It's your shop. ”

"You bought it, but you gave it to me?"

"Even I want to give it to you myself. ”

"You...... Don't you ...... No kidding...... "The guy stepped back in fear, and I grabbed his wrist: "Let's go, let's go to the church!"

The face of Master Guan on the Buddhist shrine was even redder by the red candles, but he was negligent in cleaning, and he looked a little disgraced. The Buddhist shrine has been smoked by incense smoke for many years to turn black and yellow, and a layer of soil has fallen on the carved pattern, and the yellow cloth is placed on both sides, and it is covered with dust.

I knelt down as a man, and knelt down myself.

"What's your name?"

Lu ...... Lu Youcai. ”

"Good. I turned my head to face Master Guan's face, and said in a loud voice: "Emperor Guan is above, today the little woman Yan Shuang and Lu Youcai are married, and they will love each other in the future. ”

I finished kowtowing according to Lu Youcai, went out and closed the door of the store, turned around and covered my face with black gauze again, and took off my clothes one by one until my whole body was **.

My body is still beautiful, flawless, I never thought I was so bold, I was crazy, I thought, I want to be a woman once, give birth to a child, and then die happily, I have lost my beauty, although I am constantly persuading myself, pretending to see through the beauty and ugliness, but I know that in my heart, I have been longing for beauty to come back, but that is never possible.

My beauty, my pride, and my dreams have long since disappeared with my face to the end of the world.

Maybe at the same time, my self-esteem will disappear.

Candlelight flickering.

I closed the bowl and slowly got up, supporting my waist with one hand and my stomach with the other.

The second year of junior high school is another second year of junior high school.

I slowly walked to the bedside, sat down, looked at the candles and tea set on the table, and suddenly felt a very familiar familiarity.

Last year on this day, it was my seventeenth birthday, and on that day, I lost my face and everything I had.

Now, a year later, I am almost ten months pregnant, and I am about to have a child of my own.

In the first half of the year, I went out almost every three or five days, looking for some beautiful women on the street, secretly following them home, and then touching them in at night to knock them unconscious, using a knife to make their faces, and the next day to go to their homes not far from the door to see the excitement, some of the homes are silent, some of the chickens and dogs are jumping, those girls who love to smear powder and wear flowers, and wear beautiful red, green, and green clothes will never dare to go to the street again, they are afraid that others will look at their rotten faces, afraid that they will not be able to get married, dare not look in the mirror and dare not wash their faces, and the bold will commit suicide, and they will simply seek death if they have no energy, I experience extraordinary happiness in this kind of game, so that a woman loses her proud beauty, it turns out that it is so comfortable and happy, they should wake up, their beauty is worthless, and I used to be the same, we have and are about to lose together, only an elusive, real and illusory youth and a face that will grow old and ugly sooner or later, the sooner you ruin your beauty, the sooner you wake up, so that you can be honest and do your duty, and really see yourself.

At the corner of the street, I smiled and watched as the officials of the government dangled like headless flies, eating the public house, and eating the public house, they gave the women who had their faces scratched and hanged themselves, and squatted in the city gate tower with a bitter face and pulled the heads of the people entering the city with green trousers and scimitars to look for the suspects, just like and klang pulling dung balls. They can't find me, no one can find me, and the people in the rivers and lakes have heard about it, they think that the one who does this is still looking for beauty, and they think that they are smart enough to think that the beauty seeker has changed their tastes, not to uncover people's faces again, but to scratch that face, to tell the truth, now I have envied the beauty seeker, she has the kind of medicine that makes people peel off their faces, and they can use the peeled faces as a collection. And I, with a lot of effort, couldn't reveal a complete human face, so I had to scratch their faces.

