The Spirit World

Chapter 741: Incomplete Chapter [Chang Yinglan]

[My name is Chang Yinglan... I'm sorry to meet you in this way. Before I tell you the next story, please allow me to make an opening statement, because I really don't want to write about any character being hurt.

It’s not that I can’t write this hurtful text, but when I write this text, perhaps in the past, perhaps in the present, or perhaps in the future, there will be a child who is truly hurt, and no one can provide help, so that this child will live in the shadow of misery forever...】

How easy is it for an adult to restrain the hands and feet of a child?

It was as easy as catching a poor kitten.

How easy is it for a grown man to hurt a weak little girl?

It's as easy as picking up a small stone from the ground.

How easy would it be for a grown man with a blunt weapon to harm a defenseless little girl?

It's as simple as raising your hands above your head.

Would a grown man want to hurt a girl he had never met?

Yes, just like you can never imagine why a healthy person would die in just a few seconds, it is too easy to want someone to die.

So, will this scary adult man appear in front of the girl you want to protect or the girl you love?

I think everyone thinks it is unlikely, because everyone subconsciously always hopes for luck, how could the person who died be the one I love... How could the person who died be someone as lucky as me...

I can't be so unlucky...

I can't be so sad...

My life should be pretty good... not the cheap life of an inferior person...

Or maybe... that man really appeared... appeared next to you and used everything he had to destroy your girl.

From being attracted by her beauty, to having sexual desires, or being the only money she has, you always have to give yourself a reason to feel at ease, even if that reason is totally unfounded.

It's as if I have never done anything wrong...but the criminal's reason was too cruel and caused the girl I love to be hurt.

Therefore, patients in hospitals may always die of natural causes...

No harm, no accidents, no pain, no torture, and even, no conscience...

Therefore, in this world, there is always a lack of... a kind of mutual understanding of humanity. Why do you want to hurt the girl I love...

Why do you want to hurt my beloved girl with a righteous indignation...

Why did you hurt the girl I loved and make me no longer have a normal life...

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Can a girl escape harm from an adult man?

Harder than climbing to the sky...

A girl is always brave, or has real courage to face harm. Can she avoid it? Can she be hostile? Can she counter the criminals? Can she win even once?

of course can.

In a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand fights, winning that one time...

All that is left is fear.

Countless female hero images created by male creators always destroy the girls who really need help and prevent them from getting the help they need.

Or maybe it is that in this world, women who can truly stand out and become heroes in a certain sense are rare, and they have only appeared in the last one or two hundred years...

Products that exploit women's "courage" and "independence" are emerging in an endless stream, and "special groups" that are opposed to men are also destroying girls who really need help.

And, create more potential enemies who will hurt girls...

Or... they themselves are riding on, or controlling, exploiting, and consuming what they call the "protected" just like what they criticize.

Because things like this happen all the time... That's why I'm afraid...

Because human nature has been discussed for over three thousand years by saints, ordinary people, fables, and other "ironic stories"...

So I am afraid... the past, present and future can still only change slightly...

I'm not one to hurt others... I can certainly say that because I really haven't...

In my childhood... no... until I escaped from that cage... I never really realized that my past and the hurt I had suffered... would become an indelible memory in my life.

I was born in a... not so fun family...

I'm talking about fun and worthwhile things for the audience, the kind that makes listening interesting, loving, and even... a family with a future...

My father is a city lord... Everything in the city is managed and decided by him, from a fly in the territory to a living person, all should be managed by my father.

Of course, the city lord doesn’t really care about... flies. In fact, the city lord doesn’t care about anyone... What the city lord is in charge of, mostly, is money.

There has never been any accumulation of wealth in this world... Maybe a farmer's lifetime of work could not equal my father's daily income, or in other words, for farmers, this is their fate...

My father always said that they were born like this...

I was also born by my own parents, and I think the daughter of a farmer was also born by her own parents... We should be, or almost be, the same...

But I'm sorry... I later found out... the meals I had for the day when my father locked me up in that yard... were precious delicacies that a farmer could not get even if he worked hard all year...

And I still often feel bored.

My father was a city lord, so naturally he had the fate of a city lord, not a farmer. Only the greediest presidents of the Chamber of Commerce could be my father's guest of honor. They did not curry favor with my father, because the things they gave were all the jade that my father liked. Jade was very valuable, and by reselling it, real money could be returned to my father.

This is the city lords’ innate power, or rather, innate friends… Without those chamber of commerce presidents, I wouldn’t be able to eat the same amount of a farmer’s savings for three meals a day…

The accumulation of money is always exploitative, always cruel, and always so direct, but someone embellishes it to make the farmers "willingly" hand over their money... to provide funds for my father who enjoys himself in romantic places every day.

This has not changed for thousands of years... It happened before, and people in the past chased and scolded it. It happens now, and people now chase and scold it... Maybe it will happen again in the future, and people in the future will probably chase and scold it too...

But scolding is useless... I have scolded my father before... but I can only do it in my heart... Many people don't even have the qualifications to scold my father... Many people simply don't have the energy to scold anymore...

Because although my father would not let them die violently on the streets, if a farmer cursed them, the farmer’s land might be left uncultivated for a year…

If it was the Chamber of Commerce that was scolding, then the Chamber of Commerce would most likely be disbanded or fall apart...

If it was my mother who scolded me... my mother would definitely have a few more scars on her body that would last forever... it hurts me to see it... but my mother has gotten used to it...

