Chapter 2 2
Jiang Xi's hairstyle at this time was definitely not pretty. Half of her hair was long, and the other half was shaved off along the roots of her scalp, just like a bald head that grew in the wrong place and ran to the right back of her head. She looked very much like the funny villain in a comedy martial arts drama.
But Jiang's mother couldn't laugh at all.
She was shocked by Jiang Xi's sudden action. She had never expected that her daughter, who was usually quiet and well-behaved, would suddenly explode and be so cruel.
If it was a little bit worse, her ears and scalp might be cut off.
At the same time, a wave of anger rose up again.
For her daughter's resistance.
She grabbed Jiang Xi's hair and pointed at her nose: "Cut it! Cut it again! I see how many hairs you have cut! You still want to cut your hair? Do you want to scare me to death? Why don't you cut off your own head?"
She threw away the braid in her hand and wanted to rush up to hit her in anger: "Cut it! Cut it again! If you have the guts, cut off your head!"
Because Jiang Xi had a sickle in her hand, she didn't dare to go up to hit her again.
"Do you think you can scare me to death with a knife? How dare you talk back to me?" Jiang's mother was tall and strong. She looked at the skinny Jiang with disdain: "I'll let you go today, but if you talk back to me again next time, I'll skin you alive!"
Then she scolded: "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Why don't you hurry up and cook the meal? You want me to serve you, right?"
Jiang's mother went to fetch water to wash her face. The heavy farm work made her even more tired. She threw the basin in an angry manner. She fell on the washbasin rack with a loud bang: "Girls of your age, don't you know how sensible they are, how filial they are to their parents, how skillful they are at work, look at the girls in the village, which all go to work in factories at the age of twelve or thirteen, but you! You still want to go to school at the age of fifteen! What's the point of studying so much? You are as stupid as a goose and you still want to go to college!"
Jiang's mother scolded her for being stupid since she was a child, which gave her a psychological hint when she was young, whether she was really stupid.
Even when she became a "big shot" that many people could not reach, she still felt that she was stupid.
The higher she climbed, the more smart and excellent people she met. She felt from the bottom of her heart that she was really not smart, so she became more humble, more realistic, more sincere, and more down-to-earth in her work. She never had any bad intentions or petty ideas, because there were so many smart people around her.
But because of this, her leader trusted her more.
She followed her leader all the way up.
As her position got higher and higher, some people who once thought she was stupid said that she was wise but foolish, and some said that she was lucky.
Jiang Qi also thought that she was lucky.
Mother Jiang's voice kept coming from her ears, scolding: "Why don't you come out to cook? Do you think you are a young lady staying in the embroidery building?" She became more and more angry as she spoke, thinking that she was frightened by her daughter just now, and that her daughter dared to talk back to her, and even ran away when she was hit. The anger in her heart burst out, and she was throwing things in the living room, cursing loudly: "I don't know what I did in my last life to give birth to such a debt collector. She is so busy that she doesn't even help us harvest rice and doesn't even know how to cook dinner. She sleeps at home and waits for me to come home to serve you! If I hit you twice, you will take a knife and do it to me..."
Mother Jiang became more and more angry as she spoke, and her tears were about to fall. She roared towards Jiang Liu's room: "Do you still want to kill me with a knife?"
"You are only a few years old, and you dare to hold a knife. Will you dare to kill people in the future?"
"Life is so difficult at home. Your two older brothers are studying, and your eldest brother has to repeat his studies in the second half of the year. Can't you understand things? Other girls are so old, but they have brought back tens of thousands of yuan. Da Meizi, who loves the country, went out to work at the age of twelve, and now they have built a big house!"
"Not only do you not make a penny, but you also spend it outside!"
"Which little girl doesn't go out to work after learning a few words? You have been studying so hard that you have learned nothing!"
Jiang Xi has heard so many words like this since she was a child. They said that other girls went out to work early, but her family still let her study, and told her to be sensible, to remember gratitude, to be good to them when she grows up, to be filial, and to be good to her two brothers. She
was brainwashed all the time.
Such thoughts are constantly instilled in her.
It's like PUA in the family.
Although Jiang Xi didn't know what PUA was at that time,
these things have been deeply engraved in Jiang Xi's bones and become her subconscious reaction.
