Plant a White Rose

It rains a lot in the southern town, the eaves are always dripping with water, and the stone roads are filled with moisture. Yu Jin was born in such a city. At the end of the rainy season, the air was sticky. Her mother was once a famous beauty in the town. With black hair and snow-skinned skin, there are always young men whistling when walking on the street. Their eyes follow the alley and turn around several times before they are willing to take it back. Then something happened and a stranger took possession of her body. The man ran away without a trace, leaving behind a woman with a growing belly and the sound of broken wind on the ground. Rumors are more pervasive than rainwater, getting in through the walls and seeping through the cracks in the doors. The mother did not abort her. Maybe it was because I couldn't bear it, or maybe I didn't have the energy to bother anymore at that time. That's how Yu Jin came about, a legacy of sin, a living proof of his mother's pain. She cried loudly when she fell to the ground. The midwife said she was a beautiful girl with eyebrows and eyes like her mother. My mother lay on the bed and turned her face sideways, her tears flowing down silently, into the pillow, and spreading into a dark wet stain. When a child is born, he probably doesn't understand what he is carrying. She just cries, she cries when she's hungry, she cries when she's sleepy, she cries when she wants to be held. She didn't know that her crying would remind another person of such unbearable past events. She didn't know that her face was a mirror, and what she reflected in the mirror was all pain. So Yu Jin grew up little by little. Sometimes her mother would hold her in her arms and feed her rice cereal, her fingers gently grazing the corners of her mouth, and there was an almost trance-like tenderness in her eyes. But more often than not, her mother would suddenly push her aside and say, "Go away, don't come near me. I will think of that person when I see you." Sometimes I was shaken awake at night, and my mother cried and asked her, why did you come, why did you come to this world to harm me. … Fang Shi's birth was a small funeral. My mother didn't even leave a word of explanation in the end, and she just grew colder. As a little girl, she didn't know what death was, so why did she come to this world? She just cried, letting go of her voice and crying, and the baby's cry filled the air with mourning. My father later stopped marrying. When my mother-in-law came to introduce her, he waved his hand and gently rocked the cradle. Purpose: Please direct your resentment towards the abuser correctly