Fairy Cries Only At Night

The night in Shanghai is brightly lit and charming. Even from a small floor, it can still be clearly seen.

I sat in front of the dressing table with inferior lipstick in my hand, looked at the pure, young and vibrant face in the mirror, and stroked my face slowly.

A pair of black almond eyes, ruddy thin lips and small nose seem to be farther and farther away from the innocent child with two pigtails in his memory, and it seems to have a shadow.

With the trance in my eyes, some yellowing pictures gradually floated in front of me.

My name is Su Qing. My grandmother said she picked me up from the ridge.

A small ball was wrapped in a small cotton quilt and cried very sad, but I stopped crying after seeing her and smiled happily at her.

Grandma said we were destined, so grandma took me home.

Grandma has two sons, one honest and one addicted to gambling.

I had no contact with them since I was a child. I only lived with grandma.

But I often see grandma's second son come to her for money.

It was another summer. I was eight years old.

This summer is very hot. The hot people are flustered. I came back from the corn field to prepare some rice for my grandmother, but I saw the door of my home open.

I thought there was a thief. I quietly went outside and took a stick, ran inside and shouted, "there is a thief! There is a thief!"

The thief ran out and stared at me fiercely. I stopped and shouted.

This' thief 'is no one else, but Grandma's second son.

I looked at his hand at once. He was holding a tight thing wrapped in rags.

I recognize this thing. It's grandma's money bag.

I immediately ran over and robbed, "uncle Liu, you can't take grandma's money!"

Grandma is old and in poor health. Last time she was angry with Liu Shuqi and lay in bed for a week.

But how can an eight year old of mine be stronger than uncle Liu? Uncle Liu picked me up and scolded me fiercely. A mouthful of saliva sprayed on my face.

"This is my mother's money. When she dies, the money belongs to me. Do you still leave it to you little bastard?"

I was used to being scolded by others since I was a child. I haven't felt it for a long time, but when uncle Liu said that grandma died, my little universe broke out and shouted back, "grandma won't die! She'll never die. Bring the money."

I kicked him quickly and reached his hand with both hands.

But my hands were too short to reach. Instead, my clothes were lifted up.

It's hot in summer. I don't wear much. I go to work in the field and wear less. I wear a fancy vest and knee shorts.

I am constantly struggling now. The flowered vest has long been separated from my skin, and my waist and stomach are exposed.

But I didn't notice. Instead, I saw Uncle Liu's hand slowly put down.

As soon as I was happy, I quickly grabbed the purse. Before uncle Liu could let me go, I was thrown into the living room by him.

"What are you doing!" my ass fell down, and I showed my teeth in pain.

But uncle Liu pressed down on me like a big fat pig. I saw the look on uncle Liu's face.

It's scary.

I don't know what uncle Liu's eyes are. I only know that such eyes make me afraid, but uncle Liu's shriveled hands quickly pull my clothes and pants. I'm afraid of kicking, "uncle Liu, what are you doing, let go of me!"

"Hey, hey... It's time for me to taste it after raising so much..."

Then the smelly mouth fell down.