I had talented children, but I continued to make a living, until I was pregnant, I stayed at home and stopped going out, I was out doing business in the store, I sat all day, and in boredom I began to recall my life again, I thought of my beauty, I remembered what I did, I changed from a fairy to a devil, from having beauty to losing beauty, from losing beauty to hating beauty, from hating beauty to revenge beauty, I turned my thoughts into actions, and this action made the people who had beauty panic, and their panic made me more proud, how stupid they were, what a beauty, people only like your beauty, not your people, don't you understand? ？

Sometimes I feel that I have lost my peerless beauty and become a saint who can see through everything, but sometimes I still can't help but think: how nice it would be if my face had not been removed. Oh my God, if there is any Taoist priest in this world who can make people's souls leave the body, I must find him, no matter how much it costs, to let me leave my current body, even if it will be attached to a pig in the future, so that I will not think, I will not feel inferior and lost because of my ugliness, maybe I don't know how to distinguish beauty is the happiest, no matter what it is. So I found out that everything I thought about was to find relief for myself, hating beauty because I was jealous of beauty, destroying beauty because I could no longer get beauty, and I was still so obsessed with beauty.

With a squeak, Youcai walked in with a basin of hot water.

"The door is closed?" I asked.

"It's off. He replied in his usual flat tone and walked over to me.

"Accounts?"

"That's right. "He put the basin in front of me and began to take off my socks for me.

The socks were off, and my feet were as delicate and cute as ever, and he gently stroked the water on my feet to get me used to the heat. The water was a little hot, and his fingers were a little red.

"Talented. ”

"Huh?"

"Do you hate me?"

"Hate. ”

I smiled, he was an honest man throughout.

With his honest duty, in the past year, he has run the small shop prosperously, with old customers coming often, new customers constantly, and he has become famous far and wide.

"Do you want to kill me and marry another one?"

"No, I want to. ”

"What do you mean by not wanting to, wanting to?"

"I don't want to kill you, but I want to marry another one. ”

"Why?"

"I don't want to kill anyone, let alone your wife. ”

"I forced you to marry me, don't you hate me?"

"But you are already my wife, I can't kill my own relatives, and no one wants to kill them. ”

"Can't or don't want to?"

"Neither want to, cannot. ”

"Why do you want to marry again?"

"Not why. ”

I kicked the basin over, and the water splashed him all over the face: "No, why?"

"I'm going to wash my face. He wiped the stains on his face with his sleeve and turned to pick up the basin.

"Stop!" I snorted, and he stood there motionless.

"You're because of my face!?"

After a while, he stammered: "Your face, I didn't care, my dead mother said, ugly wife and brother's family treasure, the corrupt son and the girl hurt people, I ...... I'm afraid that the child will be born, and my face will ...... ...... same as you."

I smiled wryly.

"My face was murdered. ”

"So, our boys......" he turned to look at me.

"He's going to be healthy. After hearing my words, Youcai let out a long breath.

"Ah," he looked at me, as if he had just come back to his senses in shock: "I should have thought that you were carrying a sword, probably a man in the rivers and lakes, and a chivalrous woman, who was ruined by someone, so you despised yourself to marry me......"

"And who did you think of me before?"

"Of course it's a monster......" Youcai blushed: "I bought a small shop and gave it to me, and married me, and then the business somehow became more and more prosperous......"

"You think I'm a white lady?"

"Poor...... Almost. He blushed and lowered his head.

"It turns out that I married an idiot. I sighed: "A lovely idiot. ”

Youcai is a good husband, he knows how to be considerate and take care of people, if a woman can marry him, she will definitely live a dull and comfortable life for a lifetime.

I was still ready to leave him to die after giving birth to a child, I used to think this way because I didn't want to stay as a woman and regret not having children, but now I think about it completely for his future happiness. He has been very good to me for a year, and I have nothing to fault with him, but he never dared to look me in the face, and I think that may be the reason why I don't have the courage to live with him for a long time.

Everything was forced, he didn't get freedom and happiness, he deserved everything he deserved as a human being. At first, because of my frustration and pain, I used him as a tool to fulfill his wishes, but I was wrong, I couldn't be wrong any more, and I ruined his life.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from my abdomen, as if something was tearing inside, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on my body.

Three, walk through the sunset

"To ...... Gave birth to ......"

"What ......"

"Go to the midwife......

I ran out in a panic, my hands grabbed the edge of the bed, I felt my lower body wet and wet, the candlelight in front of me was blurred, the intense pain and helpless emptiness hit me like a tide, and I felt chills all over my body.

