"Do you want your uncle to rub your back?"

With that strong force, the toilet door actually moved open a crack.

Xixi quickly blocked it with all her strength, trembling all over: "Don't do anything stupid! I, I'll call my mom."

"Uncle is just joking with you, don't take it seriously, just wash yours."

Fortunately, she really had the habit of carrying a cell phone with her, so she quickly called her mother and asked her to come back.

After that, such verbal harassment continued frequently when her mother was not around.

Finally, one day, she took advantage of her husband going out to drive the trailer and mustered up the courage to talk to her mother who was cooking.

"Uncle Qiang tried to peek at me taking a bath several times."

My mother smiled and said, "That's impossible. Your uncle Aqiang didn't have much education and he was tired from driving. He might not have noticed that there was someone in the toilet. A few days ago, your uncle Aqiang transferred 5,000 yuan to me and asked me to take you to eat something good. He treats you like his own daughter."

"Mom, everything I said is true."

"You must have misunderstood. Don't think too much about it. Mom will ask someone to fix the toilet door."

Her mother didn't believe her, and there was nothing she could do.

If the man comes home, she will try to stay with her mother.

But one time, her mother happened to go out to buy groceries and the man came home.

Out of politeness, she called someone, then hurried back to her room, locked the door, and painted alone.

However, there was a sound of the door of the room being unlocked.

She turned around and looked at the locked door that was opened with the key in surprise.

"I rented this house. Which room don't I have the key to? Sissi, uncle was worried that you might lock yourself in the room and commit suicide, so I opened the door without permission." The man approached.

She hurriedly stood up from the chair, and the legs of the chair slid on the ground, making a sharp "sizzling" sound.

"You, you go out, I just want to paint by myself."

"Where did your mother go?"

Xixi's hand holding the paintbrush was shaking, "My mother will be back soon."

"Stop lying to me, she went to buy groceries and won't be back for a while." The man pounced on her.

It is clearly a revolving memory, but people seem to be born with a third-person perspective. In their memory, they will automatically create a picture from a God's perspective.

Tie Qiang's big palm is rough from driving all year round, and the bones of his hands are painful.

Straight knife, there was a "click" sound of unlocking the door, and the man who failed to succeed hurriedly got up and went out, not forgetting to close the door quickly.

Sissi hugged herself tightly.

After the treatment, thoughts of suicide that she hadn't had for a long time came back to her mind.

She has always been afraid of pain, so she chose the quietest way to leave, sleeping pills.

But he was discovered in time by his mother and saved.

From then on, there was an extra surveillance camera in her room, for fear that something unexpected might happen to her at any time.

Later, her story became a hot topic and official people found her. She felt that the light of justice seemed to be gradually shining on her.

She also had a video call with her favorite idol and made an appointment with her sister to go to the concert next week.

She... originally thought that the surveillance camera in the room was to protect herself.

In this way, the man would not dare to do anything wrong.

Until this time when the man came back and took advantage of the time when my mother went out to buy groceries, he raped her and said, "You are wearing so little in the room, isn't it just to seduce me? I asked your mother to install the surveillance camera, but your mother, that idiot, doesn't know how to watch the surveillance camera. I will just look at you when I go out to drive."

She cried in her room until her mother came back, and she ran out to tell her mother.

The bruises on her body are all evidence.

The man sitting on the sofa, with his legs crossed, was cracking melon seeds nonchalantly.

Her mother slapped her in the face and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Your uncle Aqiang treats you like his own daughter. He transferred 10,000 yuan to me before he came back today and asked me to buy you something delicious. You must have taken too much medicine and haven't woken up yet, so you are hallucinating."

Xixi covered her face, a bloody taste rose in her throat, and she choked and said, "Mom, what I said is true, it's all true."

"Go back to your room!" Mom yelled at her and pushed her into the room.

The last memory is lack of trust, a dead heart, a letter written in tears and placed together with the concert ticket, and a resolute desire to die.

It hurts. It hurts a lot.

Xu Qingzhi gathered his thoughts and withdrew his hand. The eyes that Aunt Ren Xiu could not close no matter how hard she stroked them, now closed tightly.

She opened the drawer of the desk beside her, and two concert tickets and a letter were lying there quietly.

She already knew the contents of the letter from her memory, but she still unfolded it carefully and read the extremely brief sentence.

——I’m sorry, sister, I broke my promise. (End of this chapter)