Late at night, please give me half a cigarette

Chapter 6 Don't Kill Them
In fact, my adoptive mother was willing to let me out just to let people see that I look better than the daughter-in-law bought by Lao Hu's family.

The daughter-in-law bought by Lao Hu's family is 500 yuan cheaper than mine. This has always been a thorn in my adoptive mother's heart, so no matter what happens, she has to find a balance.

But she never expected that just after taking me out for a while, He Dong would come back with injuries all over her body. My adoptive mother was so angry that she picked up a matchstick from the bottom of the wall and hit me on the head and face. As soon as I heard a click, the matchstick broke.

That night, I knelt in the yard all night.

With this lesson learned, I was actually quite afraid that He Dong would take me out to play, but He Dong always dragged me out as if nothing happened.

But after a long time, no one said that I was a fool anymore. Although I didn't talk much, I was not annoying, and gradually everyone ignored me.

Hu Juan is three years older than me, and is the daughter-in-law bought by the old Hu family for Hu Ping.I actually really want to be friends with her, but every time I get close to her, she spits at me and tells me to get away, because of you, my family calls me ugly every day!
But at that time, I didn't have any idea about whether it was good-looking or not. I knew that I was hated by Hu Juan, and I couldn't be friends with her, which made me feel very uncomfortable.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and my adoptive mother finally showed mercy and allowed me to come out of the pigsty and live in the utility room.

Maybe it’s because people in the village say that I look juicy and look better than that Hu Juan when they chat. Made me a new dress, and asked me to go out after work to give her more face.

Although I seldom get beaten anymore, my adoptive father always said that he would help me take a bath. I didn’t quite understand what it meant, but I didn’t want him to get close to me from the bottom of my heart, so I held the basin and told my adoptive mother that I wanted to wash with her. I don't know if my adoptive mother also noticed it, but she didn't drive me out.

In a flash, winter came, and the snow fell heavily. When the year was approaching, the adoptive father caught the two pigs in the pigsty and said that someone had been invited to help butcher the pigs.

When I heard this, I ran over in a hurry, took my adoptive father by the hand and begged him not to kill the pig.

This was the first time I approached my adoptive father on my own initiative. My adoptive father lowered his head and watched me hold his thigh with his head up and grab his lapel. Then he smiled and reached out to touch my face, and said very patiently: "If you don't kill pigs, what will you eat during the Chinese New Year!"

"Dad, please, don't kill them!" I begged with my head up, just like when I begged my own mother not to sell me.

Those two pigs are like relatives to me. They accepted me, they gave me warmth, and they heard me secretly say that I missed my mother in the dead of night.

In order to repay them, I feed them a lot of pig food every day. I am very happy to see them growing stronger.But who would have thought, the adoptive father said, if such a fat pig is not killed for meat now, when will we wait!
I didn't want them to die, so I begged my adoptive father desperately, but my adoptive father got annoyed and kicked me far away, swearing a bad word, and cheerfully welcomed the invited pig slaughterer into the yard.

I saw with my own eyes that they tied up the pig, and then stabbed it down to let the blood out. I watched the blood gushing out, and I cried so hard that I couldn't even hear my own crying in the end.

They are my friends!Why kill them!What a mistake they made!

At the age of six, I really couldn't understand these things, so that the picture of killing pigs became my nightmare, and I couldn't eat a bite of pork since then.

That year, I watched them happily eating pork, but I didn't know how many times I vomited behind my back.

(End of this chapter)