Stealing the moonlight into my arms

That afternoon, a term suddenly appeared on the hot searches in Shengzhou and quickly climbed to the top of the list:

'How difficult it was for girls to study in the past'

A user named 'Xin Xiao Xin' posted an article:

To escape the small town that trapped me, I climbed mountains and walked through mud.

Combining text and graphic versions, and presented in the form of a diary, it shows how a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, born in the countryside, struggles to live and study in an environment where boys are valued more than girls, and how she defies fate and carves out her own path.

Once the article was published, it was forwarded by major reading bloggers, and with the operation of self-media, its popularity quickly climbed to a high level.

The teenage girl's writing style is immature, and the dark life has made it impossible for her to be innocent and romantic. She can only write about her longing for the future in her diary.

"My parents named me Huai'en. It's a nice name, but I know they asked me to be grateful for their kindness in raising me. This is what I should do, but they always say it but never tell my younger brothers. I am the eldest sister, so I should take care of my younger brothers. It is my duty."

"I entered junior high school and got first place in my class on the exam. I took the test paper home to show it to my parents, but before I could even get it out, my mother came and told me to leave all the books to my younger brother and that I would start working in the factory the next day."

"I don't want to go to work in the factory in the village. I want to go out and see the world, out of our Jianjia Village, to the seaside, to crowded places, to places farther and higher. I want to watch the flag-raising ceremony on the city wall, watch the planes flying overhead, and see many things I have never seen before."

"I didn't want to drop out of school. I begged my parents, saying I was a good student and would have better job opportunities and earn more money in the future. I would give them all the money I earned. I begged them to let me continue to go to school..."

"My mother didn't like it, so she threw away my textbooks, shredded them page by page, and threw them into the stove."

"I was crying and begging them. My brother found my test paper and handed it to my mother. She threw it into the fire without even looking at it."

"I looked at the burned books and test papers. It was like my future was being burned. Is this what my life will be like? Like many other girls in the village, I'll drop out of school, work in a factory, earn two years, find a husband in the same village, give a dowry to my parents, and have another child."

"But I'm not willing to give up. I think as long as I don't give up, I still have a chance."

"It turns out that there's a library in the factory, the only workers' library in the village. It's just that no one usually goes there to read books. When I come across a word I don't know, I look it up in the dictionary. If I don't understand the meaning, I ask an adult. As long as I ask a few more people, I'll definitely understand."

"The lady at the library said she has a relative who is a teacher at our middle school. She said she would be willing to help me get some textbooks and test papers. I was so happy. I hope I can save some money after I get my salary this month to buy myself a notebook."

"I met a very good teacher who would take time out three days a week to go to the library to read books, and he was willing to tutor me for free during this time."

"I cherish every moment of study, but for some reason, people at the factory started to spread rumors that my teacher and I had an improper relationship. I cried and felt so embarrassed. I also felt sorry for the teacher. How could such a good person be said to like that?"

"What makes me sad is that when others are pointing fingers at me, my mother is standing by and making sarcastic remarks, saying that farmers are farmers and farmers' daughters are still farmers. Why are you pretending to be cultured?"

"But my mother made my two younger brothers go to school all the time. I am a farmer's daughter, but aren't they also farmers' sons?"

"I see. It's just because I'm a girl."

"In order to avoid being gossiped about by the villagers, I could only go to the bookstore in town on weekends to read books. There were the latest textbooks there, and I could copy them down and study them myself."

"The road from the village to the town is not easy to walk on. When it rains, the ground is covered with mud. One step is deep and the other is shallow. I don't know how many times I have fallen and got covered in mud. But I believe that as long as I keep walking, I can get out."

"I'm grateful to my little sister. She gave me textbooks and teaching materials, and shared everything she learned with me. I'm also grateful to all the teachers who helped me. My teacher registered for the high school entrance exam for me, and the factory director also allowed me to free up time to prepare for the exam. With their help, I was admitted to high school. I'm so happy that I wish I could grow wings and fly to the school I want to go to."

"But my parents disagreed. They looked at my report card with disdain. Then my mother started her routine again, telling me to remember to be filial to them and not forget their kindness. I remembered."

"But I still want to fight for my future life. This time I secretly resigned from the factory and ran to the county town. I want to find a job here and then go to school. I will study no matter what."

"But my parents didn't let me go. They came to make trouble again. My mother brought a group of relatives to the county town and lay down in the store where I worked. She cried and accused me of being unfilial. Everyone around her looked over. She threatened to jump off the building and commit suicide if I didn't go back with them."

