Personnel Corrector

When I was 14 years old and 23 days away from New Year's Day, the vicissitudes of life as my father tied a straw to me and led me to the market.

This is proof of "goods".

I was born with white hair and blue eyes, completely different from the black hair and black eyes of the locals. The neighbors all said that the wife of the Sugawara family was pregnant with a child of a monster, and that kid was the child of a monster.

Originally, my mother treated me like a parent and child, but I was just an ignorant child at the time, and couldn't understand the darkness in my mother's eyes.It wasn't until I was five years old that my mother gave birth to a younger brother with black hair and black eyes. I didn't realize how a real mother and child should get along.

The birthday is also, in my memory, only held three times.There is no additional way to celebrate, and the daily meals will not be richer than usual. It's just that my mother will caress my forehead lovingly before going to bed, and say happy birthday to me.

His father was a poor scholar, but he knew a lot of characters. He opened a small school in the village and made a living by teaching the children in the village how to read.But here is a remote village. Most of the villagers only let their children learn to read characters in the Sugawara Academy for a year or so. After they know a few commonly used characters, they will take them back. They do not intend to let their children learn to endorse articles.

In the early years, my father was still a little patient with me. He caressed the wrinkled books with his thick knuckles, and taught me to read one by one. Because paper is precious, when I practiced calligraphy, I always pulled the cane and wrote in the dirt. draw.

My family is poor, and my life is not rich. The clothes on my body are all made by my mother with old clothes.Summer is hot and dry, winter is freezing, only spring and autumn are comfortable.

But autumn is the harvest season, and the villagers would call the children of Sugawara School home to harvest. Without children to study, my father would have no income, and our family has no land, so every autumn is very difficult.

Therefore, I prefer spring. Affected by the local climate, the spring planting time is longer than the autumn harvest. The children do not need to go to the farmland to help, and the father also has an income. The mother will weave some fabrics by hand and make them into handkerchiefs to sell in the market. .

Occasionally, when my father came back from class, he would tell me about the history of Sugawara.

It is said that there was a high official in our ancestors, but he was demoted to Kyushu for offending the Emperor, and his children were sentenced to exile, and finally fell to this ghost place.

When my father said this, he clenched his fist tightly, saying that sooner or later he would pass the strategy exam and skyrocket and become a high official.

It's useless, you can't do it.

I somehow feel that way.

The miasma that no one else could see lingered around the man's shoulders, pressing heavily on his shoulders.I think this is why my father said that his shoulder hurts these days.

After saying the heartfelt words, the father was intoxicated with himself, and finally he said in a charitable tone, there are some books in the study, you can read them in your spare time.

Of course, our family is not big enough to have a study room, it is just an empty shelf stacked up in a straw house, and there are a few ancient books that are said to be handed down from our ancestors here and there.

At that time, I didn't recognize all the characters, but there was the same name at the end of each book. I recognized that the surname was pronounced Sugawara, but the name... I didn't recognize it yet.

Villager gossip produces things that no one else can see.

Whenever I appear in the village, the villagers who see me in the corner will talk about "monsters" and "why aren't they dead"... I didn't look back, but I could see the black mist emerging from the villagers, and it would eventually gather into a Man-eating monster.

I ran away without reminding them once.

When I was 8 years old, my mother gave birth to a younger brother named Li Jian. When I was 14 years old, I had a younger sister named Qianzhi. When I was [-] years old and a month away, my mother gave birth to a younger brother who has no name yet. .

And this year, our family's income was almost zero.

At that time, there was a once-in-a-century locust plague, and the locusts had been acting as demons since the summer. The villagers called the children away to drive out the locusts in the field, and no children went to school.

As a last resort, my father could only work as a helper to expel the locusts together to get sporadic wages.

Normally, in autumn and winter, our family has to rely on the help of the villagers. This locust plague has made it difficult for the villagers to survive the winter by themselves. How can they spare time to take care of others?

The mother gave birth prematurely due to her weakness, and the child born in the early spring came in the middle of winter.The injured mother couldn't do any housework, and the life at home fell to the bottom. From that moment, maybe earlier, my father looked at me more and more wrongly.

I woke up from the cold at night, and regardless of my younger siblings who were squeezed into the same quilt with me and swept away all the quilts, I heard a conversation coming from the next door.

"Are you really going to do this..."

The woman's voice was exhausted.

"Is there another way?"

The man's voice was full of impatience.

"...At any rate, it's my child."

"Heh, I've been raising it for so long, whose child really doesn't know."

"you!!"

"It looks like that, who would believe that Zhiliu is my child?"

Both of them have black hair and black eyes, how could they give birth to a child with such a weird appearance!

The woman coughed violently, as if she was confused by the man.

Seeing that his wife was out of breath, the man softened his tone slightly: "Okay, I will send you away tomorrow morning, and you can lie down and recuperate."

What exactly it was talking about, I also knew the next day.

I was treated as a commodity by my biological father and sent to the market.

……

In fact, I can escape.

On the busy street, I watched the crowds coming and going, thinking silently in my heart.

I haven't tried it either, but when the man tied me up with that straw, I felt that I could instantly separate the touch of the straw from my body.

But I didn't do that.

This year's locust plague has swept across a large area. Many farmers are living a difficult life. The winter of scarcity is coming without stopping, forcing some people to sell their children to survive.

Manpower alone cannot drive away the locusts. I heard that the villagers have jointly signed a letter to Heian-kyo, asking His Majesty the Emperor to send an Onmyoji master to do this, but there has been no result.

