Mad Elf's Diary of a Scumbag

In Andrea's childhood memories, her father was honest and honest.

And he loves his mother very much.

Although her father didn't like her, he never hugged her.

But her father did not let her suffer.

Since there are no servants, they have to do many things themselves.

But whether it’s laundry, cooking, mending clothes, or cleaning the yard.

He wouldn't let mother and daughter take action if Butler Howard was made things difficult and the food delivered would be reduced.

The father would rather go hungry than wait until mother and daughter had eaten first before he would eat.

Sometimes, Butler Howard can bring in a lot of stuff.

But he was always beaten with bruises on his nose and face, and his clothes were covered with shoe prints.

Andrea asked her mother why it was like this?

Her mother told her:

"Humans are not just such creatures."

"When you are in glory, they will shamelessly flatter you and compliment you, just hoping to get a little benefit from you."

"And when you're down and out, they'll trample you hard into the mud like this."

"As if this is not enough, I need to add a few more kicks and spit on you so that you will never be able to stand up again."

Sometimes, my mother would stand in front of the window combing her hair.

Occasionally I glance at my father who is busy in the yard, his eyes are full of sweet smiles.

My father cleared a small patch of land in the yard and planted the potatoes he saved from the rations.

Unexpectedly, it actually grew, and even my father found it incredible.

Her father took good care of that small piece of land and told her over and over again not to play around in it.

When the fruits below mature, they won't have to go hungry when Butler Howard makes things difficult for them again.

Many times, Andrea innocently asked her father why he didn't like her.

Her father just smiled, gently stroked her head, and then said other words to deal with it.

Sometimes, my father would come over nervously.

Give her a warm baked potato, or a piece of meat you've been saving for a while.

Then let Butler Howard take him to play in the yard.

Andrea was curious, what were her father and mother doing?

She wanted to sneak over and take a look, but she was always held back by Butler Howard, who then shook her head mysteriously.

"Just wait until the next child is born."

My father always said this, and my mother said this too.

Andrea just looked forward to the birth of her brother or sister day by day.

Then everything will be fine, right?

My mother's belly finally got bigger, and my father became even busier.

One night, Andrea found her father getting up secretly.

Then in the corner of the yard, he pulled his teeth hard.

A bright yellow tooth was pulled out of his mouth by his father.

There was still a little bit of blood on it, which made her scream in shock.

When her father noticed her, he quickly stopped her with gestures.

And told her not to tell her mother.

The tooth was secretly given to Howard by his father in exchange for some cloth, wood and tools.

My father was very skillful with his hands and made some small clothes and a very exquisite car.

Her father told her it was called a stroller and stuffed something sweet into her mouth.

That kind of sweetness is in Andrea's memory.

You have to chew a steamed bun for a long time before you can feel it a little bit.

Nowadays, it is so easy to taste this wonderful taste.

Luxurious, really luxurious.

"It's delicious. This is called candy. Dad will buy it for you often in the future."

Andrea, who was young at the time, did not realize that this was the only time her father would call himself daddy in front of her.

Mother, she is about to give birth, and there are many people coming to the yard.

His father pulled him and knelt in front of a fierce-looking old man, kowtowing repeatedly.

I hope he can spare his family and let his family of four leave this small courtyard.

From the respectful addresses of people around her, Andrea knew that this old man was called the head of the family.

The head of the family agreed.

Her father hugged her, crying with tears streaming down his face, and kept kissing her head.

This was the first time she saw her father cry. He obviously fell off the bed before and lay in bed for three days without crying.

Now my father is crying like this.

Later, there were exclamations in the room.

The father put down himself and rushed in anxiously.

Andrea couldn't remember clearly what happened after that.

All I know is that from that day on, my father went crazy.

He always kept saying words like "bloodline", "pollution", and "not mine".

Then he suddenly became ferocious and cursed in the air.

My father changed and became fond of throwing things and hitting people at every turn.

At first he just hit himself and pulled his hair down strand by strand.

Later, he began to beat his mother, hit her, and even attacked Villanse.

The mother and daughter eventually moved out, but the father was left behind in the small yard.

Every time his mother visits him, there are always a lot of bruises and scars on her body.

But my mother still goes every week, never stopping.

She got a tutor and began to learn knowledge and martial arts.

Her mother would occasionally give her a few beautiful discs, which she hid under the quilt like treasures.

Because she discovered that some discs were also yellow.

It's the same color as the tooth my father pulled out.

Later she learned that those discs were called money.

And that color isn’t called yellow, it’s called gold.

Villanse put on the clothes his father had sewn and sat in the stroller he left behind, smiling happily.

When I push Villanse for a walk, looking at her fair and delicate face, I always think:

"Why doesn't Father like her too? Her skin is clearly the same as snow."

"Unlike myself, my body is covered with ugly red spots."

Andrea could understand that her father didn't like her, but why didn't he like Villanse?

Years later, my father's illness showed no sign of improvement.

They just moved from that small courtyard to a big courtyard.

But my father stayed in that small courtyard forever.

I heard from my mother that my father was held to death.

At the birthday party his mother prepared for him, he ate all the food by himself and then left with a smile.

Sometimes, Andrea wanted to go out for a walk, but after pushing open the courtyard gate, there were only guards who stopped her.

She looked outside and saw a larger yard.

Small yard, big yard, bigger yard.

No matter which way you look, there are those high walls.

I have only been in this place for more than ten years, and I can't stand it anymore.

That mother must also want to leave this place.

After the head of the house sent someone to find him, he immediately nodded and agreed.

The only requirement is to take my mother and sister out of this suffocating place.

The head of the family agreed, but when Andrea, who was overjoyed, told her mother the good news.

Staying in the small yard, her mother, who had become more taciturn after her father's death, rejected her with a smile.

The mother stroked her head lovingly and said:

"Andrea, mom won't go. Mom will stay here with your father."

"Take Villanse away. Go far away and never come back."

"Remember, Villanse is your biological sister."

"You will be dependent on her for the rest of your life."