At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, in the street-facing storefront below the old building, two mahjong tables were playing vigorously. A group of smokers were puffing away, chatting while playing cards.
Someone said that his wife spent a lot of money on cosmetics in a month, and his tone was full of complaints. A middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth laughed and said, "Your wife is unreasonable. You need to control her. The one in my wife doesn't even dare to say a word, but she still buys cosmetics."
Some of the other people rolled their eyes at him, while others laughed at him and said, "Old Yu, who dares to beat his wife every day like you do? What if she runs away?"
Old Yu blew out a smoke ring with pride, "You beat a pig when it's raw, and you beat a dog when it's familiar. The more you beat your wife, the more obedient she becomes. What do you know? You have to beat her until she's scared, and then she'll behave."
Old Yu's name is Yu Fu. He lives on the third floor of this old building. He married a beautiful wife ten years ago. Everyone envied him at that time. However, his wife was not able to conceive. After ten years of marriage, she only gave birth to a daughter. Old Yu became more and more dissatisfied. He was not satisfied that his wife could not give birth to a son. He also suspected that his wife would cheat on him because she was beautiful. He was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. He dared not say a word to others outside. When he got home, he beat his wife fiercely. He was famous in the neighborhood.
He played mahjong until after 2 a.m. and won a little money. He was in a good mood. He went upstairs and went home. He saw that the light in his daughter's room was still on and he could faintly hear his wife sobbing from inside. He got angry and kicked the door and cursed: "You are crying in the middle of the night! Cry, cry, cry!"
The crying sound from inside the door stopped all of a sudden, and Yu Fu kicked again: "Get out now and go back to sleep."
The door opened immediately, and He Rumeng came out with red eyes, then closed the door again and said carefully, "You're back, Xiaolu is already asleep."
Yu Fu was impatient. "It was just an accidental bump on the cabinet. The skin wasn't even broken. You won't die. Why are you crying like this? Huh?"
Tonight, Yu Fu was in a bad mood and saw his wife talking to the male neighbor downstairs. He came back and pinned her to the ground and beat her. Their nine-year-old daughter Yu Xiaolu saw it and rushed over to block it, but Yu Fu flicked her hand and knocked her into the cabinet next to her, leaving a big bump on her head.
Yu Fu thought it was nothing, so he scolded for a while and went out to play mahjong. He Rumeng held her daughter and cried for most of the day. He took her back to bed and coaxed her to sleep. Thinking of the hardships she had suffered over the years, she couldn't help but sit at the end of the bed and cry. Unexpectedly, she was discovered by Yu Fu.
"I see you just don't want to live with me, bitch. If you don't want to live with me, who do you like?" Yu Fu pushed He Rumeng to the ground and hit her with a broomstick.
"Snapped!"
Across the door, the nine-year-old girl Yu Xiaolu, who was lying on a narrow bed, suddenly opened her eyes. She sat up, covered her dizzy head, and looked around. This was not a place she was familiar with... She had turned into a child.
After sitting by the bed for a long time with his head covered and his brows frowned, Yu Xiaolu heard a woman crying and a man scolding outside the door, as well as the sound of something hitting the ground.
She opened her dark eyes, got out of bed barefoot, and quietly opened the door. Outside, a man was beating a woman with a wooden broom handle, and a red mark was left on the woman's leg. Seeing this scene, some scenes emerged in Yu Xiaolu's mind.
These two people are the parents of this body of hers, but this man is really not a good person.
Yu Xiaolu saw a piggy bank on the cabinet next to him, picked it up, walked quietly behind the man who was beating him, and hit him hard on the knee.
Yu Fu didn't notice Yu Xiaolu behind him at all, and he fell to his knees unexpectedly. Then he felt a pain in the back of his head, and fell to the ground with a buzzing sound in his head.
Yu Xiaolu hit Yu Fu's head with the heavy piggy bank, causing it to bleed. Because he hit the piggy bank too hard, the entire ceramic piggy bank broke, and the handful of coins inside also hit Yu Fu's head, and then rolled all over the ground with a clang.
Whether it was Yu Fu, who was lying on the ground but had not lost consciousness, or He Rumeng, who was screaming in pain after being beaten, they were both stunned by this sudden change and looked at Yu Xiaolu in astonishment.
This skinny little girl was always cheerful and optimistic. Even though she was always scolded by her father, she was still a smiling girl, and a little silly and cute. But now she was wearing her usual bunny nightgown, staring at Yu Fu expressionlessly, which made both of them feel creepy.
Yu Fu was the first to react. He wiped his head and found blood on his hands. He put his hands on the ground and tried to get up, cursing: "Hiss... You little bastard, you dare to hit your father? I'll beat you to death!"
Yu Xiaolu's reaction was to kick Yu Fu's head hard before he could get up. He kicked Yu Fu's head and hit it against the cabinet next to him, making a loud noise. Yu Fu finally couldn't help but groan in pain, and couldn't even finish his words. But Yu Xiaolu didn't mean to stop at all, and continued to kick him twice, each time harder than the last.
Even though she was not as strong as an adult now, but she was so ferocious that if she kicked him a few more times, Yu Fu might die. He Rumeng finally came to her senses, rushed over to pull Yu Xiaolu apart, and quickly tried to feel Yu Fu's breath.
