I imitate others' cultivation, and I will never reason with you.

Chapter 210: Heart Demon Tribulation (I)

Between the vast and silent heaven and earth.

A series of images flashed before Ruan Xing's eyes like a kaleidoscope.

Countless people walked through it.

Ruan Xing's calm eyes gradually lost focus.

In the shabby rental house, a drunk man lay on his side on a peeling sofa, while a timid woman squatted at the door, washing a basin of clothes in the light of the chandelier in the corridor, and complained quietly: "Damn Liu Daozi, he gave you wine on credit again, and tomorrow his wife will stop me and ask for money again, and you haven't even received next month's salary yet, but you've already spent more than half of it!"

The man got impatient and stood up and kicked the woman. The woman screamed and half a basin of water was knocked over. She sat on the ground dripping wet. It seemed that she was used to being beaten. Her first reaction was not even to cry out in pain or resist. Instead, she shouted, "You're going to die! Don't you have to pay the water bill? You wasted so much!"

"What's wrong with me earning my own money? Why are you complaining so much? I think you deserve a beating!" The man waved his fist viciously.

The woman immediately lowered her voice and said timidly, "You were always absent from work at the factory, and you didn't get paid as much as others, but you spent it all. The money I earned from setting up the stall is barely enough to pay the rent. How can we support the family? We also have a daughter. She will go to school next year. You..."

"What's the point of going to school, little girl?" The man was so annoyed that he picked up a beer bottle and hit the woman on the shoulder. "You can't even give birth to a son, and you still have the nerve to spend my money? You should raise your own child yourself!"

The woman was hit, and the beer bottle didn't break, but a bright red mark instantly appeared on her shoulder. The bleached shirt she was wearing became translucent after being splashed with water on half of her body, and the old scars left on other parts of her body could be vaguely seen.

She held her head skillfully and began to cry, "Oh my God! What sin have I committed... Just beat me to death!"

As if every day was a repetition, she complained noisily about the injustice of God, the bad days, and her husband's incompetence. He insulted his wife wantonly, enjoyed the service from her, and found an excuse to violently vent his dissatisfaction from the outside world on her.

It seems that life cannot go on if I don’t do this.

Her crying turned on the voice-controlled lights in the corridor. This two-story family building was low-rent housing provided by the factory to the workers. Almost all the residents were workers and their families, but they seemed to be accustomed to the occasional sound of a woman crying, and no one came out to watch the fun.

The situation is almost the same in every household, so what's there to see?

Maybe tomorrow morning, other women will come to you out of sympathy and say a few words of comfort, and then say that all men are like this and that it will pass just by enduring it.

A short and thin little girl in the inner room heard the sound and ran out, blocking the woman with her arms outstretched.

She was trembling with fear, but she was still determined and shouted loudly to stop him: "Don't hit my mother!"

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta

Ruan Xing took two steps forward and entered the cramped rental house.

This was when she was six years old.

In the past, every time they quarreled, Ruan Xing would hide in a cardboard box in the inner room. Every year, her grandmother would send a large pile of sweet potato vermicelli and store it in a wooden cabinet. She would lie on it, smelling the greasy smell of the vermicelli, listening to the shouting outside, until she fell asleep.

When she wakes up, she will be able to see her normal parents again.

But this year, there was no vermicelli in the carton because grandma passed away.

At the same time, she also thinks she has grown up.

So, I stood up bravely.

"Little girl, you're itching for trouble! You want to be beaten just like your mother, right?" The man spat, becoming more and more angry. He threw the wine bottle to the ground, breaking it into pieces with a loud noise, and his slaps like a palm fan landed on her face and body.

The mother was still crying on the ground with her head in her hands, but the thin girl hugged the man's legs and bit him.

The weather was not cold, but the man felt hot all over after drinking. He was only wearing a pair of shorts, and blood came out when the girl bit him.

He yelled, "How dare you bite me! You beast! Who fed you and made you grow so big? I can't even have a son because of you! I'll kill you to make room for my son!"

He kicked and kicked the girl aside, then ran to the kitchen and got out a kitchen knife.

The man did heavy work in the factory and had thick skin and flesh. The little girl's teeth could not cause any harm to him at all, except for breaking a layer of skin and causing a little bleeding.

But the pain and alcohol made him impulsive and reckless.

Seeing the man holding a knife, the woman finally knew what to do. She pushed the little girl in front of her away and ran out the door to the corridor, "I can't live with you like this anymore!"

The little girl was caught off guard and fell to the ground, tripping the man. The man staggered and fell forward uncontrollably, falling over the little girl.

He was too heavy. The girl felt her chest and back were squeezed together and she couldn't breathe. Her whole head was dizzy and she had an urge to vomit.

