Chapter 1289: Why don't you die

Chapter 1289: Why Didn't You Die
Northwest, the city of exile.
After night, the city is full of lights and is very noisy.
This noise is not related to the atmosphere of the New Year.
No one in New Year's Day in the city of exile.
The more lively the festival, the more chaotic the city will become.
Because there are many people walking around and there are many people, there are many conflicts.
People here just fight when they don't agree.
One day, if you do n’t hear anybody, then it ’s abnormal.
There was a murmur of noise in a dark, broken alleyway in a half-collapsed earthen room.
There was no light in the room, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside, but occasionally people passing by the door of the room heard the sound inside and knew what the people inside were doing.
After a short while, a man in the room scolded him out, finishing his clothes while walking, "a bone, really a hand. It's only worth the price of two hoes!"
When looking back, the man glanced across another darkened room, his eyes faintly flickered, and he spit on the ground fiercely, and walked away.
"Bring your hoe." There was a husky voice from the woman in the black room, "Hurry up! Do you want to disobey me?"
On the opposite side of the house, a thin, thin figure came out, holding two gimmicks that had become hard, and went numbly to the next room.
The black hole room looks like a monster's mouth, and can swallow people at any time. Through the dim moonlight coming in through the window, one could almost see the individual sitting on the innermost wooden bed. His body was also thin and thin, and his eyes flickered in the dimness.
The whole room was filled with an unpleasant stench, and the sloppy woman seemed to be unscented, dragging her rundown body, moving her steps stiffly.
"Come on! Do you want to starve me to death? I tell you, if you dare to move on, I will let you die as soon as possible!" When the woman approached, the bedman snatched her head from her hand, Gobbling, desperately stuffing his mouth.
Even if the steamed bun is stiff, it even has a faint smell, which is delicious for people who are hungry.
"Why a half missing? Do you dare to hide?" The bun was too hard and dry, eating quickly, holding the throat, raising her face, and staring at the girl in front of her.
Half of his face was exposed to dim moonlight, covered with pus, and ugly.
"Slave was hungry and ate half." Aunt Muran replied.
Snapped.
The slap fell on the face, the pain was expected, and the corner of the mouth was bloody, and the girl lowered her head without saying a word.
As long as you don't speak, the scolding will end soon.
"Eat it and eat it, you can't starve to death." Shan Xin laughed sharply, and the laughter was sharp and strange, making the listener's heart hairy.
One year of torture can break anyone's pride and make people beyond recognition.
The two people in the house, be they good-natured or maidservants, have changed.
One is ugly, like removing the false shell, completely revealing the true face.
One was sharpened, and the last kind of heart was worn away.
In the corner, a pair of eyes silently stared at the scene in front of them, like a lifeless puppet, quiet as if it didn't exist.
"Come here." The woman on the bed suddenly looked over here, coldly.
There was a slight noise, and the person in the corner climbed up and walked unsteadily to the bed. A small ball was a child.
Very small and extremely thin.
Because of being too skinny, those lonely eyes looked so big that they were almost skinny.
There was a wrapped around him that didn't know where to pick it up to the calf and beneath it were bare feet.
"Want to eat?" Spreading out the palms, favoring the palm, there is a small piece of steamed bread left over from eating, the amount of adults half a mouth.
The baby's eyes fell on the woman's palm, and she slowly stretched out her thin, dirty hands.
She favored the palm of her hand and fell her head to the ground.
The baby responded slowly, and after half a shot, she squatted down, picked up her hoes and stuffed her mouth.
Chill a and put a rock in your mouth like a bite. Even if there is only a little bit, the little baby will have to bite for a long time before he can finish.
"Nausea!" The baby was choked, but did not spit out the food in her mouth.
His eyes were narrowed, his face turned purple, and his half-opened mouth could not breathe.
The two adults didn't move, and looked coldly.
Like watching an interesting drama.
It wasn't until the end that Xiaowa started rolling her eyes, and she favored him and patted him on the back.
"Useless little beast. Take him away!"
The girl stooped and took the baby's hand, dragged the baby who was still breathing, and dragged it out of the room.
Returning to the broken house opposite, the girl shook her hand and flew the baby almost out, hitting the earth wall hard.
There was not much movement, even if the other person heard it, they wouldn't say anything.
The girl looked coldly at the little baby's disappointment, slowed down for a long time, then slowly got up and stood upright.
Don't cry or make trouble, don't beg for mercy.
There were nothing in those silent eyes, like they knew everything, and they didn't understand anything.
The girl walked over, took the torn clothes next to her, rolled them in her hands, and beat them the face of the baby.
This will make no noise, no noise to the opposite room.
The two-year-old baby boy couldn't bear the strength of the adult. He was beaten to the ground again and again, and he got up and stood back again and again.
Even if the woman was snoring and snoring, dragging, even lifting him up and throwing it to the ground fiercely, he still climbed up again and again.
It's just that movements are getting harder and slower and slower.
In the end, the girl-in-law was tired, and she fell to the ground, gazing at the little baby who was always standing in front of her, tears bursting out of her eyes and sliding down.
This is the little baby she once really distressed, and she has been with her since birth.
Sometimes she even felt that she was more like a child's mother than a virgin.
She's just a girl, she didn't miss anything, and never hurt anyone. Why did she end up like this in the end?
If there was no baby in front of her, wouldn't she have been with the maiden all the time, or would she not have fallen into the field like today.
Sell ​​yourself just for two gimmicks.
It's not your own stomach to fill up.
"Why ... don't you die? Why don't you die?" She murmured with tears.
Xiaowa's eyes were too large, and she looked back at her quietly. After a long time, the thin, thin hands slowly lifted up, touching the woman's face, gently, awkwardly, wiping her tears.
The girl shivered, shaking.
The last one held the baby in her arms, sobbing sadly.
She didn't even cry when she cried.
She hates it!
"Little bitch, it's time to go out to celebrate New Year's Day!"
"The firecrackers are set up outside the New Year's Day, and Grandpa has prepared this thing, so you can try it out!"
"Hahaha! Hurry, drag people out!"
Outside the house, the footsteps were getting closer with unbridled laughter.
The girl looked pale instantly.
Today, I scratched the outline of this child and almost cried myself. He is too old to write abuse. This is already a modified version, and I reluctantly accepted it before posting it. Go and see how many bricks you have piled. Want to see the next story? Before I take a bath, hahaha.
(End of this chapter)