Rebirth: My Mother is a Virgin Mary

It was just past one in the afternoon when I got home. That meal seemed to have taken me a century to finish. I used all my energy to go crazy. I didn't eat much. I touched my stomach and felt that it was a pity to waste all the delicious food on the table. I had to find something else to eat. I looked at Cheng Xinyuan who was burping. I had to learn from him. No matter how big the problem was, it couldn't stop him from eating. I was afraid that there would be many quarrels and crazy times in the future. How could I be hungry all the time? I had to eat enough to have the strength to fight. I pinched his thin arm. Only enemies in this world would want you to be weak.

Ms. Lin was busy arranging clothes in the store. She didn't eat much either. This was her normal state. She wouldn't eat when she was in a bad mood, and she wouldn't eat when something happened. She thought that putting herself in a difficult position was being considerate. Once upon a time, I was like this too. Now thinking about it, I was such a fool. How could I continue with the next thing if my body was broken?

I sighed and decided to take it slow and change her habits little by little. At least she wouldn't get sick like she did in her last life...

Cheng Xinyuan was fiddling with his cell phone idly. I felt that he was in a bad mood, as if he had something on his mind. Just when I was about to ask him, he made an excuse that he was sleepy and went upstairs to take a nap, and left without looking back.

There were only Ms. Lin and I left in the store. I had a lot of things on my mind and was very confused. I said something to her and walked out. I didn't even notice that Ms. Lin stopped what she was doing and looked at my back with a sad face.

It was noon, the hottest time of the day in a small northern county. I didn't feel hot, but I hated the glare of the sun. I blocked the sun with my hands and walked aimlessly on the street. The shops on both sides of the road were open, but there was no business. Of course, who would want to go out and suffer this in such a hot day? The sprinkler truck passed by me, playing the music of "Auld Lang Syne". I didn't have time to dodge, and it splashed on my calf. The hem of my skirt was also splashed with water. I patted the water drops on my right calf and touched the two round scars on my calf. My eyes were dim and my thoughts drifted back to the past...

The two small round scars on the calves were caused by Cheng Xingmin using cigarettes to burn them...

He doesn't smoke, but he loves to collect cigarettes. He is a senior official in his unit, so he has to smoke a lot during social events, and he always has to give way to others when they meet. Cheng Xingmin is a decent person outside, honest and loyal, hardworking and motivated, and his colleagues have a good reputation for him.

In the eyes of outsiders, our family is a "model family" and is enviable. The husband has a decent job, is ambitious and family-oriented, the wife runs a shop, the business is booming, and she manages the house in an orderly manner. The two children are well-behaved and sensible, the father is loving and the children are filial, and the family is happy.

I pursed my lips, it was all just appearance, glittering on the outside, but rotten inside. Only I know how sinful this family is, how filthy the people are…

My name is Cheng Lin, Cheng from Cheng Xingmin and Lin from Lin Qingmei. When I was a kid, I asked Ms. Lin why my name was different from my other brothers and sisters. They were all named Cheng Xinx, but I was the only one named Cheng Lin. At that time, Ms. Lin touched my head lovingly and said, "Because mom and dad love each other, we have Lin Lin. Dad's Cheng and mom's Lin, the name Lin Lin is incomparable to others!" I believed it at that time, and I was proud of it for a long time afterwards.

I used to think my family was very happy. My mother was a seamstress who made beautiful clothes for me. Every time I went to kindergarten, other children would envy me. My father would bring me delicious food after get off work every day. Sometimes it was flowing chocolate candies, and sometimes it was small cakes with cream and cherries... But when did it start to change? When he first hit me with slippers? When he first pressed my face in the pool for a long time when I was young? Or when he didn't pick me up from kindergarten for the first time, and I walked a long way home alone, but found that the door was locked? I can't remember it, too many times, the happy time was short, and then there were countless pains...

At that time, my mother was pregnant with Cheng Xinyuan. Neighbors said that my mother must be pregnant with a boy. Some people even threatened me: Your mother will not want you after giving birth to a younger brother. The annoying aunt also told me that my mother picked me up from the trash can. I cried for a long time. My mother hugged me and said that she would not stop loving me. She put my little hand on her bulging belly and said that there was a younger brother inside, who would protect me in the future. My mother asked me: "Lin Lin will love his younger brother, right?" I nodded happily, but my mother cried. I don't know why she cried. That was the beginning of her crying, but it will never end...

It was early in the morning when my mother gave birth to Cheng Xinyuan. I was sleeping, and when I woke up I was alone. I cried loudly but no one responded to me. I was very hungry, so I ran to the kitchen and stood on a small stool to find leftovers to eat, and then sat at the door and waited. I waited and waited until the evening when my father came and took me to the hospital. There were so many people in the hospital, grandpa, grandma, aunts, uncles, and uncles. I also saw Cheng Xinyuan. He was so small and white. I liked him so much. I poked his face with my hand, but was suddenly knocked to the ground by my father. I didn’t know what happened. I didn’t cry. My face was burning with pain, and the people around me looked at me indifferently. Grandpa came over and picked me up: "Grandpa, can you take Linlin out to play?" I nodded. Grandpa loves me the most.

