Museum of the Dead

Nimi and Nimi are sisters.

Nimei is the elder sister, ten years old this year, with dark skin, immature face, raised lips, and a side profile that looks ape-like.

Nimai is the younger sister, four years old this year, with the same dark skin and immature face, like a black swan with no wings.

The two sisters don't look much alike. Although Nimai is six years younger than Nimei and her facial features have not yet opened, they also show her future demeanor, like a steaming hot chocolate beauty.

"Nimi! Nimai!" A young woman with a yellow veil shouted cordially, "Come and eat!"

"Mom, we want to play for a while!" The two little girls were digging out the eggs, so busy that they completely forgot about eating.

The woman didn't scold them, the expression on her face was still as gentle as water, she yelled again, in a gentle tone: "Nimi! Nimai, it's time to eat, or Dad will scold you soon!"

This sentence really worked, and the two sisters changed their expressions.

Nimei asked, "When did Dad come back?"

Nimai picked out the unbroken eggs from the bird's nest under the tree, "Didn't Dad leave yesterday?"

Nimai's question was also strange. It is normal to say that the parents missed him very much when they went out, but when Nimai said this, it sounded like he thought he came back too early.

"Maybe the job was done faster and came back earlier." The woman gave a simple explanation, and then greeted, "Go back quickly, Dad is already waiting for you at the dinner table."

The two sisters didn't waste any more time, and immediately walked home with their heels on their feet, and they didn't forget to bring the spoils before leaving.

……

At the dinner table, the two sisters, who were still alive and kicking just now, were as dumb as they were, not daring to breathe, and the tails of their eyes drooping.Although it was lunch time, the atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely serious and depressing.

It was obvious that the sisters were afraid of their father, the swarthy man who sat on the throne without anger and prestige.

The man was fat, with a bulging belly and a constant look of anger in his eyes, but maybe it was just because he was born that way.

The man coughed, and the two sisters trembled, not daring to make a sound.

The woman probably felt that the atmosphere was not right, so she hurriedly smiled and said to the man, "Didn't you buy presents for the children? Take them out!"

Only then did the man slowly take out a calico bag from behind him.

"Bought it for Ni."

The man's voice was also low and hoarse.

Nimai timidly took the calico bag, and whispered, "Thank you, Dad."

Nimei sneaked a glance at the flowered cloth bag. It painted a sun, a stream, a few trees, a few birds... The colors are so beautiful, it must look good on the back!

She really wants...to have that bag!

But this wish will not come true—because she is the least favored child in the family.

From childhood to adulthood, although my father was strict, he still treated her and her sister differently.

My sister is often hugged by him, but I have never been close; my sister often gets gifts, and I often use old things and wear old clothes.

In short, everything about her sister is beyond her expectations.

why?

Nimei saw his own appearance through the silver disk—is it because he looks ugly that he doesn't like himself?

……

Nimei finished her meal in silence, cleaned up the table with her mother, and went back to the room.

She was lying on the bed, and the energy she had just had at the dinner table still didn't dissipate, but instead accumulated bigger and bigger, like a snowball, and like a cloud of fog that would continue to engulf the darkness.

In fact, my sister is still young. At this age, she doesn't understand anything. She is just born to be good-looking and favored. What does she know herself?

She hinted to herself, trying to relax as much as possible, and wanted to erase the things that were hidden in her heart that she didn't want to say.

What is hidden in my heart and I don't want to say it is actually grievance, unwillingness, jealousy, but helplessness.

Nimei was feigning sleep, but her trembling eyelashes betrayed her mood at the moment—her mood had obviously reached a critical point.

Until she heard the conversation of her parents - the fuse exploded.

outside the house.

"The circumcision ceremony must be carried out quickly." The man's voice revealed majesty, and he could not refuse, "Nimi is ten years old! If you don't perform the ceremony, you will not be able to get married."

The air was quiet for a while.

It took a while for the woman's meek and timid voice to sound: "Is it too early? The daughter of the next door family seems to hold the ceremony at the age of 12."

