The pictures flowed, time passed ruthlessly like running water, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
In the past six months, for the Xue Family, it has been like falling from heaven into a mire, and it continues to sink.
In the picture, the dilapidated hut is dark and depressing.
Mother Xue's coughing sound became more and more serious, and with each cough, the blood streaked out was shocking.
Father Xue, who was once high-spirited, now has half his hair gray.
He put aside his dignity, hunched over his back, and asked the powerful people who had flattered him to borrow money.
As a result, not only was he turned away, but he was also spat on by the former watchdog.
"Bah! If you don't take a piss and look at yourself, who would dare to lend you money now?"
Father Xue silently wiped the saliva from his face and stood in front of the closed door for a long time, his back as bleak as an old dog.
And Xue Wu, who is only eleven years old, has also become taciturn.
She no longer practices those elegant dance steps, and her hands, which were originally used only for playing the piano and dancing, are now covered with redness, swelling and cracks left by washing dishes.
Heaven Dou City, a low-class tavern somewhere.
As night falls, the place is filled with feasting, low-quality alcohol, the smell of sweat, and noisy yelling.
Xue Wu is wearing a greasy apron and working hard in the back kitchen washing dishes.
This is the place where she can find the highest salary. Although it is tiring, it is the only place where she does not mind her young age.
Suddenly, a burst of earth-shattering cheers erupted in the lobby in front.
"Okay! Reward! I will reward you!"
Immediately afterwards, there was a clanking sound, which was the crisp sound of metal coins hitting the floor.
Xue Wu When she walked out carrying the washed dishes, she happened to see a scene that made her pupils tremble.
On the simple wooden platform in the center of the tavern, a dancer with heavy makeup was twisting wildly. The fabric on her body was very little, and a large area of white and greasy skin was exposed to the air.
Every movement she made was full of hints, and her eyes were nakedly seducing the drinkers in the audience.
Even while spinning, she deliberately bent down and let the drinkers in the first row reach out to rub oil on her body.
"Hahaha! Enough!"
The men in the audience all blushed and had thick necks.
Copper Soul Coin hit the stage like raindrops, even mixed with a few Silver Soul Coin, and that one... dazzling Gold Soul Coin!
"Ding!"
The Gold Soul Coin was spinning on the ground, making a crisp and sweet sound, and finally rolled down and stopped at the feet of Xue Wu.
Xue Wu froze in place, staring at the coin at his feet.
This one Gold Soul Coin...
Enough for my mother to take medicine for a month.
It was enough for my father not to have to suffer the humiliation of being spit on.
But the woman on the stage only twisted her butt a few times, not even taking half a stick of incense.
A huge sense of absurdity and impact hit Xue Wu's immature outlook on life.
She worked hard for a month washing dishes, her hands were rotten, and she could only earn ten copper coins.
And dignity... in front of this Gold Soul Coin, seems as light as a piece of paper.
That night, Xue Wu seemed to have lost his soul.
She didn't know how she picked up the Gold Soul Coin that rolled over and gave it back to the dancer, or how she walked home.
I just remember the proud smile on the dancer's face when she picked up the money.
When I got home, I listened to my mother's heartbreaking cough and looked at my father's worried back.
Xue Wu touched the ten cold copper plates in his pocket.
At this moment, something seemed to be broken.
The next night.
Xue Wu came to the tavern again, but this time, instead of going to the kitchen, she found the boss with a rude face.
"I want to dance."
The boss looked her up and down, a little disgusted and a little surprised:
"Are you too young? Is your hair all grown up?"
"But..." The boss's eyes swept over her long legs that were far beyond her peers, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, "She is really handsome, and her legs are long enough."
"Okay, I'll let you try, but first of all, six or four points, I'll give you four points."
This is simply a blood-sucking overlord clause.
But Xue Wu nodded without any hesitation. "Okay."
That night.
Xue Wu put on the only decent long skirt she had left, which she wore when practicing at the Moonlight Pavilion. Although it was a little white after washing, it was still neat and tidy.
She took a deep breath and walked onto the stage that smelled of alcohol and sweat.
Music starts.
Xue Wu stood on tiptoes, which was the elegance engraved in her bones, the noble dance steps taught by the Moonlight Pavilion.
Every turn, every raise of hand, was as standard as a textbook.
She is trying hard to interpret the beauty of dance in her own way.
However.
The reaction from the audience was like a basin of ice water being poured down on Dou Tou.
"Hush!"
"Go down! Who wants to see this!"
"It's boring! We want to see the thighs! We want to see the sexy ones!"
"Little girl, go home and drink milk!"
The drinkers didn't buy it. They came here to vent their desires, not to appreciate art.
Xue Wu's face instantly turned red, but he still endured it and continued to dance the entire dance.
When bowing, there were only a few copper plates on the ground.
It was thrown away by a few old drunkards who thought she was pretty.
Xue Wu squatted down and picked up the copper plates one by one, his fingers were trembling.
When returning to the background.
Yesterday, the gaudy dancer was leaning against the door smoking a cigarette. She looked at Xue Wu's embarrassed appearance and sneered:
"Little sister, this is not how you eat in this business."
"This kind of place is about sensuality, not feelings."
"That high-minded thing you have here... isn't even shit."
After saying that, she twisted her waist and walked onto the stage.
Not long after, cheers like a roaring mountain and a tsunami came from outside again.
That night, Xue Wu earned two copper coins.
Easier than washing dishes, but heavier than washing dishes.
But she didn't give up.
Two copper coins are also money, and can also buy a dose of medicine for my mother.
Since then, there has been a strange scenery in this tavern.
Among a group of gaudy dancers, there is a girl as cold as snow who always dances an elegant dance that is incompatible with this place.
Although most of the drinkers still didn't buy it, with his stubborn temperament, he gradually gained some regular spectators.
Although the income is still not much, it is better than at the beginning.
The days passed like this in agony.
Until one night half a month later.
Xue Wu is spinning on the stage as usual, enduring the pain in his ankle.
Just then.
The door of the tavern was violently pushed open.
"Come on, come on! Lao Xue, don't say I don't take care of you!"
A fat middle-aged man with a shiny face walked in, shouting loudly.
He also forcibly held a man with gray hair and a shabby gown in his hand.
He is the father of Xue Wu!
"Didn't you always say that your daughter is a top student at the Moonlight Pavilion and a future dancer at Soul Master?"
He had been suppressed by Father Xue in business in the past. Now he was dragging Father Xue, who was full of resistance and shame and anger, pointing at the spinning figure on the stage, and let out a burst of harsh laughter:
"Come on! Open your dog eyes and take a look!"
"This is the daughter you are proud of!"
"Now he's dancing for us grown-ups! Hahaha!"
on stage.
Xue Wu Hearing that familiar voice, his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
She stopped suddenly and turned her head stiffly.
Just in time to meet the audience, my father's eyes were shocked and instantly bloodshot and red.
"Boom!"