Some people love other daughters when they are born, and they will not treat me like enemies even if they are not defeated. But in order to revenge on my mother, my father did not treat me like a daughter at all.

At that time, my grandmother had just passed away. In order to force my mother to show up, my father actually tied me, who was only three years old, to my grandmother's newly dug grave with a rope.

What a cold night it was. A three-month-old child was not only abandoned by his cold mother, but also tied to his grandmother's grave by his resentful father to vent his determination to no longer want the desolate daughter of my Jiang family, as well as his deep hatred for my mother and my mother's family.

On such a cold night, I was tied to the weeds in my grandmother's grave by my father. I could tell how sad I was. I cried loudly, like a wild beast frightened late at night. Owls flew past my grandmother's grave, and night owls cried and jumped away from me. They must have regarded me as food, just because I still have someone, or because I screamed loud enough that they didn't eat me.

Crying spread throughout the Jiang family's grave. My cruel mother could not resist the grievances and blames of the neighbors. She finally showed up. He took me back to my grandmother's house, but never returned to my father's house.

Because my father did too much, he was able to tie their three-month-old daughter to the grave and leave alone. My father's cruelty made my mother feel desperate for him in her heart.

But...what is my mother herself? Is she not the initiator? Could it be that she abandoned her own Tiancan daughter first?

Later, I spent a relatively difficult time in my mother's arms. My grandmother died and my mother was unwilling to return to my father's place. Moreover, my father had already married a new love shortly after he parted with his mother, just like he was afraid that his mother would go back to his house and throw me this trouble to him.

During this period, my mother didn't treat me well. She was just worried that if others saw that I starved to death, she would give me insufficient nutrients. However, I still survived patiently, like an iron man who could not starve to death.

We live like years in the suspicion and resentment of others. Those who once condemned my mother could not sympathize with me as always. At that time, several dead incidents occurred in our Jiang family. In fact, it is extremely normal for people to grow grass and wither in life. But because I came, they found the target of attack and said that those deaths were brought by me.

A year and a half later, as I grew older, the conflict began to become more and more intense. She was a lonely woman and began to want to find a man she could rely on. She was still young and beautiful. If she hadn't been me, she could have lived a happier life.

Rumors of the clan saying that I was a broom star are becoming more and more popular. Some people even started to throw blood and dirt from the mountain cliff to the roof of our house in the middle of the night, throwing some garbage on the floor in front of our house, and forcing my mother to leave with her broom star child.

They said that my mother was married and no longer a member of the Jiang family, and was not suitable for living in the Jiang family anymore.

They said that since my father dared to tie me to my grandmother’s grave, but now he ignores it, why didn’t my mother also tie me to the newly built grandfather’s grave on my father’s side to show revenge?

They said that people who are "unprotected" are monsters. They should seek the Taoist priest's approach and burn me to death with spiritual fire to break the disaster!

At this time, a cousin of my mother appeared. He coveted my mother's appearance, while my mother coveted his protection. My mother wanted to throw herself into his arms, but in fact, some improper things have been done countless times.

But that cousin was unwilling to marry my mother. He said that when he saw the flowing flesh and blood in my head, he felt that disaster was coming. If my mother wanted to marry her, unless my mother would first deal with me, the disaster star. As for how to deal with it, it was my mother's business.

So during that time, my mother began to go crazy. She began to complain more and more about my former father, who would talk about the matter of my father tying me to the grave more than ten times every day.

She began to say that she would deal with me because she could no longer bear such miserable days. She wanted to deal with me. She wanted to tie me back to the grave of my newly dead grandfather, and let my father hear my crying and take me away from this disaster.

She began to want to use an iron hoop, inlaid with a piece of iron tied to my head, so as to cover up a place on my head, and you could see the fact that blood rolled on my brain marrow and exposed it.

But the stubborn me felt that strange aura and the endless hatred of the world towards me, but I was unwilling to buckle the iron hoop on my head. I was like that, born to me, and I was like that. Why did I wear one more hoop than others?

Because of my stubbornness and the difference between me and ordinary people, no matter how tight my mother puts the hoop on my head, I can always think of a way to slowly struggle and pull out the annoying hoop from the top of my head.

Because of this incident, my mother was so annoyed that she began to scold me endlessly and hit me endlessly, hitting me all over, and the force she put on the hoop was getting heavier and heavier. Sometimes, she would deliberately use the wire on the hoop to pierce my scalp and tie my scalp to blood. She didn't care.

Finally, when she tried her best to put the hoop on my head forever, she finally began to "handle" me.

She poured some of the white powder she bought into rice soup. The rice soup is the food I usually use to wrap my belly. The rice soup is very bitter. She tricked me and said that as long as I drink the bitterness, she would never want me to wear the iron hoop that covers my head again.

That was the faint smile she finally showed to me for countless days. Although the smile had ulterior motives, it was also so warm in my fragile heart that later, when I thought of my mother, I always thought of her smile that charitable and gentle coaxed me... Thinking of that smile always made me cry...
Chapter completed!