Quick Wear: I, who played the supporting actor, got stuck with the protagonist

Lin Qingle didn't like Ermaizi. To be more precise, she hated him. She hated him very much.

Er Mazi loves drinking. When he drinks too much, he gets drunk and acts crazy, and his usually shameful thoughts take the opportunity to come out.

What was the situation like at that time?

It was also at that place that Lin Qingle was dragged into the woods. Her skin, which had been carefully maintained for many years, was severely hurt by being rubbed by a tree trunk.

The man, whose face was red, reeked of alcohol, and whose breath smelled foul, swore at him and pushed him to the ground.

The stone almost pierced my back, it was really painful...

But what does a 'little girl' who can't hear or speak know? He crawled back in fear, but was dragged under the man by his ankles like a cat playing with a mouse.

A sharp stone cut a hideous gash on his arm. The bright red color sobered the man, who had already taken off his pants. When he saw Lin Qingle's face clearly, he tumbled away. He ran so fast that he almost fell on all fours.

Lin Qingle lay on the ground for half an hour before he caught his breath. He tidied his clothes, held the stone that scratched him tightly in his hand, and went home.

"Ah! You little bitch, are you running around again?!"

"Didn't I tell you not to go out?!"

"Oh my God! Please don't leave any scars on this body! Do you want to kill all of us?"

Lin Qingle would never forget the expressions on his parents' faces at that time—the child who was parading around in public smashed the heirloom in his hands to pieces... It was as if the sky was falling.

They dug out their savings and went to find the village's highly respected shaman. They forced him to kneel down and placed a cushion on his knees to avoid hurting them. The shaman, wearing a ghost mask, spoke in a mysterious manner.

Finally, he knelt in front of the gods and Buddhas in the room for a day and a night, saying that he was atonement for his sins.

Atonement for whom?

Atonement for what?

What did he do wrong?

A draft blew through the hall, and under the cover of night, the gods and statues that surrounded him looked more like demons than Buddhas.

They look compassionate, and seem to be smiling.

Lin Qingle didn't remember any of the names of those statues. The only thing that impressed him was the back that was still in pain.

The day he was allowed to go out of the house again in a small circle, he happened to run into Ermazi. He hadn't drunk alcohol, and when he saw him, he smiled and greeted him as if nothing had happened.

It seemed that he was the only one who remembered what happened that day.

From then on, Er Mazi seemed to have tasted the sweetness and would look for opportunities to touch him every time after drinking. Lin Qingle tried to ask others for help, but no one would care about a deaf mute.

When people see it, all they get is one sentence.

"Look, that pockmarked guy is drunk again."

"It's normal for a man to drink a little. It will be fine after this period passes. Don't worry about him."

"And look, isn't Qingle okay?"

The people in the village maintained a subtle attitude towards Lin Qingle, friendly yet distant, caring yet indifferent. Whenever they saw him, they would smile with satisfaction, and the object of their respect was not him as a person.

——It’s his skin.

I could hear my mother's nagging voice again.

"Alas, having a girl is worse than becoming a beggar. You can't help others with daily chores. You just sit and wait for food to be fed to your mouth. It's really a life of ease!"

Lin Zhaodi, who was pounding her waist, looked kind, but spoke with resentment, "If your brother hadn't been lost, would you have gotten all the good things in the house!?"

"Have pity on my beloved...if you weren't still useful, I would have strangled you when I lost my brother!"

"Why didn't you drown in that piss bucket?"

From a distance, the look in her eyes and the words she spoke brought about a strong sense of disconnection. Those who couldn't hear her might really think that she cared about them.

The 'girl', whose skin became more transparent in the sunlight, smiled back at her mother when she looked at her, like a pure and beautiful white jasmine.

Lin Dahe walked in, puffing on a cigarette, "Don't say anything. Pay attention."

"What are you afraid of? She's deaf and can't hear anything." Lin Zhaodi said, turning away reluctantly. "Well, what did the shaman say?"

Hearing this, Lin Dahe felt much better. He suppressed his excitement and said, "The fifteenth of next month is a good day."

"Really!?"

The fanaticism in the two people's eyes was something Lin Qingle would never understand in her life, just like when she accidentally overheard her parents' conversation outside the door.

Incomprehensible.

He sat on the edge of the well, supporting his body with his hands and swinging his feet, looking like a carefree child.

"Ouch! Get down here! This is not a place to sit!"

Lin Zhaodi threw away the dustpan, and in two or three steps the two of them pulled Lin Qingle down. She twisted Lin Qingle's body and looked him up and down, fearing that he would be bumped or bruised somewhere.

She stared at his hands and asked in confusion, "Where's that broken rock you've been playing with?"

Lin Qingle just smiled and shook his head.

Lin Dahe waved his hand. "It's just a stone. There are stones all over the ground. Just find him one at random."

"Also, keep an eye on him and don't let him go out. I don't want any trouble to happen at this critical moment. If God blames us, no one will be able to bear the consequences!"

Lin Zhaodi nodded seriously and glanced at the people who were still standing there. "What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

Lin Dahe hesitated for a while, "Didn't a tour group come to our village? I saw a girl today, she..."

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't waste your time!"

"..."

Lin Dahe touched the calluses on his palms and thought, "She looks a lot like Qingle."

very alike.

If he hadn't known that Lin Qingle had never left Shengshen Village, he would have almost thought that his wife had given birth to triplets.

"What's so strange about this? There are so many people in the world who look alike. Don't think too much about it."

Lin Zhaodi picked up a few pieces of wood and was about to make a fire to cook when she was startled by a sharp cry and couldn't help complaining.

"This guy next door is really troublesome. How can I give him a son if he beats me up? He doesn't even understand this."

Lin Dahe knocked on the door and said, "Alright, go cook now and don't worry about anything else."

"What's the matter? Are you feeling sorry for that woman?" Lin Zhaodi's sensitivity as a woman made her sarcastic. "It's no use if you like her. That woman has given birth to four or five girls in a row. I think it won't be long before Dazhi sells her off."

I don't know where her sense of superiority comes from.

Sometimes people are like this. When they see that others are worse off than themselves, they will feel self-comforting in their hearts, and even when they mention the other person, they will be unconsciously arrogant.

This seemed so funny and shallow to Lin Qingle, and every time he thought of this he would think of his sister.

"Brother, when you grow up, let's go together. I won't let you rot in the village."

The two young children stood by the well, hooked their little fingers together and shook them, and then stamped their thumbs. They took this as a promise that would definitely come true.

"what--"

The screams of a woman that drifted into his ears had remained the same for ten years. Lin Qingle listened to her for as long as she screamed.

The red brick wall was rotten and moldy, with black and white patches densely covering the entire surface.

So disgusting.

When the fingernail is poked lightly, the powder will fall off. The disgusting-looking substance is actually so fragile that it will break at the slightest touch.

Just like the people here.