"At fifteen, I was still like I was at twelve, standing there at a loss, as if I had tried my best but still couldn't grasp anything. For the first time, I felt despair towards my parents. Just because I was a girl, I could do nothing. I thought, if I died now, would it be like repaying them, and then I could be reincarnated sooner and live the life I wanted."

"There are still many kind-hearted people in this world. When I was desperate, someone helped me. The village party secretary couldn't stand my parents' behavior and came to my house to talk to them. They are willing to pay for my high school education and provide a certain living allowance. The village party secretary said that it is not easy for a village to have a college student. If I pass the exam in three years, it will bring honor to the family."

"My mother agreed, but after my grandfather, the village party secretary, passed away, she made me write a note saying that all future living allowances would be given to her before she would allow me to go to school. I signed without hesitation. I wanted to get out of here so badly. If I didn't have living expenses, I could earn them myself, eat less, and anything else would be fine."

……

"The world outside is so beautiful. I'm so lucky that I got to see it."

……

"I'm 30 years old now. I have a husband who loves me very much and I have a baby. Every day after work, I read the books I've read to my baby. Every time I do that, I think to myself, I never have to go back to that village or walk that muddy road again. It's great. My baby doesn't have to either."

……

The diary ends here, with such true feelings that it makes people cry.

The blogger named 'Xiao Xinxin' directly brought up the topic -

"Shengzhou Night Talk" is a fake program

A woman in Shengzhou City moved her mother's grave and refused to let the elderly visit it.

The blogger posted that this was the diary of his deceased mother.

As soon as the article was published, the original attack and abuse trend instantly changed, and netizens began to be confused and looked around, not knowing who to believe.

At the same time, the self-media released an interview in Jianjia Village, Anhai City, and the voice and picture of the elderly in the picture had been processed.

But every word the old people said matched the content of the article posted by the blogger.

How can this be an unfilial granddaughter not letting her grandparents see her deceased daughter?

It was obvious that the daughter felt sorry for her deceased mother and didn't want the two unlucky beasts to defile her mother's purity.

This immediately caused an uproar in public opinion. Netizens who had been led to insult the granddaughter realized that they were being played like monkeys by the old man and the old woman, and their anger was instantly ignited.

There are still some people who are determined to get to the bottom of the matter and dig deep into the true identities of the old man and the old woman.

There were also some angry people who directed their anger at the Shengzhou Night Talk program. They made numerous complaint calls and demanded that the old man and the old woman come out to respond. Their anger seemed to be enough to eat the two old people alive.

Things took their first turn.

……

At the same time, in a dark room.

Old Mrs. Jane had a black hood on her head and kept shivering.

"You, you, you... who are you and why are you arresting me? Arresting people... is illegal..."

A man with a scar on his face exchanged glances with the elegant man behind the screen, then walked out from behind the screen, playing with the Swiss Army knife in his hand.

The man with the scar asked his men to take off the hoods on the old man and the old woman.

The moment the hood was taken off, the old woman was so scared that she closed her eyes and kept muttering: "I didn't see it, I didn't see it, I didn't see anything..."

Anyone who sees the kidnapper's face will be killed.

The scarred man said coldly, "Open your eyes."

Two bodyguards in black forcibly pried open the old woman's eyes.

Old Mrs. Jane opened her eyes, but the old man was nowhere to be found. The room was very dark. The man in front of her had a scar at the corner of his eye, and he looked like a devil who was taking her life.

"Hey, hey, I really don't know you guys. Is there some misunderstanding here? I'm just a farmer in the countryside..."

The scarred man was playing with the Swiss Army knife in his hand. Suddenly, he exerted force and inserted the tip of the knife into the wooden coffee table beside him.

Old Mrs. Jian fell silent instantly.

The scarred man grinned mischievously, "We don't know why we're arresting you. Fu Jinbei owed us a huge debt a few years ago, and he refuses to acknowledge it or pay it back. Since you're the mother-in-law of his brother who has cancer, why don't you pay it back for him? If you can't pay it back, you can sell your organs. We have plenty of ways to deal with this. We can even film a video of you and ask Fu Jinbei to pay you back."

The old woman was obviously frightened and didn't even think about the logic behind the words. She just shouted, "No, no, I have nothing to do with them. You've got the wrong person!"

The scarred man looked ferocious, "Why is it okay? Didn't you appear on TV to find your relatives?"

"It really doesn't matter! I was just talking nonsense. She's not my biological daughter at all. We have no relationship at all, really..."

The old woman was so anxious that she just wanted to distance herself from the matter as soon as possible.

Behind the screen, Xiao Jingting sat there, looking at the flashing camera not far away, his brows slightly furrowed.

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