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Solitary tombs, neat tombstones, scattered high and low, different sizes, scattered but with their own specifications, are distributed on this small hillside. At the foot of the hill, there is a small courtyard, which is in stark contrast to the desolation of the mountain.

The chickens and ducks are clucking and cooing in the yard, and the chickens and ducks that are not confined to the small cages are flopping freely, stirring up the dust on the ground from time to time, and the water sprinkled in the yard early in the morning leaves only a little dark trace, waiting Let the sun rise again, and it will dry out quickly.

Before the dust filled up, the middle-aged man sitting in front of the door poured out half a cup of residual tea, and then threw the tea bowl on the ground, watching the wet tea leaves fall out, and if they couldn't fall out, use his fingers Wipe it inside, turn it down in a circle, flick your fingers, and it will be clean.

There are chickens and ducks that are close to each other, and they are wet when they are thrown by the tea leaves. If they can’t reach their heads, they shake their feathers and shake them vigorously. After struggling hard, it’s useless. After the end is finished, it will drop automatically, or after rubbing the feathers with your companions, wipe off these dirty things.

In the corner of the yard, behind the door, there are some sundries piled up, more or less, it looks a bit messy that life should have.

The middle-aged man coughed twice, spit out a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, rubbed the soles of his shoes, and the fine dust quickly covered the small piece of wet ground.

"Fifth Uncle, Fifth Uncle, are you there?"

Someone was calling outside the door, the young man's voice was unobtrusive and a bit harsh.

"Which little bastard is howling outside, calling mourning, let's see howling again!"

The middle-aged man's voice was a little hoarse, and his tone was even more domineering, as if he was going to hit someone when he spoke.

"It's early in the morning, uncle Wu, don't be so angry!"

The young man outside was not afraid, and with a playful smile, he poked his head out from the door, pushed open the half-hidden courtyard door, and brought a child in when he came in. The four or five-year-old child walked peacefully Being dragged in by him, he didn't say a word.

"Uncle Wu, the family said that you are lonely here alone, let me send a child to accompany you."

The young man was quite thick-skinned, and before the middle-aged man could speak, he pushed the child beside him forward very familiarly. The child staggered a little after being pushed like this, showing the shortcomings of his legs and feet, a little lame.

Thin and small, the old clothes that looked almost new were a bit too big, and some bruises and swellings could be seen on the collar and wrists that could not be covered. On the thin and dark skin, it seemed to be wounded.

Xu Shiren has become thinner, and that small face is also a little sharp, which makes the eyes, black and big, look weird, and the weirdest thing is the quiet meaning in the eyes, why? It doesn't even look like a child, but it looks like an old ghost in the field revived, revealing a disturbing and unpredictable meaning.

"Put your mother's shit on, who am I to accompany me here, not to be buried on the mountain!"

The middle-aged man scolded unceremoniously, and the appearance of spitting was a bit fierce. He also had a face that looked fierce, and he was not a good person at first glance. Coupled with a black birthmark on the left face, the dark cloud Usually, when half of the face is just covered, there will be a feeling of yin and yang, and the more unkind.

The teeth are irregular, yellow, and missing... He looks like an ordinary farmer, with a lot of scorn, and he is not a good person to get along with.

Is this my future master?

Ji Mo quietly looked at it, and a thoughtful flash of thought flashed across his eyes, and there seemed to be a reflected light in the dark and bright eyes, which seemed to be a little more agile.

"How can this be? After all, they are children from the clan, so they can't just be sent to the mountains like this."

The young man said this, smiled wryly, and explained to the child, "There is nowhere to go. His father, if he stays at home, he will be beaten to death. He is a male of the same clan anyway, so he can't just do it for nothing." died……"

"It's okay to do something, so I don't let it go in vain!"

The middle-aged man answered, and rolled his eyes at the same time, as if he could already see the faces of the elders in the clan, pity the poor and the weak?Help the old and help the orphans?What to do, daydream, gossip, show off your ability, don't let some people be too crazy.

"Hmph, which one is it from?"

"With the six sons of their family, his father is very capable and coaxed the two sisters..." The young man spoke fluently, but when he started to talk, he got off topic. Sexual disputes are always the most attractive, not to mention this kind of stepmother who abused the child born to his ex-wife , It's really not uncommon. If you say that the two sisters are not real sisters, they are just cousins, let alone nothing.

That is to say, if the child is a boy, if it is a girl, maybe no one will speak up after being tortured to death, and everyone will pretend to be deaf and dumb as if they can't see, that's not a problem at all.

It's not that the people in the clan are bad, there are one or two hundred people, who still stares at someone's house, besides, girls' movies are worthless in the first place, and it is common to sell people on their feet in a bad year.

