Demon Lord 3

I asked the spirited little sister curiously, why didn't you take Laoliu away? Was it because of your relationship with Laoliu? She shook her head and said no, they always believed that there was a rule, that is, not to take away children who were too old. In this way, those children were very sensible and reasonable, and would not be used by themselves after they got out. So they would take away a child who could be used. They could hide it for one day, and deceive it for one day. At least they could use the child obediently for themselves temporarily. In fact, I was speechless about this decision. Is it really good? Aren't those children a life? Can't those children have their own lives? Laoliu worked so hard, but he couldn't even go to live in the city, but he was willing to take a little sister away. Why? Can't he become good friends with Laoliu? There is only a two-year difference between the two of them. Doesn't this mean they can be together? The spirited little sister shook her head and said, "Sister, you really don't understand. Everyone is abandoned. When we moved to the city, our parents no longer cared about us. Taking me away was just a pretext, so that a child who could compete with me could live a good life here, take good care of my younger siblings, work the fields, and at least have hope, at least a sense of progress. Everyone is abandoned, not just my younger siblings and older siblings in the countryside, but myself as well. Abandoned by everyone." After hearing this, my heart sank. How could this be? Why? Was everyone ultimately abandoned? Why was everyone so selfish? I used to think only outsiders were selfish, but I didn't expect they were selfish towards their own family, too. What caused this? Was it their parents' upbringing, or were there selfish siblings among them? Why wasn't it the eldest and second brothers who were working hard in this family, not the eldest and second sisters, but the little sixth child? Why was only the fifth child taken away? Only one lucky person was chosen, while those other children had to wait there, waiting for something that would lead to nothing. If there was a result in the end, everyone would have achieved success, and everyone could have found their own world and lived a beautiful life. Perhaps the real outcome would not be as tragic as it is now. If the sixth child couldn't leave this year, she would be arranged to marry someone in the countryside with similar conditions next year. Regardless of whether this person is good or bad, she would most likely not be able to leave in the future. Or they could go out to work and continue in their parents' footsteps, having a bunch of children and only taking away the one or two obedient ones. The children would have to stay in the countryside. Looking around, perhaps this is not just a rural area, but more like a mountainous area. I saw it when I came here before. It is surrounded by mountains on all sides. If you want to walk out, you have to walk for at least three or four hours before you can see a slightly clear sign. In fact, we came by car, and it also takes an hour or two. After all, the mountain road is difficult to walk. If we drive too fast, we might fall off the cliff. How can these children escape? Did they fly out by willpower, or did they just hope and wait for someone to come visit them the following year? The result is obvious: they were just silently waiting, just hoping and waiting for someone to come find them, so that they could have their own lives. But what happened? Would anyone let them out? Everyone thought they were money losers, that they would cause trouble once they got out, but how much they longed for freedom while they were here. But then again, the parents were right. The fifth child had worked so hard all those years ago—for what? To escape the mountains. He'd promised to listen to his parents, to study hard, to work hard. But what happened in the big city? He'd become a spoiled brat, fawning over others every day for a cigarette. What did that prove? The parents weren't wrong, but what was the real fault? The real fault lay with the system, with fate. Why were they reborn in such a place? Why were there such social classes? At least they had a goal: a better life. But what about those city kids? What was their goal? The goal is to live life to the fullest, to have fun today. But what is the end result? People in cities can have fun forever, while people in mountainous areas are constantly being toyed with. This is an indisputable fact, but how can it be changed?