Even though she later realized that she had to fight against this instinct engraved in her soul again and again, and constantly redeem herself in the process of growing up, some things have penetrated into her soul and become a part of her character. Even if she resists again and again, it is difficult to get rid of them. She has low self-esteem, a people-
pleasing personality, and an avoidant personality. She feels that she doesn't deserve the kindness of others. If others show a little kindness, she will be flattered and want to be grateful.
But how can she not deserve it?
She is so good!
In the past, Jiang Xi would have been ashamed to hear these words from Jiang's mother, and would have taken the initiative to do housework and share the burden of the family out of gratitude and understanding.
But this time, Jiang Xi sat on the bed in the room, as if she hadn't heard anything, and didn't say a word.
Jiang's mother got angry as she spoke, and stood in front of Jiang Xi's door and shouted: "Are you dead? It's so late and you don't even know to come out to help? We've been busy outside all day, and when we come back we still have to cook for you and serve you, a young lady, right?"
Although Jiang Xi's heart had long been strong enough to heal itself, she still instinctively felt palpitations and fear when she heard Jiang's mother's scolding, and she couldn't help but want to obey.
She suppressed the thought in her heart, put down the sickle, found a pair of scissors, and cut the other half of her hair, trimming it into a half-inch hair like a boy.
Looking at herself in the mirror, who looked like a boy, she thought she looked very good like this.
She was really good-looking, even though her skin was sunburned and dark because of the double robbery, her untrimmed eyebrows still had some stray hairs, and her hair was cut like a dog's nest, but she still had a kind of primitive, simple and unruly beauty.
She had learned to appreciate her own beauty.
The Jiang family members were all good-looking, especially Jiang's father.
Although Jiang's mother was not as good-looking as Jiang's father, she also had a straight nose and regular facial features.
Jiang Xi's generation is even better than their parents. The three Jiang brothers and sisters have inherited all the advantages of their parents. They are all very pretty, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and fair skin.
I still remember that when her second brother was a teenager, he was most worried about his white skin. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get a tan. He was so delicate that he thought his skin was too white and looked like a girl.
They knew they were good-looking since they were young.
But Jiang Gui, who grew up in an education that was criticized and suppressed, never thought she was pretty.
When did she know she was pretty? It was after she went to college that people around her looked at her with amazement and said she was pretty. Gradually, she realized that she had a beautiful appearance. But she
grew up in a family environment that was criticized and suppressed. Even though she knew she was beautiful, she didn't know how to appreciate herself.
At that time, there was a saying circulating on the Internet that beautiful appearances are all the same, but interesting souls are rare.
She felt from the bottom of her heart that her appearance was all the same.
There is a kind of oppression that is engraved in your soul, and it cannot be redeemed by understanding the truth and starting to redeem yourself.
Jiang's mother kept scolding until Jiang Xi came out of the room and came to the kitchen. She saw Jiang Xi's hair, glared at her, and stopped scolding.
She thought Jiang Xi's abnormal behavior today was because she said she would not let her continue to study and let her drop out of school to work.
But she still had a cold face.
She lit the fire pit of the earthen stove and put firewood in it to burn. She carried the basin into the house to take a bath and said, "Let's burn the meat and send it to your father later."
Jiang's father was still in the field. He wanted to take advantage of the evening when it was not hot to quickly bundle up the rice that had been exposed to the sun all day in the rice field and carry it to the rice field. Grandpa Jiang spread the rice he had carried in the rice field and rolled it with a roller to remove the rice grains.
If they didn't finish it now, the rice stalks in the rice field would become very heavy because of the dew tomorrow morning.
There was only one pound of meat, which was all for the laborers in the family. She had no meat. Even though she went to the fields to cut rice and plant rice seedlings, she was asked to be sensible and to know how to cherish the adults in the family. The adults worked hard.
She was brought up to be sensible.
But even though she understood this, she still couldn't bear to watch them work so hard. She really just watched and did nothing.
There were two pots on the stove. She washed the rice and poured it into the big pot, and boiled water in the small pot.
While the water was boiling, she washed the meat and chopped it into semi-minced meat with the skin. When the water in the pot boiled, she scooped out some of it and put it in a thermos, then added ginger, garlic and semi-minced meat. She went to the backyard to pick some vegetables and put them in. After a while, a pot of meat soup was ready.
She didn't let herself down, and scooped out a bowl and put it in the corner of the cupboard where the bowls were placed.
If it were the old her, she would want to leave everything to her parents, thinking that they worked too hard and she wanted to feel sorry for them.
But no one ever thought of feeling sorry for her.