I became beautiful by eating melons

Tang Panxia curled up on the bed with her head buried in her arms. Her desperate cries sounded almost like the roar of a wild beast, and those who heard her felt tears welling up in their eyes.

"Aunt..." Ye Rou was at a loss.

She didn't know how to comfort people, so she just sat there stupidly, constantly touching her aunt's shoulders with her hands.

After a long time, Tang Panxia slowly calmed down. Her eyes were red from crying, which made her face look even paler. She smiled gently at Ye Rou: "Xiao Rou, I'm fine. I've actually... been prepared for a long time."

She smiled gently, as if to comfort Ye Rou's heart.

"Okay, you haven't eaten yet since you got back from get out of class? Let's go eat."

Ye Rou always felt something was wrong and refused to leave.

Tang Panxia pushed her shoulder and urged her to eat.

"Auntie, can..."

Ye Rou wanted to ask, but seeing Tang Panxia's gentle look, she was afraid that mentioning it would make her sad. While she was hesitating, Tang Panxia called Jiang Chen in and took Ye Rou away.

Ye Rou went out and met Grandma Song's eyes, and said hurriedly: "Grandma Song, please help me go in and see my aunt, I always feel that..."

She couldn't tell what was wrong.

Seeing her frown, Song Zhishu hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll go in and see her. Your master asked the mute woman to make some ginger soup. You and Jiang Xiaozi should go and have some since you've been caught in the rain."

"Okay." Ye Rou breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Grandma Song agreed.

As soon as the two left, Song Zhishu immediately lifted the bamboo curtain and entered the house.

Tang Panxia didn't cry.

What's the use of crying?

Can crying bring people back?

No.

Hearing the noise at the door, Tang Panxia turned her head and saw Song Zhishu. She called out softly, "Aunt Song."

Song Zhishu did not come in. He stood at the door and asked in a deep voice, "What are you going to do?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Panxia lowered her head and spread her palms face up. Her hands were soft and white, and the calluses left from farm work were slowly disappearing.

Such a pair of women's hands are soft and boneless, extremely beautiful but powerless.

Can a pair of hands like this hold a knife and kill someone?

“It’s not about what I want to do, but what I can do.”

Tang Panxia looked up and gave Song Zhishu a bitter smile: "Aunt Song, how nice it would be if I were a man."

If she were a man, she would be able to take charge of the family business early on and wouldn't have to let her elderly father run around.

If she was a man, the housekeeper's family would never have had such thoughts at the beginning, and she would not have been thrown off the boat and finally sold to Dahe Village.

If she were a man, she would not have any concerns when she saw the housekeeper pretending to be her father. Her strong body would be her confidence. She would not even have the courage to question him. She would dodge in a panic and almost get hit by a car.

……

If she were a man, everything would be different.

Tang Panxia's eyes were empty.

She's really useless.

Better to die...

Song Zhishu came over and sat down beside the bed.

She held Tang Panxia's hand, thought for a moment and said, "Xiaoxia, let me tell you a story."

Tang Panxia did not respond.

Song Zhishu didn't mind and continued:

"When I was very young, I fell in love with someone, and that was the only person I've ever loved in my life."

"But at that time, people paid attention to the matching of social status. He was a star in the theater and was very popular. But in my parents' eyes, he was still a low-class person, an actor."

"I was still young, with no wrinkles on my face, fresh and pretty. I thought I was spoiled and that all the good things in the world should be mine, including him."

"No, my parents didn't agree, so my brother went to find him without telling me. The guy I liked probably thought that a girl like me, who was born in a wealthy family, couldn't live a hard life and couldn't rebel against my family. So he made the decision for me and pushed me away with the excuse that he liked someone else."

Song Zhishu paused here.

Tang Panxia looked up and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What happened next? Was the misunderstanding resolved?"

Song Zhishu shook his head: "I was spoiled to the point of not knowing how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. When I heard him say that he had someone he liked, I got so angry that I spent money to force him to buy him back from the troupe."

Tang Panxia was slightly stunned when she heard this.

She had never heard Aunt Song mention the past.

In her eyes, Aunt Song has always been a glutton, free and easy-going, and has a clear understanding of everything.

I didn’t expect that Aunt Song was also paranoid when she was young.

Song Zhishu noticed her surprise and said with a smile, "You should not be reckless when you are young."

"When I was young, I thought that as long as I wanted her, she would be mine, but I was wrong. He went on a hunger strike in protest, claiming that the only person he loved was that childhood sweetheart, and asked me to let him go."

"I really loved him at that time. Seeing him so thin and exhausted, lying on the kang like a skeleton, I felt so distressed and heartbroken. After my brother's persuasion, I let him go."

"What happened next?" Tang Panxia felt heartbroken when she heard this.

"It wasn't a happy ending. When I went back to China to look for him, he had already died. I missed him like that."

Song Zhishu spoke calmly, but Tang Panxia felt tears welling up in her eyes and nose.

"In those days, everything was gray and there was no hope. My brother joined the army and died on the battlefield. My parents were worried and soon passed away, leaving me alone at home. Later, I learned that he was dead too and that there was no childhood sweetheart, but it was too late. At that moment, I thought I might as well die together."

"But Xiaoxia, do you know? Women are not as strong as men. In this society, they are never the active party. But women are more resilient than men. No matter what the conditions are, women can always survive. No matter how hard, tiring or difficult it is, it is women who grit their teeth and persevere."

Song Zhishu patted Tang Panxia's hand and said, "It's really easy to die. Just pull off the bed sheet and quilt cover, twist a rope, drop it onto the beam, kick it with a stool, and you'll die."

Seeing that Aunt Song could see through her thoughts, Tang Panxia lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Living is the hardest thing. Xiaoxia, no matter what, don't seek death. Death is not a pleasant feeling." Song Zhishu said with a melancholy tone.

"But, Aunt Song, I really don't know what to do now. I want to avenge my father, but I don't know how to do it."

"The road is made by people. Xiao Xia, you are still young, unlike my old bones that can't stand it anymore. One or two years is enough for revenge, and five or ten years is not too late. As long as you want, you will definitely find an opportunity. Believe me, this opportunity will definitely come earlier than death."

After hearing what Song Zhishu said, Tang Panxia pondered for a moment, then looked up again. The despair lingering between her brows faded away, and her eyes became extremely bright.

"I understand, Aunt Song."

Song Zhishu smiled with relief.

Tang Panxia begged her not to tell Ye Rou about what happened today and her decision to take revenge.

Facing Song Zhishu's confusion, Tang Panxia only said:

"If it wasn't for Xiaorou bringing me to Beijing, I would never be able to escape from the Zhang family's hell. She has done enough for me, and I don't want her to worry about me anymore."

"Revenge is my own business, and I should face it alone."

Song Zhishu knew he couldn't stop her, so he just reminded her, "Be sure to pay attention to safety."

Tang Panxia nodded: "Don't worry, I won't alert anyone until I get the chance to kill him with one strike."