After I went to teach as a volunteer, I would sponsor a poor girl in the mountains every year.
She was the fifth girl in her family of six children.
I feel sorry for her experience and will subsidize her tuition and living expenses every year.
It wasn't until she went to college that she asked me to give her three thousand yuan a month for living expenses.
I suggested that I want to visit her university, but she was stunned and took me back to the mountains, broke my legs and sold them to a crippled widower.
But she was living a prosperous life with this money.
I was locked up in a pig pen and tortured, life was worse than death.
She cursed viciously: "How come you can live such a prosperous life? You live in a big city, you have money, a face, and a husband who loves you."
"You are so happy, but you are not willing to give me some money. I hope you will be born in the mountains in your next life."
"Don't blame me. If you want to blame me, just blame you for not taking me away in the first place."
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the days when I was teaching in Dashan.
