I really don't want to be a teacher

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"...Go."

The old man smiled, stroked the boy's hair, and spoke again.

The old lady stood up, picked up several empty noodle bowls on the table, and led the boy to the kitchen in the back room.

The boy also stretched out his hand, holding his half bowl of noodles, and quickly followed his grandma into the kitchen.

"...It's so good, it's so good..."

The middle-aged woman looked at the old lady, looked at the boy, said with a smile on her face.

The old man smiled, watched his grandson and his wife enter the back room, and then turned his head to look at the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman followed suit, and then slowly turned her head, looking in front of her, with a smile on her face, but did not continue speaking,

Glancing at the middle-aged woman, Lian Ge looked away and didn't say much.

Under the incandescent lamp, the main room became quiet.

……

"...Unlike the old man, I have never met my parents. But thinking about it, it wouldn't be too good-looking to be born with a strange shape like me."

The middle-aged woman turned her head back, with a smile on her face, and said aloud,

Listening to the middle-aged woman's words, the old man looked at the middle-aged woman's face, shook his head,

"...It's like the old man you see. I guess it's my biological parents, and they can't accept it? So they threw me out."

The middle-aged woman smiled, and seemed to say something funny again,

"...Since you can't accept it, why did you give birth to me again? After I was born and saw it, why didn't you just kill me? When I was young, I kept thinking about it, but I couldn't think about it. clear."

With a smile on her face, the middle-aged woman continued.

"...I was thrown into a ditch with no water on the side of the road. The person who picked me up said that when he picked me up, I was naked. It was also winter, maybe, my Parents, you just want to kill me, but you don't want to get blood on your hands and get your hands dirty."

Smile, the more smiles on the face, the middle-aged woman seems to say something funny,

Beside, the old man listened, remained silent, and shook his head again.

Turning his gaze, glanced at the middle-aged woman, then looked away, Lian Ge looked into the distance through the half-open door, and listened quietly to the woman's narration.

Gusts of breeze pass through the half-open door, shaking the shadows of the people at the table in the room,

It seemed to bring some moisture, and the breeze disturbed the skirt of the clothes, and it was getting colder.

Chapter 646 Middle-aged Woman

"...the person who picked me up was a man in his 50s, an old bachelor, a farmer in a nearby mountain village on the edge of that ditch, and a rotten alcoholic."

Under the incandescent lamp, the middle-aged woman was still smiling, and continued,

"...That day, he probably drank wine, got drunk, went to the field with a hoe for the first time, and then saw me on the side of the road, in the ditch on the side of the field. When he saw me, I He couldn’t cry or shout anymore, his face was already frozen blue, he drank too much wine, he thought it was something, so I picked it up, picked it up in the back basket, and brought it back.”

"...I still have to thank him, thank him, otherwise I wouldn't be able to live until now, I really want to thank him, thank him..."

The middle-aged woman smiled on her face, and said without any ups and downs in her tone,

"... I don't know what he thinks after he sobers up. Maybe he wants to raise a dog in the house? Or he has never been sober."

"...As long as I can remember, I have lived there, in a mountain village in a mountain depression. The man's house is alone on the edge of the mountain village, and there are no other residents around. People in the village don't like him, and no one associates with him. .

If he asked me to call him dad, that would be my dad. "

With a smile on her face, the wrinkled and raised scar became more and more distorted, like a long worm, wriggling under the skin of her face,

Laughing, the middle-aged woman continued,

"...My father is a rotten alcoholic, and he doesn't do other things every day. Every day at noon or afternoon, when he sobers up a little, he will get up, and then go out to drink, and when he is completely drunk, he will arrive Come back at night.

After I came back, maybe I was not in a good mood, so I would beat me up and kick me a few times, it hurt really badly.When he was tired from beating me, he let me lie on the ground, and he went back to sleep.

At that time, what did I know? For as long as I can remember, it seemed like every day, I sat on the threshold and waited for him to come back, just thinking, say a few words to him, he is in a good mood, and give me a few rewards Stuttering, if he wants to beat me, I let him beat me. At that time, I think it is right to be beaten by him. If I want to eat, I have to be beaten. When he vents his anger and is happy, I don’t know. You can reward me with two bites. "

Under the incandescent lamp, the words of the middle-aged woman resounded, and the shadows of the people at the table swaying slightly with the breeze,

While speaking, the middle-aged woman turned her head and looked at the old man.

"...I remember, when I was so young, I set up a stool to cook on the stove, and fell off the stool."

Laughing, the middle-aged woman said,

"...That was when I was seven or eight years old. At that time, it seemed that I was still so tall, and the top of my head was still far away from the edge of the stove... At that time, my father, I still drink every day. I’m so hungry that I can’t help it. I can only find a way to cook. There is no rice at home, but there is some millet. I set up a stool, added a few handfuls of millet, added some water, and put it in the pot to cook... …When climbing on the stool, I fell down and fell to the ground, spraining my foot. At that time, I seemed to be hungry, but I didn’t feel much pain. I just felt uncomfortable in my ankle. Light it up, cook like that..."