"Talented...... "Now I feel that I really need him, even if it's just holding his hand." Seeing his simple and honest face, the pain in my body seemed to be alleviated.

Now I am not afraid of pain, which can only bring me joy, and my wish will be fulfilled! My child, male or female, will be the greatest treasure I have brought to this world, he is a life, a miracle, and everything that man has created in this world is lifeless and lifeless! Only a woman can bring a living life to this world! He is connected to my flesh and blood, and he is in my body, never separated from me, and he suffers and rejoices with me! He is about to be born, this is a parting with me, and another reunion! We have not met since October, but we have already been in touch, and now we are about to meet for the first time in this night! I am proud of him, and I am proud of myself!

The midwife rushed in in a hurry, and when she saw me, she immediately seemed to have swallowed six toads, her eyes widened, and she was stunned for a moment, and then she ran out of the door, shouting like crazy: "Zombies ——! monsters! Zombies give birth to ——! children."

Then I remembered that I usually don't see guests, and when I go out at night, I wear a black veil, and my neighbors don't see my face. Today at home, I didn't wear anything!

It didn't take much effort, and there was a noisy voice outside: "Where is the monster?"

"Where's the house!" was the voice of the midwife, and then there was talent: "She's not, she's my wife!"

"Your wife is a monster!" "She's not!" "What are you doing?" "Hold him!" "Go into the house and catch him!"

As I spoke, more than a dozen men rushed in, and when they saw me, they were startled, and one of them was bolder, and shouted: "Dog blood!" Immediately a person next to me carried a bucket of dog blood and splashed it at me, I had pain in my abdomen, I had no strength, I was splashed, the smell was unpleasant, I wanted to vomit, I wanted to touch the sword hanging by the bed, but I was entangled by a broken net.

At the same time the man shouted, and several men came to me with hooks and poles, and the hooks hung on my clothes, and at once pulled me to the ground, and one of the sharp hooks used by the butcher to hang the pork pierced my shoulder blades, and I screamed, and they dragged me out, and my stomach rubbed on the ground in even greater pain, and every time I crossed the threshold, it was as if I had been struck by a sledgehammer, and I screamed.

When I was dragged into the yard, I saw Youcai being pressed against the wall by several men, crying desperately, and when he saw me being dragged out, he rushed forward like crazy, but was immediately pressed to the ground by the men, pressed on it, and one of his bruised hands stretched out desperately from the crowd, shouting, "Wife——!! Both sides were already full of people, some helping to light the lanterns, some holding their hands in their sleeves, and some looking at me with their eyes turned sideways to talk to the people around them.

"She's not a monster! she's not!" I could tell from the hoarse voice of the talented man that he was desperate.

"Hold him down!" he was fascinated!" "Talented!" "Tomorrow I will invite a Taoist priest to solve my problems!"

"Youcai——!" I turned my head and called out to him, and then I realized how much I needed him! However, my body was still dragged forward by several hook poles, and my hair was stuck together with dog blood, and my face, which had lost its face, was stained with dog blood, dripping down my jaw, and leaving a wide, shocking line of blood on the ground that was dragged over, and the onlookers watched indifferently, and some children even scooped some dung juice with rotten scoops, splashed it on me, turned and ran away, and giggled.

"It's really a youkai!" the people chattered. "If you have a child for a lifetime, you will show your original form!" "Look at her ...... face" "It's really ugly ......"

I couldn't struggle, so I rolled over as best I could, so I was dragged down the street. Behind is a group of people watching the excitement, and the children are jumping and clapping their hands, as if they are celebrating a festival.

Another wave of intense pain came from my abdomen, and I began to struggle desperately, but to no avail, "uh...... Not...... Not...... Uh——! "I moaned and screamed out of nowhere, and I felt that the child was about to come out, and he was coming out!"