There are not a few people selling children on this street, but there are fewer people who intend to buy a mouth to eat.There are a few merchants who stopped because of my appearance, but they just took a look and didn't intend to buy me.

The man tried his best to sell me, saying that I can do any job, and I am in good health and will not get sick.

The merchant looked at my thin body, shook his head, and left.

The sun was setting, and I stood all day, and the straw rope was still held in the hands of the man called father.

As the sky darkened, other people came out.The beautifully dressed girls came out of a building running and jumping, and began to visit the market.

When she saw me, a young girl's eyes lit up and said, kid, look up.

I didn't move for a moment, the man hit me on the back of the head, and told me to look up in a cold tone.

When I heard the girl's exclamation, I suddenly had a realization.

I, who is always called "the son of the monster" and "the white-haired monster" on weekdays, seem to have overlooked one thing.

That's how I look, and it seems pleasing.

It can't be said to be pleasing, it should be... very beautiful.

But after standing in the market for a day, my white hair was stained with gray-yellow dust, without the whiteness of snowflakes, and my blue eyes were cloudy, not as clear as the sky.

The girl made some calculations, and said that the money she had on her today probably wouldn’t be able to buy me, and she was the prostitute who received customers in that building——When the girl said this, her expression showed no humility or discomfort, after all, from the cost of food and clothing, Look, she's doing much better than us.

The girl also said that they can only be released by their mother to play every ten days, so she asked the man to bring me to the market after ten days, and she would buy me.

The man doesn't care where I'm being sold to, he only cares about the price now.

He asked the girl very bluntly: How much do you pay.

The girl reported a number, took out a few copper coins and handed them to the man as a deposit, and said: Give the child some good food these days, I don't want him to lose weight again.

The man took the copper coins and agreed one by one.

correct.When she was about to leave, the girl turned her head and asked again: Is he clean?

The man was taken aback for a moment, and then replied in a daze: Yes, it's clean.

That's good.

The girl winked at me and teased:

I'll find you a good family with buds.

……

Ten days after my 14th birthday and 10 days before the new year, I was once again tied to a straw and came to the market.

I don't know why I am so obsessed with my birthday... I always feel that someone should celebrate me on that day.

After being frozen by the cold wind for a long time, the man realized later: that prostitute can only come out at night, why would he come here in broad daylight to seek guilt?

The naan cakes in winter had been frozen hard for a long time, and it took a long time to melt in his mouth. Perhaps thinking that there would be a lot of money in the account at night, the man spit out the naan cakes that were like stones in his mouth, and ordered I am not allowed to move in place.

Probably because I am too obedient on weekdays, men have never thought about the possibility of me running away.

The biting wind is like a blunt axe. Although it won't scratch the skin, it still hurts the surface.It was at this time that I saw the guy with the strange hairstyle.

He was wrapped in a large cloth completely different from the style of the kimono, covering his whole body, and he was very warm at first glance.The shoes on the feet are actually the length of the calf, I really don't know how to wear them.But the most noticeable thing is the few locks of hair hanging from the left forehead.

I looked up at his hair, he looked down at me, and our eyes met.

"Puchi." He laughed out loud, pointed at my head, and said, "What kind of hairstyle do you have, is it an afro hahahaha, it's all up!"

This is the man who showered me with cold water and washed my hair early in the morning in order to show my "cleanliness".

He half squatted down, looked at me at the same level, and seemed to be sighing: "Oh, oh! This time it's really not tall, rich and handsome, but short and poor!"

The guy with the weird haircut was so happy that his eyes narrowed with a smile.

I replied to him: "Your hairstyle is really weird."

His laughter stopped.

"No, Wu, you are already like this, can't you say something nice? For example, 'Please help me~' or something hahahahaha!" He started laughing again as he spoke, leaning back exaggeratedly go.

"What I said, uncle, will you save me?"

He widened his eyes and pointed to himself: "I am 16 years old."

I replied: "I am 14."

He was shocked: "You little dwarf has 14?!"

I:"…………"

My stature is already considered tall at home and in the village. How long do I have to grow to be considered short?

My eyesight is very good. Based on his shape just now and his half-squatting posture, I calculated his height... well, this man is estimated to be 1.8 meters tall, which is indeed very tall.

So I changed the subject: "How do you know my name?"

He seemed to have just realized, and added: "Little friend, what's your name?"

I paused, and introduced myself to outsiders for the first time: "Satoru, Sugawara Zhiliu."

He put his broad palm on my head, but his teeth were frozen by the ice crystals: "Why is there so much ice on your head?"

As he spoke, he brushed my hair with a swish, and wiped off all the icy residue.

The heat that does not belong to winter enters the heart through the scalp, and is transported to the limbs and bones through the blood. For the first time, I feel warm in winter.

I clenched my fists and said in a helpless tone, "Will you take me away?"

He paused, probably not expecting me to ask such a question.

Just when I was ready to be rejected, the man with the strange hair smiled at me again.

"Okay," he said, "but I have one request."

"You have to change your name, I (I) is too ugly. Change it to me (servant) or me (private)."

The author has something to say: Brother Jie, picked up the little white cat at the beginning

And the malnourished little white cat is only 1.6 meters. In Jie's eyes, it is... a dwarf

Hey, I can't find the winning little angel even with a lantern, sigh——

感谢在2021-08-04?20:57:19~2021-08-04?23:09:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Mou Qi is a waste salted fish? 2;

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of An Nai, Qingbushushan, Ikeda Qiu; 1 bottle of Skin Sanqian;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!