Her rough and cracked hands gently slid on the newspaper, identifying it bit by bit with Sang Yu.
"Everyone is equal before the law, and everyone is the same person, not an animal that can be bought and sold."
Little Sang Yu seemed to understand, but still raised his hand carefully, as if imitating a woman, and raised his hand to the newspaper.
It's a very delicate paper, at least better than the leaves she wiped her butt with.
But this paper cannot wipe your butt.
"What is law?"
Little Sang Yu slowly took back his hand and asked the woman seriously.
The woman remained silent for a longer time, as if she was wondering whether to explain.
For other people, knowing more things is better than anything else, but for people like Sang Yu who can never escape from the mountains, the more they know, the more painful they will be.
So the woman is hesitating, she is hesitating whether to tell Sang Yu this.
But finally she spoke.
"The law is to punish all criminals and make people become a substantial and warm existence, Sang Yu, if one day..."
The woman smiled and touched her head. The child didn't have much flesh, so it was a bit tingling when touched.
With this movement, the woman's eyes suddenly turned red, and she slowly finished her next words.
"If one day you can go outside, you must live a good life."
Sang Yu sounded half-informed, and she wanted to refute the woman, saying that she was unwilling to go outside, otherwise her father would beat her to death first.
I also want to say that other adults say that it is not good outside and that women will become ambitious when they go out, so they are not willing to come back.
But when he saw the woman's red eyes, little Sang Yu nodded blankly without saying a word, as if all his previous thoughts had disappeared in a matter of years.
Later, as he grew older, little Sang Yu read more newspapers and recognized a few words because of the existence of women.
And changed his name.
Zhaodi is a bad name.
Yu, Yu is a good name, simpler and better, and it means having more than enough every year.
Sang Yu gave herself a name. Even if others called her Zhaodi, she silently changed it in her heart and called herself Sang Yu.
Days like this lasted for a long time.
Sang Yu has grown up a little, but the older she grows, the deeper her understanding of the current situation becomes. She gradually becomes silent and only smiles when facing a woman.
The woman didn't want to say her name. Every time Sang Yu came over, she would touch her head and ask Sang Yu to call her sister.
It's not as cold as Qiu Yi, but with a warm air.
Sang Yu Watched the woman's eyes gradually develop lines, very quickly.
Destroyed by work day after day, a woman's whole body gradually ages.
Then, Sang Yu has no sister anymore.
My sister was put into a car, and Sang Yu chased her crying and shouting from behind, but she couldn't catch up with the car no matter what.
The livid Sang Guo Qiang behind her grabbed Sang Yu's hair and dragged her back. While dragging her back, she nodded and bowed to the people in the van with a smile.
"This loser is ignorant, I will teach him a lesson right now."
Sang Yu was dragged by his hair and locked into the woodshed. The woodshed was pitch black, with only a narrow window left.
Then, it caught fire.
This fire burned for a long, long time.
But everything didn't go as Sang Yu expected, but she was still rescued.
While she was waiting to wake up, she was tied into the cellar again.
Sang Guo Qiang grabbed her throat ferociously and slapped her like a cattail leaf fan, and suddenly her brain started to buzz.
Accompanied by the smell of blood and severe pain.
Sang Yu twitched the corners of her mouth. She was pinned down in the corner, and only the little candlelight in the gap at the exit was left in her sight.
It was narrower and darker than the window in the woodshed, but at least there was still a little gap and a light source.
Sang Yu was injured in the leg. This time she was not locked into the woodshed, but was locked in a dark basement.
All movements were restricted, his hands and feet were tied together, and the breath in his chest was squeezed dry.
With the loud sound of the door closing.
There was only a gap left for Sang Yu, and the light from outside hit Sang Yu's face through the gap, making his face even more pale.
She couldn't move her western limbs, only her facial expressions could move and her eyes could move.
But my face hurt and my eyes were scarlet.
Not necessarily, she may not be able to move her face, only her eyes can move.
Sang Yu ruined his face with his own hands.
A long and narrow scar extends from the chin to the neck, a huge bloody Scar.
It's a pity that it could just scratch the neck and end it all.
A strange White Mist finally swept the entire world, and even the old TV next door was frantically reprinting the news.
Because the boy next door couldn't understand cartoons, he howled angrily, smashed the table, and was hugged and called his heart.