Your eyes, which had always been like those of a dead fish, blinked.
Yes, as long as you're alive, you'll always find a way out.
You accept the thousand yuan from your boss, which, together with the money you've saved over the years, brings you to 1523.5.
You hugged your boss, a complete stranger, yet she encouraged you to live for yourself.
You packed all your belongings and pushed open the door.
Your steps quicken, the setting sun shines on your face as you run freely through the rice paddies, a smile spreading across your face.
The wind carries away the fine tears at the corners of your eyes, but this time it's because of the happiness of heading towards a new life.
You were two months away from turning 18, and you survived those two months on just over a thousand yuan. After that, with two years of work experience, you successfully got a job in a factory.
You bought a mobile phone first, and then inquired about the adult college entrance examination.
You must run, run far, far away.
A degree is a stepping stone. Last time your parents called to ask for money, they mentioned that your cousin Su Xingran got into university. Their words were full of envy for her, making you feel worthless.
It's ridiculous that they broke your wings and then blamed you for not being able to fly.
After buying essential living items, use all your salary to buy books, and save the rest.
The factory is really not a good learning environment; you'll be ridiculed countless times by those coming and going.
They mostly said you were just putting on an act. If you were really studying hard, why would you be working in a place like this?
Of course, there are also people who want to be your friends. You are no longer as thin and pale as before, and you look somewhat like your mother when she was young. Naturally, this has attracted many people with ill intentions, but they have all been deterred by your cold attitude.
The journey has been so arduous that you've become distrustful of everyone.
Looking back on the past, you'll always be licking your wounds alone.
You're not very smart. You've been out of school for too long, and you ended up getting into a vocational school.
You comfort yourself by thinking that you can still transfer to a four-year university program.
Yes, as long as you're alive, there's hope.
You look up at the moonlight outside the dormitory. You're twenty this year, and everything is getting better.
One day, suddenly, an uncle from your hometown who helped bury your maternal grandmother calls you and says that your mother is seriously ill and wants to see you one last time before she dies.
You resolutely refused. You remember clearly how she treated you and your grandmother; it's etched into your very bones.
But the uncle kept persuading her, "Your mother is wrong, but you are mother and daughter, blood is thicker than water, and you are connected by blood."
"She's not my mother!" You've never felt such anger in your life, or perhaps it's always been there, but you've suppressed it for a long time.
You can imagine how your mother wouldn't want to see your grandmother if she became like that.
If you do the same things as her, won't you become like her?
You laughed, laughed until tears welled up in your eyes. You and she really are mother and daughter, both so cold-blooded and ruthless towards their own mothers.
I came here based on the address given by that uncle.
Push open the door.
Mom has aged so much, you almost didn't recognize her.
But your gaze shifts and lands on a man who is about thirty years old, but looks and has the build of a fifty-year-old.
The mother spoke first, "Sit down and have a chat with your fiancé."
After Mom finished speaking, she exchanged a glance with Dad, who was sitting above her.
You observe their silent communication and realize they are trying to sell you out.
Treat you the same way you treated your mother.
Being good-looking is not always a good thing, especially when you have no power or influence, or even no one to back you up.
You try to leave, but that disgusting-looking man steps forward and subdues you.
His parents came to help him, saying it was for his own good while their hands kept moving.
Until you threaten that the police will arrive immediately and that they are illegally detaining and trafficking women.
Your face betrayed undisguised excitement. "Did you really think I wasn't on guard?"
Your parents are clearly not afraid at all. "It's only natural for parents to discipline their daughters. It's the parents' decision and the matchmaker's word. Whoever I tell you to marry, you have to marry. What right do the police have to interfere with me?"
But the man was scared and ran away in a flash.
When the police arrived, your parents stuck to their old logic: "I'm disciplining my daughter; no matter how powerful you police are, you can't touch me."
You really wanted to send them straight to jail, but without causing any real harm, you ended up just giving them a half-hearted lesson.
You start your life anew, working part-time while preparing for your bachelor's degree entrance exam.
Two years later, at the end of the year, you were returning to your rented apartment after get off work.
A car pulls up beside you, and a strange man gets out. You become wary.
Sure enough, the man walked straight towards you, trying to get you into the car. You struggled desperately, attacking his waist and abdomen repeatedly.
Another person got out of the car and restrained your hands and feet. You felt dizzy and disoriented, and after the dizziness subsided, you found yourself in an unfamiliar room.
You try to break free from the restraints on your wrists, but of course it's no use.
Fortunately, you always had a sense of crisis. With great effort, you took out a small knife that looked like a key from your pocket and began to cut the rope little by little.
A few minutes later, the strange man entered the house.
Calmly tell him that this is illegal and release him before anything happens, otherwise it will be too late.
The man laughed and said, "You little girl, threatening me? I know whether I've broken the law or not. Your parents married you off to me and accepted the bride price. How I treat my wife is all legal, isn't it?"
After he finished speaking, he dialed your parents' number. He greeted them, and your father's voice came through, "Our daughter has been unruly since she was little. A few years ago, when we tried to get her married, she called the police and had us arrested. We'll have to trouble you to teach her a lesson."
If you angrily question them about what they want and what money they need, you can give it to them.
Your mom also said, "Oh dear, you really should thank your cousin. The man she introduced you to is one of the best."
You glanced at this man; he was ugly, bald, and looked terrible. If he were so good, why didn't she marry him herself?
The man hung up the phone gleefully, "Did you hear that? Your parents have agreed to the marriage, so you'd better just go along with it..."
Where do they live now?
Your sudden question startled the man, who replied that he still lived in the same place.
Thanks.
You smiled, and before he could even figure out what those words meant, he couldn't smile anymore.
Because the man had a sharp knife stuck in his neck, he stared at you with wide eyes, as if asking, "How dare you?"
You expressionlessly pull out the knife, and blood gushes out instantly.
The man fell to the ground, convulsed for a few minutes, and then fell silent.
You know exactly where a person's arteries are, so you carry a knife with you at all times.
This is also thanks to your ever-present desire to die.
Looking at that corpse and the knife, if you turn yourself in to the police now, the law will consider the circumstances and sentence you to a few years in prison.
But why should I?!
Why are your parents, the culprits and those who benefited from the system, still living well, while you have had your life ruined because of them?
You strolled to the bathroom and washed the dirt off your face and hands.
He grabbed the knife and pushed open the door.
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