My belt was probably worn off because of the dragging on the ground, and my cotton pants gradually faded away from me, the stone ballast on the ground stung my body, and the leg was cut, and the moon in the sky ignored the evil that was happening, and still showed her cruel tenderness to the world, and the eyes were full of indifference, resentment, curse, and spit, and the red lanterns that were raised reflected the hideous and terrible faces of the people, and I closed my eyes in pain. '...... ...... 'I feel like my body is being stretched apart'...... I ......opened my eyes, and blood poured out of my lower body, and I could already see the child's head and half of his body.

"Stop! Don't put it off any longer! Please!" but my crazy voice was nothing more than a ghost's scream to them. I was still dragged forward by death, like a brush dipped in blood, with the dragging, leaving a long stain of bright red blood on the ground, the dog blood on my body was almost dry, now the blood brushed on the ground came completely from my body, the pain made me keep moving, I felt like something in my stomach was constantly pulling, a pull was a thrill.

With a 'chirp', the child was finally born and fell to the cold ground. His wet head was covered with slime, my blood and dog blood, and as soon as he hit the ground, he cried out, and my heart seemed to be filled with joy all at once, and I felt that life was so full and beautiful, that was my child!

However, the people still dragged me mercilessly, kept moving forward, the child lay on the ground, only the uncut umbilical cord held us together, and soon the umbilical cord dragged the child to roll on the ground, and he cried even harder, and the people who followed him with lanterns, picked up stones and threw them at me and the children who were dragging on the ground, shouting, 'Kill the goblin', I kept struggling, crying, but it was useless, the child's immature body was born, and it was ruthlessly devastated! Oh my God——!

The sin of the four beauties

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a soft light.

"My child, my child!" I felt dizzy as soon as I sat up.

"Are you awake?" a soft voice sounded, and a woman sat at the table a few steps away.

Her voice was so good, she was not too young, the wrinkles on her face were criss-crossed, each one as if it had been carved deep into the bone with a knife, her eyebrows were almost bald, leaving two lines of flesh, like ugly little mud dams made of children, and the two eyes were still young, sunken deep in the sockets, shining with a smart light.

It was a small but delicate room, I was lying on a bed, the curtains on both sides were hung with bamboo hooks, my body was covered with a white satin quilt, the banner hung on the opposite wall, and on the table in the center of the room was an oil lamp, embroidered with lotus flowers, which were faintly outlined by the light.

The woman's face was wrinkled in this soft light, casting deep and shallow shadows, which looked even more eerie.

"What about my child?"

"Dead. She sighed: "They thought you were dead, so they threw you to the mass grave, and the child died, and I cut the umbilical cord and brought you back." ”

"Dead ......"

"They were afraid that the child would not die, so they gave him a few sticks. ”

"No——!" I cried as I covered my head, tears falling on the white brocade quilt, leaving a little red spot.

"Where is he? I want to see him whether he lives or dies!" I lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, but my whole body was in a hot pain, and the woman came up to me and pressed my body and said, "You are very weak now, you should have a good rest." She turned around and took a bowl of thin porridge: "Drink it, so that you can have strength." ”

"No...... I can't drink it. ”

"I cooked it for you. You've just given birth, and your shoulder is injured and you're bleeding a lot, so you need to take care of it. She squinted: "Could it be that if I rescued you, you will die again?" ”

I looked at the ugly but very kind old woman in front of me, and my heart was moved, so I reached out to take the bowl of porridge, and I suddenly found that her hands were so delicate and so white, like a teenage girl.

"Your hand ......"

"Very well maintained, isn't it?" she smiled as she placed the bowl in my hand, but I always felt that it was beautiful and somewhat familiar.

She smiled and rubbed her two hands together: "My hands, every night, I have to wash them with hot water first, then soak them in warm milk for less than half an hour, and then wash them and coat them with a thin layer of acacia nectar, and wait for the honey to dry ......."

"You're a beauty-" I exclaimed, and at the same time, the six major holes on my body had been sealed by the old woman in front of me with a lightning-fast technique.

The bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

Those hands!

I finally remembered those hands! the same hands that had rubbed softly against my face in that dark night, in the candlelight, and it was the same hands that had cruelly and vividly peeled off my face!

She is the culprit of all my misfortunes!

"Do you remember me?"

