Pei Fan had a little impression of the old lady in front of her. Xie Rangmiao's mother once mentioned it. There was a very stubborn old lady in the village, and she couldn't even dispel her thoughts.

The old man lives alone and looks very easy to get along with. Pei Fan pretended to be inadvertently and said, "Mother-in-law, why didn't you go in to attend the class just now?"

"What's so nice about it? I'm so old, and if it's useful, it's useless for me."

The old woman trembled and raised the newly cooked hot water. Pei Fan saw it and hurriedly took the heavy object from her hand: "I'll do it myself."

Facing the spoiled child coming from the city in front of him, the old woman asked, "Little girl, what's your name?"

"Mother-in-law, my name is Li Miao." Pei Fan was afraid that the old woman would not understand, so he explained: "Li Zi's leech is so wonderful."

"My name is Zhang Yunling." The old woman looked at Pei Fan for a long time and then said.

Such a formal name is rare in the village.

Xie Rangmiao's mother, or the women she had met just now, had their names either "Pandi" or "Little Sister", which sounded like their parents picked it up casually.

Pei Fan had a moment of surprise in his eyes, and then she covered it up very well.

All these changes cannot escape the old woman's eyes. Although she is old and powerless, her eyes can see countless people, and she can see through the girl's true thoughts at a glance.

The old woman laughed at herself and explained to Pei Fan: "I didn't have a name at first, I got my name for myself."

Then, she struggled to pull out a hard leather notebook from under the table and chairs and placed it on the table.

The notebook looks old, the paper has long turned yellow, and there are traces of being bitten by bugs on the edges.

But it should have been carefully wiped recently, and the traces of falling dust have faded a lot, but it is still not difficult to see the miserableness that has been forgotten before.

"When the wife of the Xie family found me earlier, I only felt that you were absurd. She dared to break the rules set by her ancestors. What kind of promotion of sanitary napkins?"

The old woman has been following the virtues of women and training for a lifetime, and once she heard such rebellious words.

"I scolded her fiercely at that time, and I was so angry that I almost raised my cane to sweep her out."

Pei Fan spread out his notebook that was a long time ago. It was an old woman’s diary when she was a girl, and the beautiful handwriting on it could barely be recognized.

"But do you really think so in your heart? Mother-in-law?"

Pei Fan's calm eyes met the old woman's turbid eyes and pointed directly into her heart:

"If you really think so, then when you saw you outside the door just now, you should be planning to ruin our teaching, but you didn't."

"You can't say that you support me in your heart. You should recognize my thoughts, otherwise how could you let me accompany you home? Show me your privacy." Pei Fan shook the notebook in his hand and said frankly.

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This note has not been recorded for a long time, and it only took a year to complete the whole process, but it is enough to cause a woman's thoughts to undergo earth-shaking changes.

"On March 8th, Qing's mother told me about her marriage with the youngest son at the entrance of the village. I didn't allow her to slash me with anger... I don't understand why she was born with a human being..."

"The rain on May 1st Today, my tears were as heavy as the rain outside. In order to collect the bride price for my brother, my mother gave me a tough promise. I have escaped, resisted, and been strong, but I still couldn't resist.

Having accepted all this... is it like this for my whole life?"

"On July 4, Doyun, my playmate Keyun, who has been a child since she was a child, got married and married an old man. I heard that there is very rich there, but Yun married to be a rich wife. But I don't know why it is always very

Sad, melancholy, and also sighed that another woman entered the grave of marriage…”

"There is nothing to say on July 25th, and I walked into the grave of marriage."

"I got pregnant on August 31st and I was very happy. But the doctor asked me to say that this fetus was a daughter, and they forced me to abort..."

"I was very sad when it rained heavily on September 1st... My son came for a long time, and my mother recited her whole life. I don't want to speak or write..."

"On November 30th, the rain is my daughter again, so I'm beaten."

“It was heavy rain on January 29th.”

"On March 8th, Qing was a son, I abolished myself."

There should be a few pages left behind, but it was torn down and nothing was known.

"Later, I had too many miscarriages and never had any children in my life."

Zhang Yunling calmly took the notebook from Pei Fan's hand and gently opened his scars and discussed it.

No one knows how angry she will suffer from her mother-in-law and husband after she aborted the male child at home. No one can understand that because of the double abandonment of her in-laws and her parents' family, she has a hard time in the village.

But Zhang Yunling just dissatisfied.

Why do men have the right to be given birth first, but women can only see themselves in illegal black clinics, in trash cans with odor, in toilet pits where mosquitoes gather, and in hospital abortions

Young and similar.

"At my age, living in such a closed and ignorant mountain village is not completely out of touch with society." Zhang Yunling smiled at Pei Fan and eased the tense atmosphere just now.

"According to the content broadcasted by the News Broadcast, to describe my previous behavior in the current society, I should be considered...extreme feminism."

But why has feminism become the main force of feudal ignorance now?

People who have not experienced the same thing cannot truly empathize with it, and Pei Fan understands this very well.

She doesn't need to force herself to empathize with others, she just needs to act quietly as someone else's listener.

Zhang Yunling looked at Pei Fan's appearance as if he was not showing any mountains and rivers on the surface, but in fact he must have doubts in his heart.

She took a sip of the tea in the thick porcelain cup and slowly solved her doubts: "There are not a few women who have the same thoughts as me, but not everyone can do it as cruel as me, so cruel that they can even make their own flesh and blood

You can even get rid of it without blinking."

"Often, one person stands up bravely, and someone must support her behind her. Unfortunately, there is no here."

“If you can’t help them, you have to help them get less hurt first.

"This world has always been obedient."

Zhang Yunling sat on a small stool, and her eyes were filled with a little sunshine and clear sky outside the eaves.

She had been in the house for a long time. If the wife of the Xie family had not come to find her, she would probably not have gone out, and naturally she would not have encountered such a good weather today.

The old man suddenly felt something, and he felt resentment and wanted to vent:—

"I want to shout to the whole world that I am a living person, not a beast. Animals can decide their own companions, but I cannot."

"If you can't decide your own body and be merciless by those so-called people, you will continue to live and conceive until you give birth to a son. At the same time, you will have to serve a family and give up a baby to do hard labor, then

Am I a livestock? I am simply inferior to the animals raised in my family!”

Zhang Yunling spoke fiercely and shouted at the half-closed sunny day outside the house. She seemed to have tried her best to yell out this sentence.

[Author’s off-topic]: Tomorrow welcoming a small climax and then ending the rural part and returning to the city.

This copy is a little more than I expected to write, but it doesn't matter! It's a long flow of water!

This copy ends around the 13th and 14th.

What I want to write every day is actually not fixed. I have an outline, but I often write my story without my outline.

The outline is rigid, and the lovely thinking is flexible.

Today, while watching the video, I saw a blogger saying that her mother was indomitable when she was young, but now she has been domesticated by society to the point where she has no thoughts.

"The real one was killed, and what survived was what people wanted to see."

Very helpless and want to shout hysterically.
Chapter completed!