Even my mother was unable to resist... Everyone encouraged me to resist...

I am weaker than my mother, I have less say than my mother, and I am less powerful than my mother...

I could only watch my mother shed tears of blood due to the injuries... or... watch more innocent maids die tragically under the knife...

This world has knives. Which world doesn't have knives?

The definition of a knife is always a tool for harm...

Who are you hurting... Those who are weak.

I don’t want to say anything more. I can only shed tears silently when I recall my mother... But my mother should also bear my hatred.

Because she brought me into this world, she made me have to face this terrible world... or maybe it was... I hated her true cowardice and incompetence...

Maybe I know that my mother also hates... hates her own incompetence... hates my grandmother for marrying her here... hates her daughter for not being her harbor.

Hate her daughter for not being a boy!

But I always spend more time with my mother...

I always hear her speaking for my father... She taught me that I am always my father's daughter... I still have to recognize this father...

It's like she's my dad's concubine... and my dad is her husband...

And I... am the daughter of a concubine...

Rather than the son of a concubine...

Look... one in a million, cruel, vicious, vicious, always covering up his bestiality with high-sounding excuses, my father, has multiple wives...

Look... Ergou, the farmer who is always unique, gentle, kind, always smiling, and can make people feel honest and simple - he even named himself a name that is easy to raise - never found a wife from beginning to end...

Because he is a farmer for three generations...

His grandfather was a farmer, his father was a farmer, he himself was also a farmer, and he had no sons...

I met him because of sweet potatoes... My mother and I had the opportunity to travel to the countryside... No... It wasn't a trip at all... My mother was sick and needed to go to the countryside to recuperate, so she took me along...

I met the young Ergou, and we ate food from the land that I had never eaten before but always thought was delicious. The lively Ergou pulled the sweet potatoes out of the lowlands, sprinkled some soil on the ground, and then held them up in front of me, looking at me with a smile... When I returned home, I went to see Ergou, who was getting old and lonely. He said that if he knew I was the daughter of the city lord, he might even give me the bacon that he had treasured for a long time...

Because they only eat meat once a year...

I think this is also the reason why he didn't find a wife...

Even if I marry a fisherman, I can still eat meat...

At least not once a year...

Ergou said that he could only grow rice on one square acre of land in a year, and the remaining rice was only enough for the next year. He had to be frugal and had nothing to sell to rice merchants. He could only grow some vegetables or sweet potatoes and sell them...

I won't use the money to buy meat, I'll buy a piglet to raise...

When he raises the pigs, he will have enough pork to eat for the rest of his life...

Er Gou lived to be fifty years old...

The pig did eat it...

Fortunately, my father was not the city lord, but my brother was... He distributed some food, which reduced some of the burden... and every household was able to eat some good meat...

But Ergou can no longer enjoy these...

Because Ergou's son...will still be a farmer...

My father was the city lord... My father's son... My brother became the city lord...

My brother's son... is the next city lord...

With this understanding... I finally understood why my mother hated me so much for not being a man...

I finally understood...why my father had so many wives and concubines...

Because they also hope that the city lord's son will be the next city lord...

Sudden enlightenment and irony are useless... Because things are always like this, irony is needed to comfort people...

Because it was like this before and it will be like this in the future, that’s why I feel it’s ironic…

But sarcasm is useless...

Because my brother did become the next city lord... and my brother's son did become the next city lord...

But Ergou left this world forever as a farmer's son.

Rather than someone's husband, someone's father...

My father locked me up in a small courtyard, with guards on all sides... I was like a pig kept in a pen... waiting for me to grow up and marry someone I didn't know...

I once thought that a heroine would come to save me...

I have heard of a storybook. In that storybook, there was a girl who joined the army for her father. She went to war, killed enemies heroically, and even met the emperor of the time. The emperor admired her very much and gave her many treasures, but she refused to take a penny. In the end, she retired from the army and returned home in glory. A non-commissioned officer who was traveling with her got to know her, and she married him.

I don't know why a storybook would have a heroine getting married as the ending of her story...Why couldn't she become a general like other male heroes, and end the story with her returning home in glory?

Maybe it’s because this heroine really exists…

Maybe it’s because a girl’s lifelong destiny is to get married and become a wife…

Or maybe it’s because… marrying a man allows a woman’s story to truly serve a male audience…

Because most of the people who listen to the storybooks are men...

I don’t like this storybook. I prefer stories about boys who go into battle and kill the enemy… I like men who are dignified and imposing, I like men who are refined and elegant, and I like men who love passionately…

So, I always feel that... the story of the heroine should end with her returning home in glory...

Like all other stories of men, it ends with him returning home in glory...

Then I thought of this...

That is, in the stories of male heroes, there always seems to be beautiful women accompanying them, and male heroes always love beautiful women... They have already developed feelings for their beautiful women...

It turns out that the heroine likes a man, which seems to be contrary to the heroine's personality...

If a female hero always gets involved with multiple men while marching... she will definitely be considered a slut... a whore...

There is no loyalty...

It dawned on me...

Now I understand... why the stories of heroines always have to end with them getting married...

Because this is loyalty - this is how the heroine's chastity can be revealed...

This is the only way to...bury the true heroic character in the heroine's story...

It dawned on me...

But it's no use suddenly realizing...

Because the story of the heroine is ultimately a storybook...

There are very few true heroines in this world...

Satire cannot change the world...Satire cannot change the world...

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(End of this chapter)