My Life As Daughter-in-law

City Paradise Street is a famous red light district. Under the bright appearance of lights, innumerable filth surges in the dark.

My mother's name is Bai Ling. She is a young lady in a hair salon on Paradise Street, and I am the daughter of the young lady who grew up in the red light district.

My mother is a hard-working woman. She was kidnapped and trafficked when she was two or three years old. The man who brought her up is a pimp, good wine, good smoke and beating people.

When my mother had her first menstruation at the age of 13, the man sold my mother's first night to an old rich man. The old rich man was very satisfied with my mother and gave him the money for three years.

Three years later, the pimp died of alcoholism. My mother couldn't make a living, so she had to go out to stand in the street with her sisters. Then she was forced on a rainy night, and then she became pregnant with me.

In fact, I shouldn't have come to this world. My mother knew that when she was pregnant with me, the sisters around her advised her to kill me, otherwise she couldn't go on. How could a young lady come out to the street with her daughter

But my mother was soft hearted and gave birth to me under all kinds of pressure.

When I was born, I was black and thin. Both my appearance and sharp cry were annoying. I was born in the red light district, but she named me Bai ruoyue. By putting such a clean name like moonlight on my head, it can be seen that she didn't want me to go her old way. If she could, she hoped I could stay away from her life.

However, the idea is good, but the reality is always cruel.

My mother is a person without a registered permanent residence, not to mention me, so I can't sign up for school as normal as other children. She can only go on in primary and junior high school by "dredging up" with the leaders of public schools. However, there are always some powerful parents who can't hide everything from their eyes.

Even if my mother tried to isolate me from her life, I could not escape the malice from the depths of human nature.

When I was in the third grade of primary school, I was scolded for the first time.

Zhang Anfeng, my deskmate, wants to copy my test paper. He is the grade director. He is sour and often excludes young female teachers. Zhang Anfeng, relying on his mother's authority, runs roughshod over the class. Our classmates hate him very much.

I heard that he would be beaten by his father when he failed in the exam. I want to see him beaten, so he wants to copy my exam paper. Of course I won't give it.

After the exam, he stopped me in the corner at the back of the classroom and slapped me: "Bai ruoyue, what are you proud of? Don't you dare not copy it for me! Your mother is just a chicken maker. You will be a chicken in the future! What's the use of being so good? "

It was the first time I was beaten. My mother was not willing to beat me.

I covered my face and cried, half painful and half wronged. He hit me very painful and scolded my mother. At that time, I couldn't understand what it was to make chicken. I thought that whether my mother made chicken or duck, she made it very delicious.

A classmate ran to the office to call the teacher. I was taken away, but Zhang Anfeng stayed to continue his class.

When I reported to the teacher of the teaching office, the teacher looked at director Li, that is, Zhang Anfeng's mother, and suddenly raised his hand and poked a finger on my forehead.

"You're still crying. I've never seen a child like you who confuses black and white! How on earth did your mother teach you? "

I was stunned, opened my mouth and forgot to cry.

The teacher continued to poke me in the forehead and chattered: "I brought the bad atmosphere outside school to school at a young age and became a mother... Well, my daughter can't learn well if she has bad conduct..."

I was stabbed to tears by him, but I didn't dare to cry again.

I've felt that he's not with me. He won't help me.

After teaching me a lesson, the teacher smiled at director Li and said, "don't worry, Miss Li, this matter has been solved."

"Yes." Director Li nodded with satisfaction, "I'll talk about our family Anfeng when I go back."

"An Feng is so good that he is different from some people." He said with a disdainful look at me, "Why are you still standing here and don't you go back to class?"

I went back to class and looked at my classmates with Zhang Anfeng's gloating eyes. When I got home, I cried in a mess.

I didn't tell my mother about it because she worked hard on the night shift every day. I didn't want to increase her burden.

I thought the exam would end, but this is the beginning of everything.

At first, several of my good friends alienated me. Then, when I went to school every day, my desk was filled with garbage, and there were crooked words engraved with a knife on the desktop. It was a simple and malicious contempt and curse. Let me roll, let me die, and more let me be a chicken.

What's more, I took out the chick stabbed to death by a pencil sharpening knife from my desk. When I took it out, it was a lump of cold meat. The golden chicken feather was thin and soft, with blood on it.

Because the teacher who poked me in the head was in charge of the students' mistakes, I knew what it was like to be alone when I was ten years old.

