After my mother eloped with Uncle Li from the next village, my father started beating me every day. I know he hated my mother. She made him lose face and was laughed at by the people in the village. He is so big that he can't even look down on his wife. I know.

How much he hates her

Girls don’t have much status in rural areas. My mother gave birth to a girl like me in her first child. She ran away before she was raised. Naturally, my father became more and more angry. He couldn’t find her, so he became angry.

You can only spread it on me

I am just an 8-year-old girl, but I understand everything in my heart. I understand how much hatred the bruises and blood marks on my body contain, so I remain silent and just endure it quietly. I believe that my father will understand one day.

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Later, my father got a new wife. She was a woman with an average appearance and an average temperament. They gave birth to another son together. He is now 3 years old. My father always asked me to call him brother. Although I didn't want to call that woman mother, I still didn't want to.

Don't dare not scream

Now that I have a younger brother, my father is naturally more disdainful of me. He focuses all his attention on his younger brother and that woman, and even spends less time spanking me. This seems to be my blessing?

Alas, I'm hungry again. I can't always eat enough. What "Mom" gives me every meal is about the same as a chicken. It's just a little bit. I can't bear to finish it all at once. I have to save it and eat it slowly, so as to let the hunger come.

It was slower, but I was really hungry today, so I quietly came to the kitchen at night while they were all asleep, trying to find some steamed buns to fill my stomach.

The moment I put my hand into the basin, the kitchen light came on, and under the orange light was my father's fierce face. I was so scared that I stayed there tremblingly and didn't dare to move. I wanted to explain, but I was too scared to say anything.

The long-awaited beating left me with no strength to even cry out that I was hungry. My father threw me into the woodshed, cursing and kicking me. He called me a pig, too lazy to eat, and said that I only had so little food at home.

They ate it for me and left some for my brother, but I wasn't satisfied yet and went to eat it secretly. My blood flowed profusely, but not a single tear came out. My heart was cold. You gave me everything in the house to eat?

No, my family was poor, but my brother didn't suffer from the meal. The three of them had a great time as a family. I gnawed small pieces on the side, and the remaining steamed buns were as hard as rocks.

Dad was still beating, which woke up "Mom". She came to the woodshed and stood silently watching as my vision gradually blurred and my head became more and more dizzy. The blood on my head flowed down and stained my face.

Yes, but my father didn't feel any heartache after seeing it. Instead, he became more and more excited. The harder he hit me, the harder I started to change. My calmness turned into resentment, and the expression on my face gradually became angry. Finally, I exploded, screaming like crazy.

Crawling around and getting blood all over the floor, I thought this would scare him so he wouldn't hit me again. "Mom" was frightened by me, and she started screaming and yelling, "Stop it, stop it."

"Dad seemed to have stopped at this time because it was quiet at night and didn't want to make too much noise to disturb the neighbors. He cursed and locked the woodshed door, and then went back to the house with "Mom" to sleep.

Now I was alone again. I looked at the strange moonlight outside the window and looked at the blood stains on the floor under the moonlight. They seemed to be alive. They were all over the floor of the woodshed. I felt pain all over.

I didn't have time to think too much, so I fell asleep...

"Damn girl, get out of here! Did you fucking hear me? My brother is bored, get up and get the fuck clean and play with him!" I heard my father yelling in confusion, and felt my hair being pulled up.

Pulling, my body was lifted up involuntarily. When I opened my eyes, I was already standing on the floor. Standing in front of me was my drooling brother, holding his fingers in his mouth and staring at me.

I was trembling and asked him with all my strength: "What are you playing for?"

"Drum," he gestured excitedly with his little hands, "drum, dong, dong!"

I didn't say anything. When my father saw that I didn't answer my brother's words, he slapped me again and shouted: "What kind of drum? What kind of drum does he want? Tell me!"

I gave him a resentful look and said, "Pluck the drum, he saw Hu Zi playing yesterday."

"Brother, be good, our family is poor and can't buy Huzi's lang drum..." Before my father could finish his words, he was interrupted by his younger brother's crying: "Drum, drum drum, woo woo hoo... drum!"

My younger brother is my father's favorite. When he made such a fuss, my father naturally felt distressed. He thought for a long time, suddenly turned around and looked at me strangely, and then said to his brother: "Dad, make one for your good son. Dad will do it. Be good."

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These days, I am squatting in the corner, watching my younger brother holding the tambora made for him by his father, playing happily. He is 8 years old, can’t speak yet, like an idiot, and often

I had an epilepsy, and as soon as I fell ill, I would fall to the ground with convulsions all over my body, foaming at the mouth, and shouting "drum, drum, drum"... I didn't feel anything at all, and I was even a little happy. I just sat in the corner and watched coldly.

Look - he is my father's heart. He is like this. My father is so sad. You can see that my father is much thinner and older. His eyes are bloodshot and his face is full of sadness. But I am happy.

,he can’t hit me anymore

On this day, both father and "mother" were not here, and the younger brother was alone at home, playing like an idiot with the plectrum that his father had made for him. He suddenly found a rope and pulled it to the beam.

Hang, hang yourself on it. When dad came back, he was already hard, his face was blue and purple, his tongue was hanging out, and he was still holding the plectrum tightly in his hand. My brother is so good. Dad is so sad. He has been

Crying, holding my brother's stiff body and crying, but there was a sly smile on my lips.

Dad, Dad, five years ago, who asked you to use my body to make a drum for him to please my brother? You used my thin arms to make the drum handle, and peeled off my skin to make the drum head.

, I also used my tendons and tied my teeth to make the two drum ropes that swayed back and forth. I asked my brother to hold them like this and turn them around, and the drums would "dong dong dong" play the most beautiful music in the world.

The beautiful and most heartbreaking sound, you can't stop laughing while looking at his satisfied smile... But have you ever thought that I am also your child, my teeth are knocking on my flesh,

How painful it is. Did you think about this when you stabbed me in the neck? My blood was splashed on the wall, like a huge exclamation mark. Did you remind you that I would be unhappy?

My brother is very obedient, and he will be stupid when I ask him to hang himself. When I ask him to hang himself, he hangs himself obediently. Are you sad, dad? I just like you to be sad, but it's a pity that you can't see my smile.
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