I became beautiful by eating melons

Ye Rou carried her aunt home and left her in the care of Grandma Song. When she came back, the three men were still fighting each other.

She couldn't make a sound, so she simply gave up trying to stop him. She found a place to squat on the side of the road, propped up her face and waited.

The three men fought in an ugly way. When they had no strength left, they pulled the woman's hair with their hands, bit her with their teeth... and rolled into a ball on the ground.

Moreover, these three men fought without making any sound, they just kept fighting with red faces.

There was no beauty or interest in the fight. People stopped to watch, but then left because it was boring.

Ye Rou's legs were numb from squatting.

An aunt who was watching the fun came over and asked why they were fighting.

Ye Rou pointed at her throat and waved her hand.

The aunt looked at her again with extra pity and lowered her voice a little.

"The little girl is pretty, but unfortunately she is mute."

The aunt shook her head and walked away.

Before leaving, he stuffed a bag of gray-green stuff into Ye Rou's hand and asked her to drink.

Ye Rou was thirsty, and the bag was sealed tightly, so she took a sip through the small opening.

The moment the tip of her tongue touched the gray-green liquid, Ye Rou's pupils suddenly shrank.

What's this smell?

It's like swill, sour and smelly!

"puff!"

Everything I drank was sprayed out.

Ye Rou kept retching.

The sour and smelly taste remains in the mouth, lingering for a long time after repeatedly rubbing against the tip of the tongue.

Oooooh, her mouth is dirty.

She turned around and ran home.

As soon as I entered the door, I ran into my master. Seeing her running back with messy hair, I called her in surprise.

"Xiao Rou, what's wrong?"

Ye Rou was blocked by her master and became so anxious that she jumped up and down.

She stuffed the plastic bag of gray-green liquid into her master's arms, and then she managed to escape and rushed straight to the kitchen.

"what?"

The gray-green liquid clinked in the plastic bag, giving off an ominous smell.

Liu Yutang leaned in to smell it, and a sour odor filled his nose. He frowned, leaned in to smell it again, and blinked.

When Ye Rou rinsed her mouth, she saw her master tilting his head back and drinking the entire bag of gray-green liquid!

!!!

Ye Rou was stunned.

Liu Yutang wiped his mouth after drinking it, and said with a sense of satisfaction: "This thing is quite interesting."

Ye Rou opened her mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time.

Liu Yutang held the bag and waved it in front of Ye Rou.

The sight of the remaining grey liquid brought back the sour, smelly slop smell.

Ye Rou vomited and turned around and ran away.

She ran to the west yard, thinking that her aunt was not in a good state just now, and wanted to ask what happened.

Ye Rou knocked on the door and Grandma Song came out.

The four old men in this yard plus Jiang Chen don't like to dress up, and their clothes change over and over but there's nothing memorable about them.

Ye Rou, Grandma Song and my aunt have different dressing styles.

My aunt likes to wear plain cheongsams and usually puts her hair up with a hairpin. She looks gentle, dignified, beautiful and elegant.

Ye Rou tries all kinds of styles, but she mostly wears soft colors, such as light pink, light yellow, sky blue, beige, light gray...

All the bright colors in the house are on Grandma Song, bright red, bright gold, dark green, dark black, dark blue...

She was wearing a wide-sleeved bright red dress with gold trim, her hair was silvery white, and she had a golden hairpin on the back of her head, the end of which was shaped like a plum blossom, with a golden chain attached to the downward petals. An emerald was hanging from the golden chain.

Seeing Ye Rou, Grandma Song nodded, and the gem flickered, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Your aunt is asleep. Come back when she wakes up."

Ye Rou nodded, glanced into the room with the curtains drawn, and then left.

After watching her leave the west courtyard, Grandma Song returned to the house.

Tang Panxia sat on the bed, hugging her knees, her eyes dim. She was wrapped in an emerald green cheongsam, like a piece of silent and transparent jade, but not as solid as jade and would break at the slightest poke.

Song Zhishu moved a chair and sat down beside the bed, continuing to struggle with the needle and thread.

She was old, her eyesight was blurry, her hands and feet were not as flexible as before, and she couldn't thread the needle, so she pushed Tang Panxia.

"Xiao Xia, help me."

Tang Panxia came back to her senses, rolled the thread end between her fingertips, and easily passed it through the eye of the needle.

"All right."

Her voice was soft, with an imperceptible fragility.

Song Zhishu took it with a smile, "It's better to be young."

Tang Panxia said nothing.

Song Zhishu held the needle and threaded it through the cloth carefully, making sure the needle and thread were tight.

She said slowly: "Why don't you see Xiaorou?"

Tang Panxia paused, and many emotions flashed across her empty eyes, complex and difficult to distinguish, and finally fell on one emotion - fear.

She hugged her knees tightly and said in a trembling voice: "I, I'm scared."

The cuffs of the cheongsam slipped down slightly, revealing her fair and slender wrists.

The scar on his arm was gone as it was when we first met.

The first time Song Zhishu met Tang Panxia was on the train to Beijing.

At that time she was still called Zheng Xiu, and she was thin and pale.

Before getting on the train, she looked frightened and followed Ye Rou closely, as if she was afraid that something would suddenly jump out and grab her back.

It was not until the train started moving and left Changdu Town far behind that her tense and stiff body relaxed.

On the train, she felt a little embarrassed and kept pulling at her sleeves.

When two people suddenly jumped out with knives to scare Ye Rou, she didn't care about her sleeves and stood up anxiously, wanting to help Ye Rou.

Song Zhishu took a quick glance.

The flesh was clung to the bones and was covered with bruises and scars.

Later she became Tang Panxia, ​​becoming more and more beautiful, and the scars on her body disappeared.

Song Zhishu thought she was fine.

What happened today made her realize that healing her physical wounds doesn’t mean her emotional wounds have healed as well.

She seems to have become Tang Panxia, ​​but in fact she is still Zheng Xiu, who is afraid of violence and still trapped in Dahe Village.

Song Zhishu put down the sewing basket and said, "Xiao Xia, you have to resist. You can't keep dwelling on the past."

Tang Panxia looked a little stunned. She didn't look up and murmured, "I don't dare."

She can see clearly into her own heart.

The very young Zheng Xiu was covered in bruises, kneeling deep in her heart, with her back bent, as if she couldn't stand up straight.

In other words, she was scared by Zhang Chunsheng's beating.

For nearly twenty years, she has lived in fear of the threat of violence. Violence has become the norm in her life and she has become accustomed to it.

People cannot resist what they are accustomed to.

Besides, the cost of resistance was too high and she couldn't afford it, so the only thing she could do in her long life of violence was to endure.

Song Zhishu looked at Tang Panxia quietly.

Noticing her insecure posture, he sighed silently.

She got it.

The reason Tang Panxia was able to get rid of Zhang Chunsheng and leave Dahe Village to come to Jing City was not because of herself, but because of Ye Rou.

She didn't have the strength to resist. It was Ye Rou who supported her and pulled her here.

Xiaorou helped her get rid of her abusive husband, leave the suffocating environment, and heal the scars on her body.

But Xiaorou couldn't help with the psychological damage, and no one could help except Tang Panxia herself.

But now it is obvious that Tang Panxia does not have the courage and determination to break away from the shadow of the past.

Song Zhishu said nothing more and stayed quietly beside Tang Panxia.

She doesn't want to come out now, and it's no use for others to persuade her.