"I just listened to my foster parents' abuse and complaints every day, but I didn't expect that my foster father would become a different person after drinking a few sips of wine during the Chinese New Year."
"After drinking, he came back and beat the foster mother, scolding her for being useless and unable to have children. After beating the foster mother, he beat me again, scolding me for being a bastard from another family who ate, drank and lived for free."
"After that incident, whenever I was in a bad mood, I would go out to drink. When I drank, my foster mother would find excuses not to go home, leaving me alone at home to be beaten and kicked by my drunk foster father."
"Go ahead and hit me. As long as you don't kill me, I can still live."
"I have never been in good health since the Spring Festival that year. There is not a day that I am not injured. Sometimes I drink again before my old injuries have healed. With an extra person to do the work at home, I drink more, and the more I drink, the more I fight."
"There was a group of annoying kids in the village who would call me a bastard when they saw me. They would also throw small stones at me. If I was unlucky, I would get hit on the head. The swelling would hurt for several days."
Qiao Yunsong rolled up his trouser legs to his thighs, revealing a pair of skinny, bamboo-like legs covered in dense old scars.
"The wound on my leg festered and festered, and sometimes even had maggots. I put a kitchen knife over the fire, and then used it to burn and cut the rotten flesh. Then I went to the mountains to find some herbs and crushed them to apply on the wound, and that was considered a cure."
Who wouldn't be shocked by the shocking old scars?
Qiao Yunsong narrated the story calmly, as if he was talking about a past event that had nothing to do with him, as calmly as if he was telling someone else's story.
From this concise description, one can't help but imagine a little kid using a kitchen knife to dig out the rotten meat from his own legs.
No one asked, "Does it hurt?"
Why ask?
How can it not hurt?
Which scar on Qiao Yunsong's body wouldn't hurt?
At that time, I didn't even have the qualifications to cry out in pain.
Is shouting useful?
Who are you shouting to?
Who will feel pain?
At that time, I thought, if I didn’t even want my love anymore, who in this world would love me?
"I spent my days being beaten and scolded, but I slowly got through it. I thought the days wouldn't get any harder."
Qiao Yunsong chuckled as he said this, "When I was fifteen, it was very cold in the village during the Spring Festival, and there was a lot of snow."
"The river in the village was frozen over with a layer of ice. I couldn't stand the cold so I went to the river to find reed flowers to make a coat for myself. Although it doesn't have cotton, it's warmer than a single coat."
"Not long after I left the house, a village leper followed me all the way to the river. When he saw that there was no water near the river, he suddenly ran over to me, hugged me, kissed me, and even took off my pants."
"I was so scared that I chopped my arm with a hatchet, but it only tore my cotton-padded jacket. The leper was tall and strong, so he pushed me into the river."
"I will never forget how cold the river water was that winter. It was freezing cold, as if countless needles were piercing my bones."
"It's cold and it hurts."
"I shouted for help and finally got her here, but she accused me of seducing her.
The villagers knew exactly what kind of person Laizi was, but just because I was not their biological child and because my adoptive parents were poor, they helped Laizi bully me. They called me shameless and cheap. ”
"They judged me on the shore like judges, saying that I was a dirty person brought from the city to the countryside. They threw snow at me and forced me to soak in the icy river for more than half an hour."
"After I went back home, my adoptive father beat me with a bamboo stick, scolding me for ruining the family tradition and causing trouble."
"That night I was punished to kneel in the yard, but I took advantage of the fact that they were sleeping and ran away with my legs almost broken."
"I thought if I could run away, I would run away. If I couldn't run away, I would rather die in the mountains than go back to a place like that."
Qiao Xinyi knew that Qiao Yunsong must have had a hard time during the years he was abducted, but she didn't expect that he would suffer so much bullying.
No wonder she was as thin as a stick when she first met him, and no wonder he hated the abuser so much that he wanted to kill him if he saw one.
During those eleven years, I was in darkness and witnessed the greatest evil in the world.
"Unfortunately, I was unlucky. I ran away from the village, but I met the villagers in the town and was tied up and taken back."
Because Qiao Yunsong was about to run away, the two elders knew that they could not rely on Qiao Yunsong when they were old, so they sold Qiao Yunsong again.
This time, because Qiao Yunsong was old, the selling price was lower. Knowing that Qiao Yunsong would run away, the third family tied up Qiao Yunsong like a dog after buying him.
It is tied around the neck during the day and around the ankles at night.
The iron chain that was so thick was never loosened for a single day.
From then on, Qiao Yunsong lived a life worse than death.
Qiao Yunsong began to talk about the life he had at the third foster home he had visited.
Qiao Xinyi had heard Qiao Yunsong say this before at the bottom of the culvert. After hearing it for the second time, Qiao Xinyi's heart was still shaking violently.
By the time Qiao Yunsong finished speaking, all the neighbors were crying.
Men, women, old and young, all stood silently by and wiped their tears.
Qiao Xinyi reached out and held Qiao Yunsong's hand, then looked at Qiao Laiwang who had been silent.
"Yunsong has suffered so much in the past ten years, and my family hates your family just as much."
"If it weren't for your incompetence and your indulgence, my mother wouldn't have to suffer the pain of separation from her family for eleven years, and Yunsong wouldn't have to endure these eleven years of agony worse than death."
"Qiao Laiwang, look at Yunsong's injuries. Can you sleep well tonight?"
"Chen Ju, Qiao Dongmei and other traffickers deserve to die, but Qiao Laiwang deserves to die too."
Qiao Laiwang didn't even dare to look at Qiao Yunsong. His eyes only fell on Qiao Yunsong's thigh for a second and then quickly moved away as if he was burned by something.
"It's all over. Isn't Yunsong back now?" Qiao Laiwang said with a slightly lack of confidence.
This statement can make you so angry that you are fuming.
Qiao Xinyi couldn't help but raised her hand and slapped Qiao Laiwang.
"Qiao Laiwang, let me ask you, is the pain over?" Qiao Xinyi said, "You can say it's over because it's not hurting you."
"Now I'm slapping you and it hurts you. Do you know whether you can get through this or not?" Qiao Xinyi asked.
"Xinyi, we have finally seen through your ex-father. He is a heartless person." One neighbor couldn't stand it any longer. "Your brother just said those words. We couldn't help crying when we heard them. And your ex-father just stood there with his expression unchanged."
"This is our family affair, what does it have to do with you? It's not your turn to comment!" Qiao Laiwang covered his face and yelled at his neighbors.
Qiao Laiwang has always been a bully at home, and Qiao Xinyi would beat him, so he didn't dare to yell at Qiao Xinyi, and he was very cautious about every word Qiao Xinyi said.
But she was not afraid of these neighbors, so she took out the humiliation she received from Qiao Xinyi on them.
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