80 military doctor's little wife

Tang Yuxin grabs a stick and holds it firmly.

Just when she almost stopped breathing, the sound finally disappeared and went away.

Tang Yuxin put down the stick in his hand and gasped for breath.

On such a cold day, she was scared out in a cold sweat.

The wind poured up from the window, which also dried the cold sweat all over her body, bringing not only cold, but also cool.

It's cold.

My heart is cold.

It's almost completely cool.

She thought that she would be safe when she came out of song Da Sha's house. In fact, she was not. Maybe she would be more dangerous.

Song Dasha doesn't have such a heart. Don't say that he's a fool now. Even if he's not a fool, there's only that Chuntao in his heart. But there's not only one man in the world, not only song Dasha, but also an old man.

She can clearly see that old man song has been disgusted with her.

But I don't have the guts yet.

There is also a trial again and again, but Tang Yuxin does not think that the so-called trial will not come true in the future.

She can't afford to gamble.

The result of losing is that she can't bear it all her life. She can't live a second time. She has been reborn all her life. She doesn't think she can open her eyes again and go back to the past.

Such extravagance she never thought of, she is also the same dare not think.

Every night, every day, she was so tortured that she didn't dare to sleep, afraid of freezing to death, and also afraid that song would come in suddenly.

The chicken outside suddenly crowed. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, stood up, pulled the iron chain and began to make a fire.

When the water was about to pour, old lady song woke up.

She went into the kitchen and saw that Tang Yuxin had already boiled the water, but she was not so angry.

Go and fill it with water.

She commands Tang Yuxin, and she rolls up her sleeves to prepare for cooking. The food at home will never make Tang Yu excited. She thinks that the rice at home is more important than life.

She was also afraid that Tang Yuxin would steal food. Every day, she almost counted the rice she used to cook.

Tang Yuxin pulls the iron chain to lift the bucket from the ground and is about to go to the well to fetch water. The iron chain now locks not only one foot, but two. Even if she wants to run now, she can't run far with the iron chain.

Maybe it's because of her good performance. She has forgotten how many days she has been here, and how she has survived day by day.

She can go out of the Song family.

She went out with a bucket. The iron chain on her feet was pulled on the ground from time to time. Her shoes were worn out, showing a big toe. Her hands were frozen out of a lot of chilblains, and even split. She raised her face, and her cheeks were deeply sunk. She still looked like a skeleton. She had no choice but to eat a little every day, Even if she wants to grow into a pig, it's impossible.

Old man song gave her a corn flour bun, and then drank some water. This was the biggest oil and water she could see in a day.

She went to the next door with the bucket. The neighbor opened the door and let her in. However, her eyes looked at her from time to time, as if they were valuing her. It was more like tearing off her flesh with their eyes.

Tang Yu knows that there are no good people in this village. They are all demons with indifferent spirit.

They do not want others to live well, and no one can sympathize with her.

They look at her eyes, are indifferent, are merciless, no one has ever pitied her.

Sometimes she will meet a few expressionless women, there may be a trace of difference, but it is just memories, it is just numbness.

Tang Yuxin will wonder if these women were also sold here at the beginning.

They from the initial expectations, expectations, to the end it is despair, and then here day by day next to their own, the rest of the day, or many, perhaps less, perhaps life is to be trapped here, numb to live.

Over time, even who they are, what their previous name is forgotten.

Numbness is also a disease

Such a disease is an incurable disease.

Tang Yuxin uses the pressure well here to press the water again and again. When the bucket is full, she just lifts the bucket, and the veins on her arms explode outward. We can see how heavy the bucket is?

She lifted it up for a while and had to rest for a while,

On a cold day, when this bucket of water was mentioned to the Song family, she was already sweating.

"Why is it so late? Do you want us to starve?"

Old lady song directly took the rolling pin and hit Tang Yuxin on the shoulder. Tang Yuxin could only stand there, shrinking from time to time, but he didn't hide.

She can't hide. She'll only fight harder if she touches her.

So she had to endure the pain.

Sure enough, old lady song has had enough fighting. Her hands are all sour. In addition, song Da Sha outside is already crying for dinner. Even if she is angry, she has to take care of her baby son's stomach.

"It's no use burning a fire."

Old lady song kicked Tang Yuxin again and kicked her to the stove.

Tang Yuxin faltered and almost fell to the ground.

Old lady song glared at her. She might have wanted to hit someone again, but when she heard song Dasha saying that she was hungry, she had to put away her rolling pin and start cooking.

Tang Yuxin squatted on the ground and kept filling the stove with firewood. In the light of the fire, her eyes were red, but she never cried or shed a tear.

Here, tears are the least valuable, tears are also the most useless.

There is no big fish and meat in the Song family. Every day it's just plain food, but it's enough to eat.

For the Song family, Tang Yuxin is just a pig, a dog, and a tool to have children.

It's never human.

Tang Yuxin uncovers the pot. Little by little, she picks up the rice grains left in the pot and eats them into her mouth. When there are no rice grains in the pot, she just brushes the pot and washes the dishes.

The day outside is dark again, and the night is never peaceful, never quiet, and may be the beginning of sin.

Every night, Tang Yuxin would stay in the small kitchen, waiting for another dawn. For her, even if she was beaten, even if she had endless work to do, it was safer than the desolation at night.

The sound of footsteps came from outside, which was closer and longer than before.