Ten billion wealthy daughters

Chapter 608 Part 2 My name is Anon

When I was very young, I knew that I was an unlucky person; people in the village said that when I was born, many snakes suddenly appeared nearby, and they were terrified when they stayed around the village.

Fortunately, my parents are very kind to me; my father is honest but diligent, and my mother is also very gentle. Life at home is very poor, but at least I am happy because I can feel the love of my parents.

More than four years later, my younger sister was born. She was very cute and round, but the conditions at home were not very good. My mother's milk was always insufficient, and my younger sister was getting thinner and thinner, which made people feel distressed.

My mother and my father said that we might need to drink more fish soup to replenish milk, so I sneaked out to catch fish and cook fish soup for my mother.

Strange to say, when I was catching fish by the river, I just kept thinking about the fish coming, the fish coming...they would come and I could catch the fish, I was so happy.

My younger sister is growing up day by day. She is so cute, and she is very white. She is more white and tender than the little girls in the village. She is really beautiful.

It’s just that the family is really poor, and my parents always save money and give me and my sister some eggs or fish and shrimp. I am very sad, but I can’t help.

My father worked very hard, but one day he went out to cut wood and never came back.

The people in the village came back and said that my father was too greedy when logging, crossed the line, and was shot by the hostile forces on the other side.

He never came back.

Life at home became really difficult. My mother became sick from overwork and passed away without support for a year. Only my sister and I were left.

We depend on each other.

I learned to go to my father's logging workshop to find work, dragging logs there; every day my shoulders were dripping with blood, the old wounds had not yet healed, and new wounds were worn out again.

But I didn't complain, I hauled almost as much wood a day as an adult, and they said I was working my ass off.

Because, I have nothing but one life left.

No, I still have a younger sister. I want to support her. I also hope that maybe she can read some books. If she can, she will not live in such a humble way like her brother.

This is my hope, my motivation, and the source of everything I endure. My father and mother are gone. I am the only brother and my only sister in this world. I must take good care of her and let her be well. .

Until one day, when I came back from work, I found that the whole village was very noisy. I vaguely heard the crowd saying...

"Dead...really dead..."

"Poor... only six years old"

"Yeah, my parents are dead..."

"It's drowned, it's so ugly, it's all swollen..."

I'm shaking all over, I've been restless all afternoon, kind of... very restless, but I don't know why.

now I know.

I ran crazily, pushing aside the crowd who were watching the bustle without back pain, and saw my only sister lying by the river, like a swollen balloon.

She drowned.

When he died, he was ugly.

She is so beautiful, lively and lovely, and now she is lying there quietly, motionless.

My world fell apart.

I no longer remember how to arrange my sister's death, nor do I remember the faces of those villagers happily discussing the "poor family". I only know that in this world, I am alone from now on.

I'm dead.

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