Kuai Chuan: After Fengshen created the world, she failed as a salted fish

Chapter 91 Internet violence?I'm super sweet (1)

(Reading reminder: This is the pre-plot of the new world, which may be a bit depressing!)

I am Lu Xiaoxi, born in an ordinary rural family.

Before the age of 6, my parents loved me very much.

I am a carefree little princess.

The only trouble is that my grandparents don't seem to like me.

They often call me a "money-loser" and a "debt collector".

I didn't know what it meant, so I ran to ask my mother.

My mother stroked me tenderly and told me not to listen to my grandparents with a smile.

Said that I will always be her caring little padded jacket.

It was under the big banyan tree in the summer afternoon.

The sky is blue, the wind is very light, and the shade of the trees is very cool.

I lean on my mother's legs.

Dad just came over and asked me if I would give birth to a younger brother.

I thought about it and asked if they could give me a brother?
The little brother next door is very good at taking care of my sister. I am very envious.

Mom and Dad laughed after hearing this.

I don't know what they are laughing at.

Is this asking too much?

Okay.

I'm reluctant, and it's not impossible to be a good sister who takes care of my younger brother.

I am the most popular and favorite cutie in the village, and I will let my friends take care of it when the time comes.

Hey hey hey.

I'm such a smart little guy.

Gradually, I was ready to be a sister.

However, time passed day by day.

The smiles on the faces of mom and dad are decreasing day by day.

My grandparents hate me more and more.

The younger brother I was looking forward to, but it has been delayed.

Grandpa and grandma began to whisper in my ears.

I snatched my younger brother's reincarnation position.

I was annoyed at first that I didn't.

However, it has been said many times.

I also have some doubts, whether what they say is true.

I ran to ask my parents.

They didn't answer me, and looked at me with complicated eyes.

At that time, I couldn't understand it, but I was inexplicably afraid.

I ran away, afraid to speak to them.

After that, my mother started to drink the black and strange medicine every day.

The medicine smells very bad.

Mom looked like she was suffering from drinking, but she still drank it in one gulp.

I felt distressed looking at it, and while grandma was not paying attention, I broke the stove that was burning medicine.

But got burned.

Grandma found out and became very angry.

I was beaten.

Mom and Dad were also very angry when they found out.

Another beating was added.

Then, I was locked in a small black room to reflect.

That night, I was very hungry, my hands hurt, my butt hurt, and I cried very sadly.

But I don't know what's wrong.

After that, my mother would hold a plastic stick every morning, look at the bars on it repeatedly, and then throw the plastic stick away in anger, looking very scary.

Dad would go home every day until he was drunk, and then he would shut himself in the house and fall asleep.

The way my grandparents looked at me was exactly like the way the dog in the village looked at strangers.

Said over and over again that I am a loser.

I was always beaten and locked up in a dark room for various reasons.

I became more and more silent.

The friends in the village also began to dislike me.

One night at dinner, my mother vomited while eating.

I was worried, but the whole family was very happy.

In the next few days, there was laughter at home again.

Dad became a kind father again.

My mother has also turned back to a gentle mother.

Grandparents also showed me a rare kindness.

In those few days, the sky was clear, the sun was warm, and the cicadas in the countryside were singing happily.

However, those seem to have nothing to do with me.

The world is noisy.

until one day.

Mom and Dad happily went to the county hospital, but came back devastated.

After the grandparents asked about the situation, they severely scolded my mother for being a hen that doesn't lay eggs.

Mom kept wiping away her tears.

Dad walked aside, smoking in silence.

That day, the sky was gloomy, the wind was strong, and the air was terribly oppressive.

I stood at the door, not daring to go forward for a long time.

Later, grandparents packed their things and went back to their house.

Dad came back later and later.

Mom would go crazy and call over and over again.

After the fight, he grabbed me and kept asking.

Ask Dad if he has changed his mind.

Ask Dad if there is someone outside.

Ask Dad if he doesn't want her anymore.

Then he hit me hard.

They also said that I was the star of mourning, I robbed their son's position, and it was me that caused my father to ignore his family.

Because of my existence, the family broke up.

I want to say it's not me.

But is it really me?
I didn't have the strength to refute, let my mother beat and scold me, and forgot how to cry.

One day, my mother answered the phone and ran out like a crazy woman.

I was locked in a small dark room.

It was a winter night, it was windy and rainy outside.

Small black room, so cold, so cold.

I huddled in a corner and waited for two days and two nights, tired and hungry, and fell asleep.

After waking up, I can't speak.

The friends in the village no longer want to play with me.

I became an unwanted child.

(End of this chapter)