As if ignoring my angry gaze, she looked at the broken bowls on the floor, pink porridge splattered all over the floor, some splashing on the edge of her white orchid-embroidered skirt. She frowned slightly.

"It's a pity...... she said lightly, "you just threw away one of your son's legs with such an understatement." ”

"My son?" I suddenly realized what she meant, looking at the pink porridge on the ground.

"You brute! why? Why ——!?"

"For you, of course. She was unmoved in the face of my screams: "The newborn child's body is the most nourishing, anyway, it is a waste to let the wolf cat and wild dog eat it, why not let him be filial to your mother?"

"Livestock! Livestock——!

She watched and listened to my shouting, glaring, and cursing, as if she were a calm wise man, and I was a madman.

"Do you think animals are dirty, dirty, and shameless? You are wrong. Animals have always been hard-working, gentle, honest and loyal, and the really dirty and shameless are people! Your son was not killed by me, but by those people! Look what they have done to you?! You must be very nostalgic for the way you used to be? You are beautiful, you are beautiful, everyone is impressed by your beauty, and they bow down at your feet, but what has happened to you who has lost your beauty? You are looked down upon, and you are cruelly persecuted as a ghost! Wherever you go, you are followed only by the vicious and vicious people A gaze full of disgust!"

"Man can distinguish beauty and ugliness because he has thoughts, but this is the greatest sin of mankind, it makes the beautiful man high, and the ugly man can only be secretly sad, there is no fairness at all, and some are just mockery of the god of fate!" she put her arm around my shoulder: " Do you know that when you went to draw those beautiful faces at night, I was always by your side to protect you, I knew that you realized the sin of beauty at that time, and you set your hands to destroy it, so that those shallow and ignorant women could realize their true selves, and you did the right thing, you did not push them into the fire, but led them to the right path, just like when I removed your face, if not, how can you really understand what is the right life, and what kind of evil is hidden behind beauty?"

I closed my eyes in agony, my mind was in turmoil, and I knew I was caught in a vortex from which I could not extricate myself, a logical trap from which I could not start:

If you want to have beauty again, you don't really understand beauty, and if you really understand beauty, you won't have beauty anymore, if you want to have beauty again, you don't really understand beauty, and if you really understand beauty, you will never want to have beauty again!

It was a strange and delicate trap, chaotic and philosophical, a never-ending torment, a paradox, a rough rope with one end tied to one's wrist and the other in a round knot, thrown over the beams and hanging down, looped around one's neck.

If beauty is really sinful and unjust, then why have people kept singing about it, praising it, and writing so many immortal poems for it for thousands of years?

"You're right. "I opened my eyes.

She looked at me with joy in her eyes: "You've finally figured it out!"

"yes. I sighed and replied, thinking: I don't know if I am a defender or a destroyer of beauty, I am a defender when I have beauty, I am a destroyer when I lose beauty! I have lost beauty, this is a fact that can never be changed, I can never defend my beauty again, all I can do is destroy beauty! Destroy the beauty of others!

"All my pain is because of beauty, and I hate it. ”

Beauty will not bring real joy to those who have it, but it can bring bitter pain to those who do not have it, the existence of beauty makes the world no longer equal, and having the concept of beauty and ugliness is the greatest sin of man!

After recuperation, I regained my health and became a companion of the beauty seeker, who taught me how to make the pink powder, so I touched the boudoir of other beautiful women just as she touched my boudoir back then, and poured the medicine on their faces, and lived it. Cruelly peel off their faces, until I find that I am pregnant with a deep despair of people in my heart and bones, no matter how many beautiful people's faces we reveal, people will not change their original intentions, to like ugly people, and ugly people will always have a kind of pain of loss, there are many things in this world that can be obtained through hard work, but beauty, but can only be longed for forever and cannot be obtained.

I secretly saw that the beauty seeker was alone with another white powder to glue the beauty face that was peeled off on her face, and kept looking at the mirror, the effect of the medicine powder was very magical, and the face seemed to really grow on her face, I thought, when she went to uncover my face, she used this method to change the face, but it didn't last long.

