It never rains but it pours, and the child just born by the heartbroken mother also died. There seems to be nothing to miss. After handling everything, I followed my grandmother and mother to Jenny's grandfather's house by boat.
Grandma is a kind and kind person. She speaks kindly, happily and fluently. I have been friends with her since the first day I met her. On the boat, she told me stories. Her voice is low and mysterious. She leaned close to my face and stared at my eyes with wide eyes, as if to instill an inspiring force in my heart. Every time I listen to her, I always ask, "Tell me another one!" " "Well, Alesha. She always readily agrees.
Grandpa's house has arrived. I don't like adults or children in this family. I feel like a stranger among them. What I don't particularly like is my grandfather, and "I" immediately smelled hostility in him.
Grandfather's home is filled with the fire fog of hatred between people. Adults are poisoned by hatred, and even children are enthusiastically involved. Grandpa opened a dyehouse, and two uncles also worked in the dyehouse and hired some long-term workers. The arrival of mother made two uncles worry that she would share a fortune that belonged to them, so they clamored for separation.
I think my grandfather has a bad temper; No matter who he talks to, he always laughs at others, bullies them, puts on a challenging posture and tries his best to make them angry. A few days after I came, my grandfather forced me to learn to pray. Soon, I was whipped by my grandfather.
Adults skillfully change the color of cloth, which makes me feel funny. When I just put the edge of a tablecloth into the dye vat, the long-term worker at home ran over and stopped me. Even my grandmother exclaimed and even began to cry. I knew I was in trouble.
That night, my grandfather pushed my grandmother's block and carried me to Changdeng. I struggled in his hand, pulling his beard and biting his fingers. This time he was even more furious, only to hear him rudely call out, "Tie it up! Shoot him! ……"
I lost consciousness, and then I got sick and stayed in bed for a few days. The day when I was ill was an important day in my life. These days, I have probably grown up very fast, and I have a very different feeling. From then on, I looked at people anxiously, as if the skin on my heart had been torn off, so my heart became unbearable sensitive to all humiliation and pain, whether it was my own or others'.