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I took a deep breath, trying hard to generate feelings of hatred towards my aunt. But no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't feel any hatred. I watched as my aunt smiled brightly, like a blooming flower, and saw my mother nodding in agreement. They went back inside, and my mother called my father into the inner room, where the three of them began to discuss something.
I heard my mother say, "This can sell for three thousand dollars, just enough to cover the previous shortfall." My father asked, "When are we going?" My mother replied, "The sooner, the better."
I was very angry. I was extremely angry. Why were they trying to drive me away? They wouldn't even let me keep a small piece of land from our home. Why were they so eager to bury me in someone else's land? All I wanted was to stay at home and be with them. I didn't understand.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. My chest felt tight with rage, and I wanted to cry. That night, I went to find my father. In truth, I was still afraid of him. But with my older sister by my side, I gathered my courage and stood in front of him.
He was on the phone at that moment, holding his mobile in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He looked at me with wide eyes in disbelief. Then he hurriedly extinguished the cigarette and rushed into the house. As he ran, he shouted, "Honey, quickly grab a peach tree branch!" My mother ran out of the house holding a peach tree branch.
Two people were continuously beating at the spot where I had just stood.
While hitting, they cursed.
"You debt collector, you should have died long ago!"
"Just die already, how dare you come back to harm us!"
"You beast, you should go to hell when you die!"
"Never come through this door again, just die!"
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My sister and Sister stood at the door, watching them curse at me while quietly covering their mouths and laughing.
I had already hidden to the side, watching everything unfold, my anger burning hotter and hotter inside.
I clenched my fists, my long nails digging into my flesh.
My hair had grown long enough to drag on the ground.
Fine, since you all want me dead so badly, I'll take you with me!
That night, I was still angry.
But more than that, I felt helpless.
I couldn't think of what to do.
Suddenly, I saw my sister appear in the yard.
Sister screamed in terror and quickly hid behind my sister.
Mom's Peach Wood Stick immediately swung toward that spot.
Although it hurt when it hit me, my heart was cold.
Seeing this, my older sister quickly pulled me away from the yard.
As we ran, I could still hear Mom and Dad cursing:
"I'll beat you to death for coming to harm us!"
I squatted on the ground and started crying again.
The young lady sighed and said nothing.
The next morning, as soon as dawn broke, my mother began to take action. She first went to find my aunt, and then contacted a family from the neighboring village.
That evening, the family sent over four or five people with shovels, intending to dig me up. The young lady looked at them with eyes full of sympathy.
"Er Ya, if you leave, we won't be able to play together anymore."
"I'm not leaving!" I clenched my fists, my nails having grown a bit longer.
"I won't leave this place!"
"They can't take me away!"
The young lady looked at me and nodded.
"Right, you shouldn't leave. Even if they move the grave, your soul will remain in this village, with your family."
"This way, we can always play together."
"Mm." I nodded vigorously.
The group began to dig. I let my nails and hair grow again, preparing to take action against them. I coldly watched as they set up paper money and incense in front of the grave, observing them cut out red "happiness" characters and stick them onto the shovels.
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