Even in peaceful years, there are those who don’t want to raise a daughter, and sell their daughter directly to others. If it’s really impossible, they can throw them in the urine bucket and drown.

Boys, it's different.

The young man partnered with the middle-aged man and talked about how the child's scumbag father is not as good as a pig or a dog. He first talked about the romantic disputes, and then talked about the child. The middle-aged man looked at the wound on his body.

The skinny and bone-like body is criss-crossed, full of scars, knife wounds and scalds, and nothing is missing. The young man kept tsk-tsk as if pitying him, "Dad like that on the stall is really bad luck in eight lifetimes. I haven't seen anyone The family beats the son to death, something that loses conscience..."

As he spoke, he was still filled with righteous indignation.

The middle-aged man was not so upbeat, and snorted coldly: "Go, go, see who is pitiful and take the other. I don't have so many pitiful people here. It's all because of my bad reincarnation. Who is to blame!"

Blame the system!

Ji Mo answered in his mind, never thought that the environment of this family is like this, he tried to improve it, but it's a pity that the scumbag is not a person!

It's wrong to move, it's wrong to be still, it's wrong to obey, it's wrong to be disobedient, that kind of state of being easily blamed, if it's really a child, I'm afraid I'll die of fright, I don't know what I'm doing is not wrong. You ignored it and thought you were safe. The next moment, the door bolt fell from the sky and hit you directly. The pain was so painful that you were about to be sent flying. Then there was the beating and scolding. It sounded reasonable, but it was completely unreasonable. Amidst the scolding, it was a waste of food to live.

Ji Mo's legs were good at first, but they were broken by his scumbag father and he became lame.

I was only five years old, and I was already habitually dislocated, and my arms and legs were pulled back and forth at every turn. How strong a child's arms and legs are, if they are not directly torn off, they are smart enough to walk along with the strength , even so, there are still many fractures.

But there is no good way to heal the wound, and the most terrible thing is that there is no medicine at all.

What does it feel like to lie on the ground with a fever, what does it feel like for a cockroach to crawl across your face, and for a mouse to chew on your finger?

It was really almost a dead body.

After confirming that the scumbag father is definitely not the master, what Ji Mo wants to do is to escape, but the courtyard wall is not high enough to block a malnourished and weak child.

After a lot of hard work, I seized an opportunity to gain the sympathy of the people around me, thinking that I would be able to feel better, but the result was good, the neighbors helped me persuade me, and the scumbag father came back and beat me up.

Ji Mo really has the heart to vomit blood, what the hell is this, how can such a dog be a father!When people are not worthy.

What does it mean not to give birth if you have the ability, but to fight to death after giving birth? !

Sometimes, Ji Mo wished that he would be a girl in this life, so that he could be sold smoothly, and maybe there was still a way to survive, so that he wouldn't die so painfully.

So, I tried to think of a way, and "fighted wits and courage", and finally... finally... With this opportunity, I was able to meet someone who might be the master.

The young man said it easily, as if the elders of the clan felt sorry for the child so much that they found a place for him just now. Ji Mo thought in his heart that it was clearly hinted by himself, wishing that Xinle would go directly to him, and thus he got the current "benefits" ", do you really think that men are valued?

He is so young, it is not sure whether he can grow up, and he said that it is too early to invest, and there is no need to worry about his affairs.

The middle-aged man was unmoved, even when he saw the scars on Ji Mo's body, he just snorted coldly, there was really no emotion in his eyes.

The young man was not disappointed either, he pushed Ji Mo forward, and said directly: "I brought him here, Uncle Wu, you can stay if you want, it's also good to keep it to clean the yard, you always need someone to help!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and ran, closing the door a little harder, the door panel vibrated and opened again, just in time for Ji Mo to see his back running fast.

OK, run pretty fast.

"Little bunny!"

The middle-aged man was yelling and cursing, his tone seemed to be in a hurry, but he didn't move his nest. He was still sitting in the distance, as if he was too lazy to move. He glanced at Ji Mo who was honestly closing the door, and waved to him directly: "Come here, let me See how this survived until now."

It's not a good tone, but it doesn't mean that you want to retreat yourself.

Ji Mo moved forward slowly. He really wanted to go fast, but he couldn't. Firstly, his legs were not good, and he became more and more embarrassed when he was too fast. Secondly, he was habitually dislocated. , it may be dislocated directly, and the sound of "click" and "click" can be heard as the sound of a skeleton walking.

The appearance is also similar, there is no flesh on the face.

Ji Mo pursed his lips, and showed a small expression that seemed to be a smile to the middle-aged man. He really wanted to please him cheerfully, but after going through such hardships, no matter how heartless and happy he was, it probably wouldn't be an embarrassment. things people are willing to accept.

Take it easy.