After the fall, the man's slow brain focused on the woman who ran away.

"You dare to run! Stop right there!" The man raised a kitchen knife and roared as he chased after him.

Although she knew that this was just an illusion in the inner demon calamity, Ruan Xing still turned aside to make way. She watched the development of the situation coldly, without the slightest intention of being moved or taking action.

The woman went from house to house banging on doors and shouting for help. Some neighbors were so annoyed that they came to open the door cursing.

"Are you guys done yet? It's already so late and you still won't let me sleep!"

The next second, his impatient expression froze on his face, and a large amount of blood spurted out. The man panted and chased after him. He was already drunk and his eyes were almost double. He staggered and chopped the man who suddenly walked out of the door on the neck.

He sobered up immediately, his legs went limp and he sat on the ground, blood flowing down and soaking his shorts.

"Ah! Murder!!" A disheveled woman behind the door screamed.

Ruan Xing could no longer remember the specific scene of the incident. She only remembered that her eyes were filled with bright red blood and her eyes were blurred by tears.

When the ambulance arrived, it was determined that the man who was stabbed in the neck had his trachea completely cut and his throat was blocked by blood. Rescuers failed and he was pronounced dead on the spot.

This period was when family planning control was the strictest, when crime and evil were most severely cracked down on, and when deep wounds were left in her desolate heart.

He was sentenced to death for committing murder while drunk.

On the day the result came out, the mother wore a thick cotton-padded jacket, held her cold little hands, and cried sadly while holding the verdict. She said, "It's all your fault! Why did you provoke him? How could he have killed someone if you hadn't made him angry!"

Ruan Xing didn’t understand. They…should have been freed from the sea of ​​suffering, right?
Shortly afterwards, because of the death of their husband, they were asked by the factory to move out of the low-rent housing.

The rent of the low-rent housing is one-third of the same housing outside. The woman has no formal job. She just helps others set up stalls to sell fake leather shoes at the morning market and the gathering.

They simply cannot afford normal rent.

On the day they moved out of the low-rent housing, their mother left without saying goodbye.

She was walking alone on the street in a daze. A kindhearted person felt sorry for her and gave her half a baked sweet potato from her pocket. After she wolfed it down, the kindhearted woman said, "Are you lost? I can take you home."

Home……

She was born in that rental house and grew up in the factory. Is that a home?
But she and her mother had been kicked out by the factory.

The little girl hesitated for a while, then told the address of the factory's low-rent housing, and the kind sister sent her back.

She stood at the entrance of the family compound, at a loss. The door of her original home had been locked and all the things had been cleared out, leaving no trace of where she had ever lived. Even the blood on the corridor had been cleaned up.

A family member of a worker who knew her saw her and called the director who managed them over.

The director asked the worker’s family, “Can you contact her family?”

The man on the other side shook his head in embarrassment, "Her dad was shot and I haven't seen her grandparents come over. They must have passed away a long time ago. Her mom doesn't have a cell phone. I heard her mention that she had a mother who farmed in her hometown, but she passed away at the beginning of this year."

The director sighed and sent the little girl to the police station.

She slept on a bench in the police station for two days and then went to an orphanage.

From beginning to end, she was extremely well-behaved, never crying or making a fuss, which made people feel pity for her.

The director of the welfare home was an elderly woman with an artistic temperament who could play the harmonica. She asked the little girl, "What's your name?"

The little girl thought about it and felt that since her parents didn't like her and didn't want her, she didn't want them either.

She remembered that her grandmother's surname was Ruan.

"My name is Ruan Xing." She said timidly.

"Which luck?"

"Happy luck."

The director taught her that when she met the uncles and aunts who came to the welfare home, she should be lively and cheerful, sensible and obedient, so that she would have a new father and mother.

Little Ruan Xing nodded, and a month later, she put the director's mother-in-law's words into practice.

A middle-aged couple came to the welfare home to choose a child. They had been married for eleven or twelve years but had no children. Finally, after going to the hospital for a check-up, they found that the man had congenital asthenospermia.

Little Ruan Xing observed for a while, then came up and smiled sweetly, "Hello, uncle and aunt."

The two smiled and praised the director, "This child is really good. He is not afraid of strangers at all."

The dean smiled and said, "Do you want to talk to her?"

The woman hesitated. "But we want a boy."

"It's okay to talk first." The director said with a regretful look, "As you just learned, there are no boys in the hospital who meet your requirements."

This explains the heroine's character...

I saw some comments earlier questioning whether the heroine looked like a modern person who traveled through time. She was too cruel, and her experiences made her like that. She didn't want to go back to the modern era at all.

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