"...I don't know how long it has been, I don't know, are those millet cooked or not... I opened the lid of the pot... It smells so good... I first grabbed the boiled millet in the pot with my hand, and it was caught After burning it, I remembered the bowl. I took the bowl as a spoon, and I took a bite of the boiled millet. It was delicious, and it felt very delicious... I stood on the stool with one foot on it. , eating millet in one bite, I just feel a little uncomfortable in my throat..."

The middle-aged woman smiled, and continued,

Listening, the old man couldn't help being a little silent and sighed.

Looking at the distance outside the house, quietly listening to the middle-aged woman's voice ringing in his ears, Lian Ge didn't say anything.

……

"...At the end of the meal, I saved a bowl for my father. Thinking of such a delicious food, I also left a bowl for him."

With a smile on her face, the middle-aged woman spoke, her voice without any ups and downs resounded in the main room,

"...After I ate those millet and I was no longer hungry, I slowly felt that my leg hurts, it hurts so much, it's like...it's like my father beat me again...I held it With the bowl of boiled millet, I walked to the edge of the threshold on my feet, sat, as usual, sat and waited for him to come back."

"...at night, he came back after drinking. He seemed very happy that day, smiling all over his face. When I saw him come back, I quickly got up with the bowl of millet. I handed the bowl of millet to I told him, I cooked rice, it was delicious, let him taste it... He looked at me, smiled happily, then knocked over the bowl of cooked millet, and scolded me , Animal things are animal things.

I just stood there, looking at the broken bowl on the ground, looking at the grain scattered all over the ground. "

Still smiling, the middle-aged woman said,

"... I don't know if I was stupid at that time... That's right, I'm a bastard... I also told him that my ankle hurts... When he heard it, his expression suddenly changed, he became very angry, and The slap hit me to the ground, and then I stepped on the ankle I sprained, just stepped on it, rubbed it with my foot a little bit... It hurts, it's worse than when he hit me before It hurts."

With a smile on her face, the middle-aged woman said,

Beside, the old man listened to the middle-aged woman's words, lowered his head, looked at the twisted foot of the middle-aged woman, shook his head, and sighed.

"girl……"

The old man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say a word of comfort, but after calling out, he could only stop.

The middle-aged woman smiled on her face, as if she didn't hear it, she just continued talking,

"...However, after that, at least I know that millet can't be eaten just like that, it's like a beast."

"... After that, I still sit on the threshold every day, waiting for my father to come back, waiting for him to come back and beat me, and waiting for him to come back and I can say a few words to him..."

"...When I was eleven or twelve years old, at noon that day, my father went out to drink again, and I sat on the threshold by the door of the house. On the mountain."

"...Looking at the people in the village passing by, I don't know what's wrong. I never wanted to go outside so much. At that time, my outside was in the village not far away. I wanted to go to the village to see Look... I sat on the threshold, looked at the village, hesitated for half an afternoon, and when it was almost dark, I ran towards the village..."

"...At that time, it seemed that I was a little scared, and I also had some expectations..."

"...When I ran to the village, there were a few children who were about the same age as me at that time, playing. Someone saw me passing by. Immediately afterwards, several people looked at me with strange eyes, and then ran away. Now, there is only one person left standing in the same place, wanting to run, as if he is a little curious about me...

...I walked over and just looked at him like that. He looked at me for a long time, and then asked me if I was from the village, and what was my name... At that time, I didn't have a name..."

"...That was the first time I talked to my peers... Later, I realized that they looked into my eyes because they were afraid..."

Chapter 647

"... bang... bang..."

"...The child who didn't run away looked at me a little scared, and seemed a little curious. After carefully talking to me from a distance, he slowly approached me..."

With a bit of chill, the wind of water vapor disturbed the half-open door of the main room, and the door gently bumped against the wall next to it,

On the roof, the incandescent lamps adorned with dusty cobwebs swayed gently, swaying the shadows under the lamps,

Sitting at the table, the middle-aged woman continued to speak with a smile on her face, and the voice of her words with no ups and downs echoed in the main room.

Listening quietly, Lian Ge looked at the distance outside the house through the open door, but didn't say anything more.

……

"...That day, I stood on the roadside of that village with him and talked for a long time. He asked me if I was from the village, and told me where his family lived. He asked me, Why are there so many injuries? I said my father beat you. Doesn’t your father beat you... I seem to be very happy, and I don’t know why. I didn’t go until it was dark and he said he had to go home. go back."

With a smile on her face, the middle-aged woman continued.

"... On the way back, I was very happy. It seemed that someone had been talking to me for so long. When my father came back, he would kick me, beat me up, scold me and then return Sleeping in the house, only when he beat me for a long time, he would say a few more words to me, scold me a few more words, that was the first time someone said to me for so long, and I was still thinking, when Dad can beat me for so long, so he can talk more, it hurts, it hurts..."

