When Xiang Wan was five years old, she broke a bowl and her father slapped her against the threshold.
The mother knelt down to beg for mercy, banging her forehead. But he turned around and grabbed her ears and cursed: "You have to hit the muzzle of the gun?"
That was the first time she understood that no one in this family would protect her.
She was ranked among the top ten in the county in the high school entrance examination, but her father tore up her admission letter and forced her to drop out of school. At the age of eighteen, she was asked to marry someone with a clearly stated price, and her mother forced her to jump into a well. She married a man who lied that her parents were dead. On the day of the wedding, her "dead" parents-in-law came back to life to cause trouble, and the two families joined forces to squeeze her marriage into an IOU.
Before marriage, her husband peeled shrimps and fed them into soup, which was a big show. After marriage, she hid her salary, drank too much, threw bowls, and called her a "loser."
Her son was instigated to think she was shabby and pushed her in public: "Don't come to school to embarrass yourself."
The day she was diagnosed with cancer, the man snatched the medical certificate and burned it: "It will make room for her when she dies."
In that ball of fire, she saw her thirty-eight years of life - never a human being, just a piece of wood that burned again and again.
At three o'clock in the morning, wrapped in an old scarf and carrying 3,827 yuan that she had saved for ten years in her pocket, she got on the last train.
Behind him are the burned-to-ash childhood, the torn admission notice, and the empty chairs outside the delivery room.
She didn't know where to go.
But there was a car parked under the bridge. The car door opened and a man named Chen Yu stepped out.
"Xiaowan," he wrapped his coat around her trembling body, "come home with me."
The person who really helped her tear open her bloody mouth was Chen Yu's son Chen Lang, a young and mature lawyer. He publicly took out the paternity test and used the DNA report to tell everyone: You are talking about the wrong person with your blood-sucking mouth.
From a handful of ashes, a thorny flower blooms.
This is the story of a woman who used her last strength to escape after being devoured by her native family. It took two men thirty years to grow a burnt thorn into a wall of roses.
Purpose: I hope more people will pay attention to the growth of women