When the faces of the beautiful young girls who once belonged to other young girls stuck to the faces of the beauty-seekers, she smiled with satisfaction in the mirror, just like a little girl who got the rag doll she dreamed of, but when the medicine passed and the face fell off mercilessly, she would be sad, depressed, disappointed and sad. I have always suspected that destroying other people's beauty is not her real purpose, what she really wants is to have a beautiful face, she hates beauty so much, and in the end she can't escape the temptation of beauty.

Under the guidance of her radical thoughts, she took off my face and opened the prelude to my painful life, but in the end, did she hurt me, or did beauty hurt her? Or did beauty unconsciously harm everyone in the world?

I understand, everything understands, this is an endless reincarnation, it is a hell that is always tormenting, I finally decided to leave her, I will not want to die again, because I have learned the preciousness of life, I want to find a talent, and he will leave this place with him, and go to live in the deep mountains where no one lives, where there is a temple of freedom, there is no praise and compliment of beauty, there is no ridicule and ridicule of ugliness, there is only the muddled and solid love between us, we will nurture the next child with all our hearts, and often recall the previous child, and spend our lives happily。

When I walked up the street not far from my home with a black veil full of longing, ready to run towards that happy and beautiful life with Youcai, I heard the sound of drums, firecrackers and people's laughter, and the small shop was hung with colors and red happy words,—— Youcai got married.

I could barely move my steps, I looked at the people in the shop through the black veil, their faces were full of laughter, as if the earth was full of sunshine, and the talented and the bride wearing a red hijab were kneeling in front of the Buddha altar, I could only see their backs, but I could see the sweetness and happiness on their faces.

I said to myself: He deserves to live such a happy life, everything between us should have ended a long time ago, and in his heart, I am already dead, so why bother him again?

I turned around and walked forward silently, a tingling in my heart, very unpleasant, no matter what, he is my man, the man I once gave ** and soul to, a part of me remains in him, will never be separated, I feel that walking on the street is an incomplete self, a broken woman.

I walked distractedly, street after street, and hurried past me with the faces of strangers, and gradually, the road was gone, and the sun was red, big, and about to set.

"Okay......" I felt something tugging at my ankle and shaking weakly.

I looked down at a pale and thin hand, with protruding knuckles, and looked down at my mud-covered arm, with a disheveled head hanging from between the tattered clothes, and eyes looking at me slanted through the gaps in my hair, mixed with a lot of scraps of paper and dirt, and it looked disgusting.

I kicked the hand away, and the beggar rolled over and lay crookedly on the ground, his face rotten like a pile of mud, without a good piece of meat, but still smiling disgustingly and eerily: "Okay...... good"

"You pile of garbage!" I continued forward, and the beggar's laugh came from behind me, "What?" 'You pile of garbage?' hahahaha...... What a nostalgic phrase! I used to talk about others, but now others use it to talk about me! Retribution! Retribution! Hahaha......"

I stopped abruptly and looked back at him.

"Flying clouds?"

When the beggar heard the name, his laughter stopped abruptly, and his trembling body suddenly stopped: "You...... How do you know who I am?"

"Sure enough, it's him!" I walked over and crouched down and said, "How did you end up like this?"

"What does this look like?" he suddenly laughed mockingly in a long voice: "What's wrong with this look? At least it makes me see myself clearly! The madness, arrogance and impulsiveness of young people make me like an idiot, and I actually challenge the 'number one killer'...... Hey, who are you?"

I took off the black veil.

"You ......" he pointed to my face, shaking his fingers as if he remembered something, but he didn't dare to confirm it, and his eyes blinked.

I shook his hand and smiled, "Remember what you said? My beauty is a pile of worthless garbage." ”

"It's really you! you...... You pile of garbage!" smiled bitterly and happily on his festering face.

"You bastard!" I laughed and picked him up, "How's it going? My fiancé, hungry?"

"Yes, my fiancée, now I'm going to invite you to dinner!"

"Come on, you're inviting me, asking me to eat your meat?"

"Oh!" he smiled and hung his head, spitting, "You pile of garbage!"

"Oooh!" I laughed sheepishly, "you bastard!"

We just talked and laughed, holding each other and walking across the sunset.