Middle-aged women smile more and seem to say something funny,

"... and I was very scared, afraid that I would go back so late, my father had already gone home, and he would be very angry if he didn't see me... I just ran all the way home.

As a result, that night, he didn't come back all night, so I stood guard at the door of the house and slept all night.

Every once in a while, there are always times when he won’t come back at night, or he passed out on the side of the road drunk, or he just drank too much and fell in front of someone’s house. When you open the door, if you see him, he will come back again.

That night, I seemed to feel very happy, glad that he didn't come back, that was the first time I felt that way..."

Smiling, the middle-aged woman said, only the white eye followed the other eye and looked straight ahead,

"...On the second day, my father came back, stepped on my foot when he entered the house, then entered the house, and went out again in the afternoon."

"...After my father went out, I couldn't bear it anymore. I ran out of the house again and ran to the village. After running not far, I saw a group of children of the same age again. The one who talked to me yesterday The kid was there too. I was so happy to say hello to him, having told me his name the day before.

Seeing me coming, all the children ran away, including the one who was talking to me yesterday, he looked at me, not fear, but terror in his eyes, and he yelled at me, 'monster'.I stood still in place, just staring at him in a daze, watching him run away.

At that time, I couldn't figure out why, he still talked to me yesterday, why would it be like this after a day.

After the group of children of the same age had run away, I didn't go back to the village anymore.Along the way, I met some people in the village. At this time, I realized that everyone in the village looked at me very strangely, as if they were pitiful, and seemed to have the same eyes as my father, probably disgusted, disgusting... … At that time, I seemed to feel very uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable than when my father kicked me in the stomach, I couldn't stop running, ran all the way back, and closed the door..."

The middle-aged woman laughed, as if she said something funny,

"...On that night, not long after it got dark, my father came back, slapped me as soon as he entered the room, knocked me to the ground, and started kicking me, scolding me, calling me a beast Something, scolded me for running out to be ashamed... Someone told him to let him know that I went out that day...

Just kicked me like that for a long time, beat me for a long time, seemed to be tired, so he left me alone and went back to the house.I just curled up on the ground, trying to get up from the ground, but I couldn’t get up, so I could only lie on the ground and look out of the house...It hurts, it hurts..."

The raised scar on her face twisted like a worm curled up. The middle-aged woman smiled and said aloud.

The old man next to him listened, looked at the middle-aged woman, opened his mouth, and wanted to say a word of comfort, but he couldn't say anything, and sighed again.

Looking at the drizzle falling in the distance outside the house, Lian Ge listened to the voice in his ear, did not turn his head, did not say anything, just listened quietly to the middle-aged woman's narration.

……

"...After that, I didn't go out again. I seemed to be a little scared. I don't know if I was afraid that my father would hit me or something else. I was just like before, guarding the door every day, waiting for my father to come back, come back Beat me up, scold me a few words, talk to me a few words... Sometimes, from a distance, when people from the village pass by the roadside, I hide by the door and watch..."

"...That's it, when I'm 14 or 15, I don't know my birthday, and I don't really know the date."

As she spoke, the middle-aged woman smiled more and more on her face.

"... That day, when I woke up at noon, my father went out. I was in the house, cooked and ate, and sat at the door of the main room waiting for him to come back."

"... waited until night, when it was dark, no one passed the road outside the house, and he still didn't come back... maybe he was still drinking, or maybe he fell on the side of some road... I He moved the quilt by the side of the main room a little, moved it to the door of the main room, and waited for him."

"...I waited until early in the morning when he came back. That day, he seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, and he staggered all the way back. He seemed very angry. I just saw him come back and got up to pick him up. He pushed me down to the ground, kicked me hard, and then just cursed, kicked and kicked me... I couldn't help curling up, holding back He didn't shout... He just kicked me like that, kicked me, I don't know how long, he stopped, I thought he was tired, and he was going back to the house, so I looked up. I saw him standing Beside me, he smelled of alcohol, his eyes were red, and he looked at me strangely. Then, he rushed towards me, pressed my head to the ground in the yard, and grabbed me. clothes..."

The middle-aged woman said and laughed, as if she was saying something funny,

"girl……"

Next to him, the old man opened his mouth and couldn't help calling out. He wanted to say a word of comfort and sighed again.

"...It hurts so much, it really hurts, it hurts more than when he hit me before...It really hurts..."

The middle-aged woman looked in front of her with a smile on her face and said,

"...I couldn't stop screaming, I couldn't stop shouting, I wanted to break free... But it was useless, no one heard, no one cared, and I couldn't break free..."

"...On that night, he raped me."

"...No, it's my father, my father..."

The middle-aged woman laughed.

Outside the house, the chilly breeze was getting stronger, disturbing the drizzle and blowing into the eaves, hitting the door lightly, shaking the shadows of the people at the table under the lamp.