She knew the pain of circumcision.

The mutilated body, the organs stitched up one by one, and the ceremony that she couldn't forget when she was young are all shadows that cannot be erased from her heart.

It can be said that every mother in this tribe has experienced such pain-with every entry, the place is torn open, and then it will be torn again after a while without healing.

Until the birth of a child—that is simply unbearable pain, worse than the worst car accident.

"What 12 years old? What nonsense are you listening to outside again?" The man's voice was full of anger. Although the woman communicated with him in a gentle tone and in a negotiating tone, but because of the low status of women's families in the tribe Offended the husband of the head of the family.

After the man finished cursing, he threw the cutlery on the ground, and there was a lot of crackling, "I said it's this year! Seven days later! It can't be later! Nimei's appearance makes it difficult to get married, the sooner the circumcision takes place, the better!"

Then there was no sound.

Nimei covered her face with a thin quilt, but tears had already soaked the quilt.

She knew the significance of the circumcision ceremony, and knew that she could not escape this disaster, but her biological father's words were like a thorny stick, and a sharp knife pierced straight into her heart.

She felt that her heart had already been riddled with holes.

Can't marry because of appearance?She doesn't want...nor does she want to grow up like this?But what can be done?Appearance is innate and unavoidable, just because of this, will he be treated indifferently, will he be despised like this?

Nimei clenched the quilt tightly in her hand, she...she was not reconciled!

Why would she accept such a fate and be forced to mutilate her own body?Why?

How wonderful it would be if I grew up like my younger sister!

Nimei thought so, but secretly made a decision in her heart—she wanted to leave this house!

She wants to leave here and escape by herself. No matter what, she must survive and enjoy the outside world!

Nimei secretly made a decision in her heart, so every night after that, while her parents and sister were asleep, she began to search for the things she needed to escape in various places in the house.

She is very smart, she will not just run out empty-handed like this, she may be starved to death or killed by poisonous insects before crossing the rainforest.

Nimei came to the bottom warehouse, trying to find something he needed from a pile of discarded items, although the probability was not high.

Suddenly, she found a book in the warehouse—it was a very old and worn-out book.

Nimei opened it and found that the book actually recorded many ancient witchcraft, and some symbols and characters she could not understand.

"Where did this come from?" Nimei was surprised by the source and content of the book, so she gave up searching the warehouse, and she needed to go back and think about the book.

She had a hunch that this book would help her.

Sure enough, Nimei soon discovered a method that could be used to save himself-soul exchange.

It is recorded in this book that soul swapping only needs to be done when both people run into a fixed position and then recite the spell.

simple way.

Nimei closed the book, with a vague light in his eyes.

Soul swap?

Seems like there's a suitable one...

……

When the girl woke up, she found that she was still lying on a messy bed, surrounded by white gauze.

Her head was dizzy, her throat was dry, and she couldn't speak.

After a short rest, she felt that she had regained some strength, so she decided to jump out of bed.

She doesn't know this place, her mother and sister are not here, where did they go?Why abandon yourself?

She was just about to jump out of bed when she realized that her hands, feet, and body had changed!

what happened!

She didn't know the reason, and she couldn't find her relatives. She was just a four-year-old girl, so she cried helplessly...

Then, the group of women in white robes lined up.

The girl looked along the crowd, and she saw two familiar faces - her mother and... her own face.

Nimei stood there with an indifferent expression.This is the first time she has come to observe her face as a bystander.

It turns out... my face is uglier and more ferocious than I imagined!Coupled with a lot of snot and tears, the whole face is horrible.

However, Nimi no longer cared.

Because she is Nimai now.

The author has something to say: A chapter without a protagonist...be patient, this story will end tomorrow~~~

Curator: ...Gong did not appear

Yan Yan: ... Gong [-] didn't play

The curator looked at Fei Yan inscrutably,

Yan Yan (Xiao Yueyue's face): What's wrong with having a counterattack heart?Am I proud? Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

7 bottles of resignation;

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