"How could this happen? How could this happen? Xiaolu, Xiaolu, how could you do this? What if your father died? Ah?" He Rumeng looked like she was about to collapse.
Yu Xiaolu's feet were covered in blood. He asked He Rumeng calmly, "Wouldn't it be better if he died? If he died, no one would beat you anymore."
He Rumeng shook her head and cried non-stop, "You can't kill people, you are still so young..."
"It's good that I'm young. I'm only nine years old. I won't be caught and sent to jail if I kill him. What are you worried about?" Yu Xiaolu wiped the blood off his feet on the carpet.
He Rumeng was going crazy, "Xiaolu, what's wrong with you? How can you say such things?" She looked everywhere for her cell phone to call an ambulance.
Yu Xiaolu stood there and looked at her panic. He suddenly said, "He beat your daughter to death, and you still want him to live? Shouldn't he pay for his life with that child?"
He Rumeng froze in place, her phone falling to the ground. "What did you say?"
Yu Xiaolu repeated to her, "I said your daughter was beaten to death by him. You sat at the end of the bed and cried for so long. Didn't you notice that your daughter was no longer breathing?"
He Rumeng looked at her blankly.
As a mother, she was well aware of the weirdness of the "daughter" in front of her. Her intuition as a mother made her believe it all of a sudden, but at the same time, she couldn't accept such an incredible thing. Her daughter was clearly standing here alive, why did she say she was dead
"You lied to me! Why did you say such things? Xiaolu, Xiaolu, don't scare your mother!" She collapsed and burst into tears in fear, her face full of tears.
The crying and shouting woke up the neighbors. They didn't want to care at first, after all, this had happened more than once. But the noise was so loud that some people came to persuade them. They were surprised to find Yu Fu lying on the ground with blood all over his head, and they rushed him to the hospital in a panic.
Yu Fu was not dead, he had stitches on his head, and when he woke up, he angrily threatened to kill his daughter who dared to hit her own father. But he had a concussion and could only lie in bed, unable to do anything. When Yu Xiaolu really came to the hospital, Yu Fu wished he had never seen her. Because Yu Xiaolu got a syringe from somewhere, she lay beside his bed and said to him: "I heard that if you inject a certain amount of air into the vein, people will die. Do you believe it?"
The child's voice was childish, but it carried a chilling maliciousness. Yu Fu finally realized that something was wrong with his daughter, whom he had always scolded. If the doctor hadn't happened to come in, he really thought that this little bastard would do this. He asked He Rumeng, who came in with a thermos, to take Yu Xiaolu out, but not long after, he woke up from his dream and found that Yu Xiaolu was holding the syringe, with the needle tip facing his eyes, as if it would stab him at any time.
He felt a stinging pain on his eyelids and rolled off the bed in fear. A man like him who dared not do anything except beat his wife was already afraid of his strange daughter. He even called the police immediately and asked them to arrest his daughter.
"She beat me like this, and she wants to kill me! Arrest her and sentence her to death!" Yu Fu yelled on the hospital bed, insisting that it was his daughter who did it, which gave the police who came to take the statement a headache. They looked at the little girl sitting next to them and half believed Yu Fu's words. In the end, the matter was left unresolved, at least for now.
"It's not easy for us to interfere in family affairs, and we can't punish such a young child. If she really did it, let the school teachers educate her more." The police said this before leaving.
In the past, Yu Fu beat his wife severely and someone called the police. Yu Fu had heard these words many times and he felt complacent every time he heard them. This time, he finally became the one who was afraid.
Three months later, Yu Fu and He Rumeng divorced. He really couldn't stand that kind of life. Every day when he woke up, he might see the little girl standing next to him like a ghost, holding a knife or other dangerous things, pointing at his neck or eyes. He couldn't help but want to fight a few times, but Yu Xiaolu was holding the knife all the time, and he still had a headache, so he really didn't have the courage to go over and fight. He even wanted to secretly strangle the little beast in the middle of the night, but when he opened the door, he found that she was sitting in the dark, not sleeping, holding the knife and looking at him without blinking.
Yu Fu was so angry that he took it out on He Rumeng. Then he found a needle in his food, which pierced his tongue and mouth. This was also done by his weird daughter.
He finally got scared.
He Rumeng suffered domestic violence for several years. Although it was painful, she had gotten used to it. Rather than not knowing what to do after the divorce, she would rather endure her husband's beatings and scoldings. But she didn't expect that her tolerance would kill her daughter.
After a period of getting along, she was sure that her daughter was no longer her own. Like Yu Fu, He Rumeng felt fear and resentment towards her daughter. She felt that something dirty had taken over her daughter's body, but she couldn't abandon her daughter's body and could only reluctantly live with her.
Half a year later, He Rumeng, who was working at a hot spring club, met a man. They fell in love and got married quickly.
Yu Xiaolu's stepfather's surname was Xin. He was a businessman in the city. His family had some assets. His ex-wife died early, and he had a son who was three years younger than Yu Xiaolu. Yu Xiaolu and his mother lived in that rich villa area, and then his father changed his surname to Xin, and from then on he was called Xin Xiaolu.
The author has something to say: One sister is tougher than another sister (.
This is truly a campus article. Although I have never written one before, I might as well give it a try. Anyway, I want to try everything.