Late at night, please give me half a cigarette

Chapter 1 I was sold
My name is He Qiu and I am 25 years old.

I am used to sitting in a chair leaning in front of the mirror in the dead of night every day, lighting a cigarette, and puffing out the clouds with my lips painted with red lipstick.

Quiet nights always remind people of the past that was unbearable to look back on. I have asked myself countless times, what would I do if I had the chance to do it all over again.

After all, there is no answer to such a question. I stood up, extinguished the cigarette in my hand, and extinguished the pity I had for myself.

Since the current path is chosen by myself, then kneeling, I will finish it too.

Because life cannot be repeated.

My fate will not change.

When I was six years old, I was sold to human traffickers by my mother.

I remember very clearly that it was a cloudy day, with black clouds pressing on the top of my head, which was so oppressive that I couldn't breathe. I stood beside my mother, shivering in the autumn wind in thin clothes.

"Can't you give me more?" My mother repeatedly counted the money in her hand and bargained with a strange man standing opposite.

"This is too much! Do you sell it or not? If you don't sell it, I will leave!" The man said, and gave me a fierce look. I was so scared that I quickly grabbed my mother's clothes and hid behind my mother. .

"Sell! Sell!" My mother was afraid that the man would leave, so she hurriedly put the money into her pocket, turned around and pulled me out from behind her, and pushed me in front of the man without even saying a word.

Although I am young, I can feel that my mother doesn't want me anymore. I am scared and panicked. The moment I was hugged by the trafficker, I burst into tears like crazy. Kneeling at my mother's feet, hugging my mother's thigh, crying and telling her not to want me.

Because of fear, my body was trembling non-stop, clutching my mother tightly, the knuckles of my fingers turned white, I raised my head desperately, cried heartbreakingly and shouted: "I will be obedient and obedient in the future." , Give my younger brother something delicious, and give him something delicious to drink, don't want me...don't sell me...Mom, I beg you..."

I don't know if my mother was so shaken at the time, but in the end she broke my hand cruelly, pushed me to the ground, and left without looking back.

"Mom—" I hurriedly got up from the ground and chased after my mother, but the man came up and covered my mouth, imprisoned me in his arms, and stared fiercely at me with protruding eyes. Baba growled, "If you shout again, I'll kill you!"

I was terrified, but the crying continued, and the man was obviously a little irritable.

Just then, a stylishly dressed aunt passed by, and I subconsciously waved to her for help. At that time, I could clearly feel the trembling hand of the human trafficker covering my mouth, but the aunt only looked at us, as if everything was wrong. As if he didn't see it, he hurried away without looking back.

Looking back now, if that aunt had questioned the trafficker loudly at that time, maybe my fate would not be as it is now.

It was from then on that I saw the indifference of human nature for the first time.

I watched helplessly as the aunt walked away.

Suddenly, my body flew into the air, and before I could understand what was going on, I was thrown forcefully against the wall of the alley. After my body hit the wall, it fell heavily on the ground.

Then the man kicked my body desperately for a while, then stepped on my back, and cursed angrily: "Damn, you are so restless! Let me tell you, your mother sold you to me If you want to blame it, blame your bad life, with such a cruel mother!"

At this point, I was crying so hard that I felt pain all over my body as if my bones had been torn apart, and I didn't even have the strength to get up.

"Don't cry, hold it back for me!" the man said, and kicked me twice again in frustration, and finally picked me up from the ground, which had no resistance, and stuffed it into a modified tricycle beside me .

I lay powerlessly in the shed of the tricycle, thinking about the scene where my mother pushed me out, tears flowed out, but I didn’t dare to cry, I was afraid that if I made a sound, I would be beaten again pause.

(End of this chapter)