,

But when she spoke about it, it was heart-wrenching to hear.

Zhang Xiaoshuang is from Yingbian County, Zhonghai City.

Camp edge, a remote place bordering other provinces.

Zhang family, parents died young.

Zhang Xiaomeng is twelve years older than Zhang Xiaoshuang.

Zhang Xiaomeng is very beautiful, but she was born mute.

Xiaoshuang was only one year old when her parents left.

13-year-old Zhang Xiaomeng loves her sister very much.

She cannot speak, has some dementia, and has never been to school.

But she can raise pigs, herd sheep, farm, sell vegetables, take care of her sister, and can do arithmetic.

Zhang Xiaoshuang spent six years in primary school and three years in junior high school. She taught her sister to read some books and read a little bit.

But my sister Zhang Xiaomeng has been bullied by bullies in the village for the past nine years.

She was severely beaten and bullied, but no one redressed her injustice.

That kind of thing was only discovered one night when Zhang Xiaoshuang came home when she was in junior high school.

The village manager and two men entered my sister's room in the middle of the night and left again before dawn.

There was a man who put 5 yuan under the pillow.

The village manager and another man did not release the money and even cursed a few times.

Later, Zhang Xiaoshuang went to high school, was admitted to university, and attended the Higher School of Nursing.

Only then did she fully understand.

It turns out that every year my sister has relatives coming for a long time.

That's not a relative, but someone who had an abortion.

My sister is a bit stupid and doesn't know how to deal with it, so she relies on herself to heal.

Only then did she realize that the dumb and stupid sister had sacrificed too much for her.

And her 18 years of life and studies depended on those five yuan one after another, or two or three yuan, one yuan and fifty cents.

Unfortunately, during the Spring Festival of my freshman year, I went home.

My sister is no longer here.

She is missing.

Now, five years later, there is no news.

Seeing the two beautiful sisters of the Su family and their little sister, Zhang Xiaoshuang really couldn't hold back her emotions.

She burst into tears.

I don't know when, in Song Sanxi's arms, the crying person became soft.

"My poor sister, she never had a good day!"

"I wish that one day I would be able to earn enough money to buy good clothes for my sister, like the two sisters from the Su family, wearing gold and silver."

"I wish I had a good brother-in-law like Brother Song who could take care of her all her life."

"But, I can never find her again, I can't find her"

"I will never forget those nights, those men. My sister clenched her fists and made no sound. She stared at the rafters with empty eyes, shed tears, could not laugh, and even got slapped."

"I can't forget that she was bleeding like a river and blocked it up with an old cloth."

""

Song Sanxi, hugging this petite little nurse, felt like a knife piercing her heart.

In this day and age, do the weak have any rights?

No!

Evil, there is never a lack of soil!

But goodness and justice will always be late, or even not yet arrived.

He gritted his teeth and tightened his heart.

The windbreaker had wrapped her petite body.

She was shivering and feeling cold all over.

Song Sanxi gently stroked Zhang Xiaoshuang's shoulder and back.

Listening silently to this tragic story and these sad narrations.

At some point, he raised his head and suddenly realized.
Chapter completed!