Siheyuan: Crossing the two worlds, if you don't obey, you will be a beast

Facing this person's endless entanglement and intrusion, I have been living in fear these days, as if I were on the edge of an abyss and treading on thin ice! Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines through the window lattice onto the bed, when I slowly wake up, I always subconsciously take a deep breath of fresh air, then close my eyes quietly, and pray silently in my heart for God's blessing, so that this new day can be spent calmly and safely.

However, every time I heard the familiar yet extremely hateful heavy footsteps coming from outside the door, my originally calm heart was instantly grabbed by an invisible big hand and suddenly pulled up to my throat, as if it would break free in the next second and shoot out of my throat. The deep fear was like the surging and surging river, one wave after another, madly surging into my heart with the force of a tidal wave, making me immersed in a kind of extreme panic and anxiety all day long.

Even the slightest sound of wind or the swaying of grass leaves can easily shock my already fragile nerves, causing me to tremble all over and cold sweat to ooze out of my forehead and slide down my cheeks.

This life of fear and trepidation is undoubtedly a living nightmare for me! Every minute and every second seems so long and hard, as if the years are infinitely stretched, and the painful torture has no end. I feel as if I have fallen into a bottomless dark abyss, and the surroundings are filled with creepy cold air, as if I am in the underworld.

Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines through the window onto my face, I always wake up slowly, but what follows is endless troubles and threats that surge like a tide. Those troubles are like a pack of hungry wolves, staring at me, a weak and helpless lamb, baring their fangs and claws, and pressing me step by step. And every time I think of this, my already fragile heart will tremble uncontrollably, as if a candle swaying in the wind could go out at any time.

However, faced with so many complex and difficult problems, I am like a traveler lost in the desert, unable to find the direction, and I don't know what method can effectively solve them. I can only choose to silently endure this torment and torture from the depths of my heart, like a prisoner strangled by fate, unable to break free.

What is particularly frightening and unsettling is that Madam Chen is not someone you can easily mess with! If you trace it back to a long time ago—oh, of course not in the ancient times, but a long time ago—she already disliked me. In her eyes, I was like a thorn piercing deep into her eyeball, causing her unbearable pain even if I moved a little; and like a malignant tumor growing in her heart, corroding her soul all the time, making her wish she could uproot it immediately.

Mrs. Chen, all she thinks about all day is how to punish me severely! Sometimes, her vicious heart is so outrageous that she even plans to sell me to those crazy and inhumane human traffickers! Once I really fall into their clutches, I am afraid I will be forced to leave my hometown, away from my familiar and kind homeland, and drift to a strange foreign land. From now on, I will live a miserable life of loneliness and helplessness, crying all day long, and suffering the bitterness of the world.

Or maybe, this cruel Madam Chen would just go all out and give me away to someone else as if I were a worthless item. For her, doing so would at least bring her an ending where she could stop worrying about it.

It is said that just a few days ago, the sky was like a huge sapphire, pure and blue, without a trace of clouds. The gentle breeze blew quietly, bringing waves of fresh and pleasant breath, as if it was a gift from nature, which made people feel relaxed and happy. The bright and dazzling sunlight, like countless golden threads interwoven, generously poured down through the narrow gaps between the lush branches and leaves, reflecting on the ground, forming a piece of colorful and bizarre light and shadow. These lights and shadows, bright or dark, intertwined and merged with each other, like a dreamlike and beautiful picture scroll unfolding before our eyes.

At this moment, I am wearing an elegant pink silk dress. The soft hem of the dress is like the colorful clouds in the sky, fluttering gently in the breeze, as if it will float away at any time. The color of this silk dress is just right, not too bright and ostentatious, nor too plain and elegant, but exudes a fresh, refined, graceful and soft atmosphere.

I stand gracefully in my quiet and elegant courtyard. This courtyard is like a beautiful painting, with green trees, colorful flowers, secluded paths, and rockeries and rocks scattered in an orderly manner. In such a poetic and picturesque environment, I am as eye-catching as a blooming flower.

I saw my delicate hands carefully holding a pair of exquisite flower scissors, concentrating on trimming the branches of flowers that were in full bloom. These flowers were vying for beauty, red like fire, pink like clouds, white like snow, yellow like gold... Each one was like a work of art carefully carved by the skilled craftsman of nature, exuding charming fragrance and brilliant colors.

Just as I was enjoying the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere and the beautiful scene before me, suddenly, a subtle and mysterious whisper came from outside the courtyard wall. The voice was intermittent, sometimes clear and sometimes unclear, as if someone was whispering something outside the wall. This sudden sound broke the tranquility in the courtyard, and I couldn't help but stop what I was doing, and a trace of curiosity and alertness surged in my heart.

At first, I didn't take it seriously at all, and continued to work hard at my job. I was concentrating on playing with the delicate flower scissors in my hands, carefully trimming the delicate branches, as if to give them life and make them present the most graceful and beautiful posture.

But who could have expected that the voices of the two old women, as if cast by some magical spell, could penetrate those extremely thick walls so easily and freely, and blow into my small and delicate ears like a gust of wind.