Yu Zhen was beautiful, young, and after becoming a widow, she had remained alone in her empty house. My father had given her a few hundred yuan bills, and just like that, he had won her heart.
I remember a time when I fell ill and asked my father for some money to buy medicine. Not only did he refuse to give me any money, but he also lectured me harshly.
"Don't you want to take medicine? Figure it out yourself," he said.
"What good does it do for a young girl to take so much medicine? It's a waste of money."
"Don't think I don't know what you're after. You want to use the money for school. Let me tell you, that's impossible. I can't read a single word, yet I still manage to get by. What good is education? Can it be eaten?"
"There are three unfilial acts, and having no sons is the worst. I still don't have a son."
"Besides, you're just a girl, not a boy. Sooner or later, you'll get married. Why should I spend so much money on you?"
His insistence on the importance of having sons was not without reason. In our village, there were already too few men, and failing to bear a son was considered a grave sin.
When I was born, my mother had suffered severe injuries and could no longer have children. Because of this "sin," my father felt free to pursue affairs without restraint.
My mother was heartbroken but felt powerless. She had once secretly gone up the mountain to gather some nourishing herbs to brew herself a tonic in hopes of restoring her health, but it was all in vain.
She envied Yu Zhen's youth, envied her beauty even more, and was consumed by jealousy that Yu Zhen could attract her husband. She wished for Yu Zhen's death—a death that would be as brutal as possible.
But she never expected that Yu Zhen would give birth to a monster.
As I lost myself in these thoughts, Aunt Li suddenly appeared outside my window, her eyes fixed on the house with an expression full of hatred.
Moments later, my father returned home; surely Aunt Li had informed him about Yu Zhen's situation.
That day, Mother got Father drunk, and he was unaware of it.
As soon as he walked in, he violently struck Mother. Grabbing her by the hair, he dragged her to the wall and slammed her head against it.
"You filthy woman, look what you've done!"
"Who told you to do such things?"
"You bastard! You killed Yu Zhen and her unborn child!"
Father threw her to the ground and kicked her several times. Mother lay there, crawling on the floor like a dog.
She clung to his leg, crying out, "Listen to me! It's not what you think! I didn't do it! I really didn't!"
Father ignored her, kicking her away with force before leaving the house without looking back.
Mother tried to run after him but was shoved aside. She sat helplessly at the door, weeping.
Her cries were filled with despair, yet no one offered her sympathy.
I sat inside, watching her through the window when suddenly, her sobs ceased abruptly.
She lifted her head, a glint of ferocity flashing in her eyes as she turned to me, her gaze filled with venom.
It was as if she had transformed into a different person entirely.
She said something that sent chills down my spine.
"He will die!"
I shivered.
Did she know what was going to happen? Did she already sense that Father would die?
I didn’t know; all I knew was that her words instilled an overwhelming sense of dread within me.
That sentence felt like a curse.
The news of Father's death reached our home in the evening.
Upon hearing it, Mother fainted several times, crying out to see him one last time.
But the villagers said his body was in Meilin.
Meilin is a forbidden area in the village, said to be inhabited by man-eating spirits.
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