Both teachers and classmates regard me as a pest to avoid because of the rampant rumor that my mother is a chicken. I was booed and excluded. No one was willing to help me. My grades plummeted and became the tail of the crane in the class.

My mother also had a headache about my report card. She scolded me, but because I retorted that "they scolded me for bullying me because you are a chicken", she never complained about my grades again, but sighed every time she saw it.

She places her hopes on me, but she also knows how far her daughter's life can go if she is a mother

But at that time, I didn't understand, just depression and self loathing day after day.

Because it was compulsory education, I was able to rise to junior high school without danger. My mother went out to handle the admission procedures at night. When she came back, she was very tired. She threw the procedures and materials on the table and fell asleep.

As I grew older and my classmates mocked me day after day, I had a vague idea of what my mother's career was. Looking at my mother's thin face, I feel very distressed.

When I covered her with a quilt that night, I secretly decided to study hard and make her happy.

However, I was silly on the first day of school. Zhang Anfeng was in the same class with me. His mother, director Li, was transferred from the grade director of the primary school to the grade leader of the middle school. With them, my past has been embellished and there is no hiding place.

My nightmare continues.

Junior high school students have much more tricks than primary school students. Under their tireless torture, I live a very "full" life every day. I've been practicing in primary school for three years. I even think I can stand any tricks as long as they don't want to kill me.

At this time, the girls in the class began to develop like sprouts. Because of malnutrition, I was as thin as a man. Some bad hearted boys always lifted my clothes: "Bai ruoyue, are you really a woman? If you are a girl, why don't you have a chest? Ha ha ha!"

Everyone is used to this kind of prank. I have to protect myself because I have been lifted many times. The style of school uniform is relatively large. I asked my mother to help me change it to fit just right. Whenever I put my coat into my pants, they can't lift it.

In the past three years, Zhang Anfeng has grown a lot. He has changed from a fat round to a tall and strong man. He is still very powerful in the class and the villain who bullies me most. I sat behind him obliquely. Many times I fantasized about poking a pen into the back of his neck to see if he would laugh at me, but it was just thinking that I didn't have the courage.

In the summer near the end of the first day of junior high school, I was forced to pick up the mess of other students on duty. I finally swept the garbage together. When I turned to get the garbage shovel, the classroom door suddenly closed, a pair of sweaty hands covered my mouth and pressed me on the blackboard newspaper behind me.

It's Zhang Anfeng.

He pressed me tightly, covered my mouth with one hand, stroked between my legs with the other hand across my pants, gasped and said, "Hey, you're really a woman. It's different from us..."

I was stunned. It was really terrible to look at him from a close distance. He was fifteen centimeters taller than me. The whole person was pressed like an iron tower, and the sweat on his body penetrated into my nostrils. His head was full of oil sweat, greasy and disgusting. There were several maturing acne around his nose. White pus was clearly visible in his thin skin and seemed to spray out at any time.

I was so scared that I couldn't move at all.

Zhang Anfeng controlled people to do the same thing. It was easy for me. He pressed me on the desk, tore off my pants and pinched my ass with a smile: "Bai ruoyue, you will be a chicken in the future, and I will be the first to go to you."

"No! I shouldn't... "my voice was crying," let go of me... Zhang Anfeng, let go of me! Help... "

Zhang Anfeng sneered: "it's still called help. Who will save you? You're a bitch, born of a son, and you'll be a bitch in the future. You know, you're called a chick, and you'll follow your mother's old chicken as a chick in the future!"

He said and pinched my ass.

"You're disgusting! No! Let go of me... "

I raised my hand to block it. At this time, I found that I was still holding a broom in my hand. I tried my best to knock Zhang Anfeng on his head with a broom. He groaned, covered his head and stepped back two steps. I lost my broom, lifted my pants, pushed open the door and ran out.

Zhang Anfeng scolded angrily in the back: "Bai ruoyue, I grass, your mother! How dare you hit me! You're fucking dead this time... "

I ran very fast and didn't stop until I ran to the store where my mother worked.

My mother usually left dinner for me at home at this time. She came to work on Paradise Street. I know which hair salon she works in, but she never went in, and she won't let me in.

My face was still stained with the sweat of Zhang Anfeng's hands and the pain of his pinching me on my ass. at this time, I was like a fool standing in front of the store and just crying.

I pay attention to the official account number. I receive free money every day.