If Ma Facai wanted a pair of leather shoes, her parents would borrow money from all over the place, even if they didn't have any, to buy them for her. But when her clothes were torn, her parents wouldn't even glance at them.
She glanced at the shoes she was wearing; her big toe was sticking out. She had been wearing these shoes for three years; they were the ones Ma Facai didn't want anymore.
The more she thought about it, the sadder she felt. Ma Mei understood the difference between all of this, but she still couldn't accept it and had endured it until today.
Perhaps she never had any parental ties; she forced something that didn't belong to her.
With a heavy heart, Ma Mei looked at the room she had lived in for over a decade, then closed her eyes and shut the door.
They don't care about her, so why should she care about them?
Just as she reached the courtyard gate and was about to leave, Ma Mei stopped and turned her gaze towards the room where her parents and Ma Facai lived.
She wasn't the one who did anything wrong, so why should she leave so easily?
The seed had been planted. Without a care in the world, Ma Mei walked towards her father's room, pushed open the door, and went inside.
Ma Mei realized for the first time that a room could be both stuffy and spacious.
Ma Mei's room is really big, many times bigger than her woodshed.
If she had time, Ma Mei would like to lie down for a while, but she knew there wasn't any extra time for her.
Ma Mei spent a long time with Ma's parents and found many good things inside.
She had never seen nice clothes, tasted milk candy, drunk malted milk powder, or touched white flour before; she assumed her family didn't have them.
After all, her parents often complained about being poor, but who would have thought that she was the only one who was truly poor?
She carried everything she needed into the yard, then went into her parents' room carrying an axe. What she couldn't have, they couldn't have either.
If you're poor, then stay poor. Don't let poverty mask your well-being with the facade of basic sustenance.
The rooms of Ma's parents were destroyed; only Ma Facai's room remained.
Pushing the door open, Ma Mei realized she had underestimated the extent of her parents' favoritism. Compared to her parents' room, Ma Facai's room could only be described as luxurious.
Look at that row of new clothes and pants, and there are several pairs of shoes. Just a casual glance at them, and they all cost tens of yuan.
Yes, that's right, how come she can't see it clearly!
How could the Ma family be poor if they could arrange a marriage with the Jiang family? Saying they were poor was just an act to show her; they simply didn't want to give her anything more.
Having endured enough hardship, wouldn't a little kindness or favor be enough to make her completely devoted to her family?
Tears streamed down her face as Ma Mei sobbed as she packed up Ma Facai's belongings.
It's okay, they won't have anything to do with each other anymore.
Everything in Ma Facai's room was taken away; anything that couldn't be taken was destroyed by Ma Mei. There was another room next door.
Ma Mei wasn't spared either. Her parents had told her before that the empty room was for their precious grandson.
Look, Ma Facai's wife is nowhere to be seen; all she can think about is her grandson.
For more than a decade, they preferred to leave the room empty rather than let her live there.
The axe struck, breaking the lock. He slowly pushed the door open and went inside.
The room was really big, almost the same size as Mr. and Mrs. Ma's room. There was also a large bed inside, which looked very comfortable.
The more comfortable something is, the more of a joke it seems to Ma Mei.
It was still ruined; all the rooms were destroyed. Only then did the injustice in my heart feel somewhat better. Looking at the mountain of treasures piled up in the courtyard...
Ma Mei put all the important things in her pockets, packed the rest in a bed sheet, and dragged it on the ground to take it with her.
She knew where to find recycling centers; Ma Facai's clothes and shoes looked brand new, and they'd definitely fetch a good price if sold there.
Long tracks were left on the ground. Ma Mei was tired but also excited.
The money in her arms belonged to Ma's parents and was also her household registration document. It's funny to think about it now, all to prevent her from getting her hands on anything from the family.
Mr. and Mrs. Ma retrieved her household registration certificate and registered it at the local neighborhood office. They used to be sad, but now they're only happy.
Because she got the household registration and had money, she was free.
The taste of freedom is wonderful. Taking a long breath, Ma Mei felt completely relaxed. All the things she had hesitated to do before, she did in this moment.
Compared to feeling uneasy and having difficulty making a decision, doing it was a relief for Ma Mei.
Feeling relieved, thinking of the system she was bound to, Ma Mei called out twice, but received no response. A look of surprise and delight appeared on her face.
If she's gone, does that mean this broken system can't control her anymore?
Upon entering Ma's parents' room, Ma Mei discovered something she had never seen before; she realized a truth.
Actually, her jealousy of Li Yiyi is really ridiculous.
The reason for her unhappy life is Ma's parents, not Li Yiyi. Seeing others doing well, they project all that onto Li Yiyi, and thus join Long Tian in scheming against her. This is completely unfair to Li Yiyi.
But what's done is done. With her proud head lowered slightly, Ma Mei pulled her things along and walked step by step toward the place she longed for.
Here, Mr. and Mrs. Ma finally waited for Ma Facai to come out.
"Doctor, is my son's hand okay? Will it affect his ability to write later?"
As soon as the person came out and saw Ma Facai's bandaged hand, Ma's mother burst into tears. After all, she truly felt sorry for Ma Facai.
Father Ma remained silent, following behind Mother Ma, his concern barely concealed. Ma Facai, the one receiving such care, was truly grateful.
He didn't want to admit that the bruised and swollen-faced Ma's mother was his mother, nor did he want to admit that the cowardly Ma's father was his father.
With a cold expression, and in an attempt to distance himself from Ma's parents, Ma Facai subtly took two steps back.
But his ears perked up; he wanted to hear what the doctor had to say. He was a genius, and his hand couldn't be injured.
"The patient is fine. They were brought in in time. Their hand can recover and will not affect its use in the future."
No matter how subtle Ma Facai's actions were, the doctor saw many people every day, and he could immediately see the disdain in Ma Facai's eyes, not to mention that Ma Facai had even backed away.
After explaining the precautions, the doctor left nonchalantly. For people like Ma Facai, all they could do was fulfill their responsibilities; nothing more.
The doctor left, but Ma's parents didn't care at all. All they knew was that Ma Facai's hand could recover, and their precious son's hand could heal.
"Son, let's go home. When we get home, Mom will buy you some pig's trotters to stew."
Mother Ma knew the principle of "treat the wound with the healer," so she steeled herself and decided to go back and get her meat ration coupons to buy pig's trotters, skipping the fatty meat.
Upon hearing this, Ma Facai suppressed his anger and, for the sake of the pig's trotters, allowed the two to continue serving him.
But if there's even the slightest thing that doesn't suit him, he'll reject them.
He's a genius. Once his hands were healed, everyone wanted to have him and serve him. If the two people in front of them weren't his parents, they wouldn't have had this opportunity.
"Let's go home."
With people coming and going, Ma Facai feared that if he stayed any longer, others would discover that Ma's parents were his parents, and that this genius had parents who were not presentable.
If even Ma Facai can't accept this, it's better to leave sooner rather than later.
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