The Mutual Salvation Between My Mother and Me

She burst into laughter.

She brought a broom and drove the cock away.

She took the feed from my hand and scattered them.

Under the sunlight, my mother, against the light, looked as beautiful as a fairy in a rural oil painting.

But soon, the wonderful scene was interrupted by a man.

My father was holding a bunch of wildflowers just picked from the field.

"Lisa, this is for you."

He stuffed the flowers into my mother's arms and then started sweeping the yard with a big broom.

Then he carried the bucket to the well and filled two large water jars.

What he did made my grandmother extremely happy.

She nodded repeatedly.

Looking at this, I couldn't help but panic.

I whispered to my mother, "He wants something from you. These are all tricks to deceive young girls like you. If you believe him…"

My mother tapped my head and said, "You can't remember your family, but remember these quite clearly."

I was so anxious that I broke out in a sweat and said, "Remember what I told you. Don't…"

My words haven't finished yet. My father walked over to her and said, "Lisa, let's go out for a walk."

"No!"

"Okay!"

Both my mother and I spoke at the same time.

She patted my head like comforting a child and said, "Good girl, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, she followed my father and left.

I was so angry that tears were swirling in my eyes.

I caught sight of a sickle placed in the corner of the wall.

I grabbed it and followed them.

They were walking in front.

I followed not too far behind.

If it didn't work, I would kill him with a sickle.

Then I sighed.

My new body was only thirteen or fourteen years old. It was difficult for me to kill him.

After walking for a while, my mother and my father stopped by the river to chat.

I squatted angrily on the grass not far from them, pretending to cut grass.

Watching my mother being amused by him, I squatted on the grass, feeling extremely frustrated.

Well, I couldn't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs.

I took the sickle and fiercely cut my arm.

In an instant, blood gushed from the wound.

I screamed.

My heartbreaking cries startled the cicadas on the trees into silence.

My mother hurriedly ran over to me and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

I whispered in her ear, "The God is punishing me. I didn't complete the task he gave me."

She knew what I was talking about.

She chuckled and said, "Silly girl, you're just talking nonsense. Come, I'll take you to see a doctor and get your wounds bandaged."

My father, wanting to impress her, said, "Come on, girl, let me carry you."

I rolled my eyes and said, "If you disappear from my sight, my injury might heal."

His face flushed with anger, but he didn't dare to lose his temper in front of my mother.

My mother awkwardly pointed at my head and said to him, "She's not right in her head. Don't provoke her. You go first, I'll take her to see a doctor."

3

After my father left, I said to my mother, "What's wrong with you? I told you not to get involved with him. You will die."

I thought it wasn't scary enough, so I continued, "So will I."

She unconsciously tightened her hand that grabbed my wound, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Lisa, I'm not lying to you. It's all true. You can't be with him."

She held my hand in silence all the way.

I knew she was blaming me for interrupting her date with my father.

At night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

Since she wanted to see it with her own eyes, I tried my best to make her give up.

So, I stole the eggs from my grandma's chicken coop and exchanged them for money.

In order not to let them find out and kick me out, I had to steal a few every day.

It was just that those chickens were being wronged. My grandma said these chickens were becoming less useful.