Later, many people moved into the house, including grandparents, uncles, aunts, and brothers and sisters. The small yard seemed crowded. This is my mother's yard, which was left by my grandfather before he died, but now there are so many people living in it, I don't like it... Grandma only holds Cheng Xinyuan every day and makes delicious millet paste for Cheng Xinyuan, and some for my brother, but not for me. Dad would bring delicious food after get off work every day, but Cheng Xinyuan couldn't eat it because it was too small, so my brothers and sisters ate it all, and I couldn't even see the residue. Mom is still making clothes, but they are not mine anymore, they are for grandparents, brothers and sisters, and little Cheng Xinyuan.

My brother is only two months older than me. We were in the same class since we started elementary school. My father would beat me if I did better than him: “Why don’t you bring your brother with you?” My brother would also take away the prizes I won. I would also be beaten if I did not do as well as him: “What’s the point of raising you when your grades are so bad!” At that time, I prayed every day: my uncle and aunt’s family would move away soon, and I would not be in the same class with my brother anymore!

When my father started beating me, I complained to my mother. My mother said it was because Lin Lin didn’t perform well enough. Then I studied hard, learned various things, washed clothes, cooked, and won many awards... He still beat me, and even burned me with cigarette butts. There were round scars on my calves and lower back. I complained to my mother more and more often, and my mother became impatient. She got angry at me: "Why do you beat him! He is your real father, how could he beat you! Even if he really beat you, it was because you were ignorant and made your father angry! Why did he beat you and not others!" How could I be sensible? I had excellent grades and did all the housework. I even changed and washed Cheng Xinyuan's diapers. My grandmother said that was what I should do. I should do too much... I will never complain to Ms. Lin again.

When he was nine years old, something big happened at home. Four-year-old Cheng Xinyuan ran into the kitchen. There was a pot of boiling water on the stove, which was used to kill chickens and remove feathers. Cheng Xinyuan stepped on a stool and grabbed the pot of hot water...

I was taken to the hospital from school and saw Cheng Xinyuan. He was so burned that he couldn't cry. His head was swollen and big, and his face was unrecognizable. His originally fair face was all burned skin, which was pulled on his face. It was very scary. Before I could react, my grandmother pressed me to the ground and beat me by the hair: "You evil star! It's not enough that you killed your grandfather! You are killing your brother now! Why didn't you get burned!" I was pressed to the ground and beaten, without any reaction, and no one came to pull me. Ms. Lin hugged Cheng Xinyuan, her eyes were already walnuts, and Cheng Xingmin looked at me coldly. He wished I would die.

Later, it was my eldest uncle who took me away. He was a doctor in this hospital. When he rushed over, I couldn’t open my eyes because I was beaten. I heard my eldest uncle yelling at them and heard him say to that person: “The thing I regret most is agreeing to let my sister marry you!” My eldest uncle picked me up and comforted me, saying: “Lin Lin, don’t cry, your eldest uncle will take you home!” I didn’t cry, it was obviously my eldest uncle who cried the most…

I folded my arms and squatted on the ground. My head was a little dizzy from the sun and I was very hungry. I touched my forehead and looked at the time. I hadn't walked for long. Maybe I had heat stroke. When I stood up, my body swayed a little and I almost couldn't stand. I have had low blood sugar since I was a child. It's an old problem. I walked into a cold drink shop, ordered a glass of lemonade and an ice cream, and ate quietly in the cold wind.

Cheng Xinyuan is now 15 years old, tall and handsome, still fair-skinned, a handsome male student, well... He is only in the second grade of junior high school, and he still has one year to go to high school. I am not sure if Cheng Xinyuan remembers the misfortune he suffered when he was four years old. Fortunately, he was treated in time and recovered very well. There was no scar on his face, which was a blessing in disguise. However, his neck was not so lucky. It was the beginning of spring, and Cheng Xinyuan was still wearing a small cotton jacket. The boiling hot water formed a collection on his neck, which burned him severely and left a scar. It will follow Cheng Xinyuan for the rest of his life. It’s not that his family didn’t think about removing his scar, but he saw many doctors, and they all said that Cheng Xinyuan was still growing and the scar would fade with age. It was indeed true. When Cheng Xinyuan was in his twenties, he would not notice the scar on his neck if he didn’t look closely in normal social situations.

As for the beating that year, except for my uncle and his family, no one would remember it. My gentle aunt, while applying eye drops to my eyes, scolded my grandmother to the point of spitting blood. After scolding my grandmother, she scolded my father, and after scolding my father, she scolded my uncles, and scolded everyone she could...

I don't remember how painful the beating was, but I remember sneaking out of my uncle's house and going to the hospital to see Cheng Xinyuan. His head was wrapped in bandages, and only Ms. Lin was holding him. Ms. Lin cried and said sorry to me, saying that she should have believed me. I didn't pay much attention to her apology, I was only concerned about Cheng Xinyuan. Cheng Xinyuan's chubby little hands touched my face, and his mouth was unclear because of the injury, but I heard clearly: "Sister, don't be afraid, Yuanyuan doesn't hurt..."

Brat, he knew how to protect me back then, it was worth it to love him! I smiled knowingly and finished the last bite of ice cream.

I didn’t understand it before, but now I think back, the one who suffered the most was Ms. Lin. Her son was in great trouble, and her daughter was beaten in front of her without doing anything wrong, and she could do nothing…