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

Ali is an ordinary yet tenacious girl. She was born in an ordinary and unexpected way and grew up sleeping in a cowshed. When her parents are in a good mood, she might feel a little better and get a bowl of clean white porridge with vegetables.

She had never been to school and her family would not let her go to school. They believed that girls who learned knowledge and read books would become bad and their minds would become wild, just like the girl who ran away from the village a few years ago and never returned.

Ali grew up in a daze, and her biggest worry every day was the hope to see the sun tomorrow and the calf to eat and sleep with her.

Until one day, when she was 12 years old, she suddenly smelled blood on her body. Ali thought she was going to die, so she lay quietly in the straw shed and did not go to herd cattle.

The woman who came over with a curse turned her eyes from anger to joy when she saw her, and she said something like 'When you grow up... you can... the price', but Ali didn't hear it clearly.

Three days, she spent three dreamy days.

Ali, who had never looked her parents in the eye with a smile, tasted a flavor she had never tasted since she was born. Her mother told her that it was meat, and that meat was really delicious.

She devoured the food ravenously, and even when she choked, she covered her mouth tightly, fearing that the meat would fall out, because she didn't know if she would have the chance to eat this delicacy again in the future.

She wore bright and pretty clothes, threw away her cloth shoes with exposed toes, and dressed up like a New Year picture doll. Forgive her for thinking that the most beautiful person she had ever seen was the New Year picture doll.

When the three days were up, just like all dreams, whether good or bad, they would end, her dream also ended. Actually, it wasn’t really an awakening, she just returned to reality.

You won't have unnecessary expectations for something you've never had, which is far more painful than having it and then losing it.

Ali was sold to a middle-aged man by her parents for one thousand yuan. On the day she was taken away, the two men were laughing as they counted the money, but Ali did not cry.

Because she didn't know what selling meant. Oh, no, she heard that it was called getting married.

She got married.

But what is getting married?

Ali had no idea about this and no one taught her.

It was not until that night when she met the man she was said to serve for the rest of her life that Ali cried for the second time.

The first time was when she was born, when she was unconscious, and the second time is now.

In fact, Ali never cries unless it is physiological instinct that makes her tears fall. In her opinion, that is not crying, but just an instinctive behavior.

A child who is not loved by anyone has no right to cry.

That's what Ali is like.

There is nothing much to say about what happened afterwards. She got married in an ordinary way, got pregnant in an ordinary way, and then gave birth to a child in extreme pain.

A girl.

A girl was drowned before she even had a chance to take a look at her. Ali, who was half dead, thought in a trance that she did not give birth to a child, but just had a bizarre dream.

Unlike the beautiful dream of those three days, this time it seems like I will never wake up from it in my lifetime.

She gave birth to a child when her skeleton was not even fully grown, and then the second, third, and fourth...

Each one is a daughter.

She survived each time.

Even the old doctor in the village found it incredible.

And Dazhi, the man she married, looked more and more unhappy as she gave birth to more girls. All the care he showed during her pregnancy was returned to her in an even more severe way after that.

"Why can't I give birth to a son? Don't you know how those people outside laugh at me?"

"It's all your fault for not having a good stomach! You've made me lose face!"

"Useless thing! Trash!"

Amidst the curses, Ali reached the age of 22, an extremely difficult summer.

She was cleaning up the mess on the floor. Every time she squatted down, her legs would tremble uncontrollably, followed by a teeth-grinding creaking sound. She scratched her hair, and a few silver strands fell out.

A pair of eyes were dark and numb.

Dazhi went out drinking again, and she was the only one left at home. After finishing all the things, Ali stood there blankly for a long time, not knowing what else to do.

Her eyes fell on the fallen leaves under the courtyard wall.

I have to scan it quickly, otherwise I will get scolded again.

She stood up, holding her waist, dragging the broom, and her heavy and slow steps were like a dying old person.

"pat"

Her shaking hands failed to hold the broom, and the sudden pain in her waist made her freeze in her tracks when she tried to pick up the broom.

A white and tender hand picked it up first and handed it to Ali.

"..."

Ali looked up and saw a porcelain-white little face.

She recognized this girl. She was the girl next door, the one who was well-raised but not easily approached by others.

The other person's complexion and clothes were something Ali never had, but she didn't care, and she didn't feel any envy or jealousy.

After all, she is no longer at the age of yearning.

The silent woman took the broom, a rustling sound was heard, and the fallen leaves were gathered into a pile, waiting to be ignited by a fire.

Ali had been locked up at home for too long. She had never interacted with others and had long forgotten how to socialize and how to speak.

Lin Qingle did not disturb her. He stood quietly under the shade of the tree and looked at the purple scars on the woman's body caused by her sleeves sliding down. There were so many bruises, scalds, beatings, burns... so many that the original color of her skin could not be seen.

After sweeping the fallen leaves, Ali didn't know what to do next. Somehow, she didn't go back to the small house, but sat under the tree roots with her legs crossed, emptying her eyes.

She seemed to be thinking about something, or maybe she was thinking about nothing. Occasionally, a bird flying across the sky would catch her eyes for a long time.

After a long silence, an incredibly soft voice sounded.

"It hurts a lot."

Thinking it was hallucination, Ali turned around, her face still expressionless. She had no idea what Lin Qingle's words meant, just like she had been trapped in the courtyard and knew nothing.

She saw Lin Qingle take out something, and her body trembled instinctively without her brain reacting, and the fear was engraved in her bones.

There was a red rope lying on Lin Qingle's palm, with a yellow thing like a talisman hanging on it. This was the talisman that Wang Dazhi never took off.

Wang Dazhi was furious after the amulet was lost a few days ago, and almost everything in the house was smashed to pieces. Once when Ali was pregnant, Wang Dazhi accidentally mentioned something about the amulet.

"That lousy fortune teller insisted that I had a bad fate and told me to carry it with me. Bah, he was cursing me to death!"

But he still wore it. After getting used to it for so many years, he was too lazy to take it off. Unexpectedly, he lost it after going out two days ago.

Ali stared at it in a daze, without any thought of asking for it back. Her resistance had long been worn out, leaving only an empty shell that could neither cry nor laugh.

She just watched Lin Qingle walk to the pile of fallen leaves, loosen her grip, and the amulet fell into the pile of fallen leaves she swept out, and then -

boom.

It was set on fire.