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Sister?

As soon as the word came out of her mouth, my heart went cold for her.

"Your sister?" I asked, trying to keep my mood the same as before, but apparently failing.

This woman had probably been hanging around in the dark, and her ability to read words and observe expressions was very strong. She put down her chopsticks and lowered her head, saying, "It's my sister."

"Tell me the details."

"My family lives in the mountains. Even the electricity is used the year before last. My family is extremely poor, and the annual income from farming is only a little more than one thousand yuan." "My parents had three daughters and finally a son. My brother was fifteen years old."

I listened quietly. This kind of thing was actually very common here, but it was because it was too common that I felt heartache.

"I'm the second oldest, my eldest sister is already married. She's married to someone from the neighboring village, twenty years older than her. But if you can get her gift money, you can send your younger brother to school in the city." The woman spoke calmly, and I wondered how much pain and struggle she would have to endure to speak to me in such a tone.

"My sister is seventeen this year." The woman said, "At the age of twelve, she went to the factory with the people from the village to work. When the factory was reported, she was sent back to the mountains. She sneaked out to find me, and I wanted her to be a waitress, but she didn't want to, she felt too tired, she made too little money, she had to work here. "

I listened quietly and didn't want to interrupt her. At this moment, there were quite a few people in the restaurant who had come for their morning tea. The crowd seemed to have quietened down.

"She's been working as a waitress here all this time. Just pour us some wine." The woman spoke in a sad tone, "I'm not good enough as a sister, so I can't send my sister to school. It's such a dirty place, I can't let my sister get involved too."

She stopped here and took a sip of water, as if it would take courage to say what she was going to say next.

She closed her eyes and opened them quickly. She said, "At the beginning of the month, when my sister came in to pour wine, a man took a fancy to her, and he asked my sister to sleep with him, and when my sister didn't want to, he kidnapped her and not only beat her up, he raped her. He was a gangster, and it was easier to kill us than to strangle an ant." She said this with a sudden clench of her hand, and I saw her eyes fill with tears for an instant. "I've seen people like that, and they don't see us as people at all."

I handed her a tissue, hoping she'd calm down.

"My sister always wanted to die after she came back." "She said she still wanted to die with that man."

After I heard what the woman said, I couldn't help but ask, "Your sister suffered so much damage, why did you push her out this time?"

"She wants someone with authority." "She's going to look for the man who raped her and pretend to like him. Isn't that jumping into a fire pit?"

Too childish. I said to myself.

"I thought it might be better if she had access to someone else, someone more powerful." "I dare not let my sister go back."

I always felt that this person's words were a bit strange. Logically speaking, if my little sister was in such a predicament, wouldn't she immediately protect her little sister? Who would push their sister outwards? I think I should find someone else.

I temporarily suppressed the question in my mind. "Who was the one that harmed your sister?"

"Yan Zhan." "No," she said.

This world is such a coincidence. Who said that Yan Zhan would normally be too arrogant, this time he made quite a lot of money through Zhou Si, and his entire body even swelled up.

When I heard the name Yan Zhan from this woman's mouth, I immediately dispelled all my previous thoughts and said, "I want to meet your sister."

The woman looked up at me, her face full of shock. She obviously didn't think she would be able to move me.

"We'll go when you're done eating." I smiled, trying not to let her see.

The woman was watching me as she ate, but her manner made me feel a little uncomfortable. I ate a little and put down my chopsticks, and so did she.

"Have you finished eating?" I asked, and I saw her look at the unmoved talons.

The woman nodded.

"Are you sure?" I asked again.

The woman looked at me and nodded slowly.

I didn't ask her any more. If I asked any more questions, it would seem to me that I was being a nuisance, or that I was looking down on her.

I packed some breakfast for the woman's sister.

I didn't really have much hope for her sister, but it was better than nothing.

She and I drove to a run-down neighborhood, also in the center of town, probably facing demolition. There weren't many residents there, most of them men with bare arms squatting by the side of the road, and I felt uncomfortable looking at passers-by with eyes and chicken-like bodies.

I prefer men with muscles.

I ignored the men and followed the woman, the smell of the ditch on the side of the road unbearable.

"Sorry, it's close to where I work." "I only have enough money to rent a house here. The houses in the city are too expensive." Her voice was filled with apology.

I waved my hand to indicate that I didn't mind.

The gap between the rich and the poor was beyond my imagination, but there were still people who were trying to make up for it.

She led me into an old building, and as soon as I stepped inside, I smelled a mixture of smells, like old, hairy pickles, dog-dog droppings in the corners, human droppings, and dust.

When the woman opened the door, it was a good thing that the smell was not disgusting, but rather the smell of perfume. Although the price of the perfume was probably not more than ten dollars, but to be able to appreciate the quality of life in this kind of place, I still felt that I liked it a lot.

"Come in." "It's not good here."

I shook my head and said nothing.

This house isn't big, it's two rooms and a living room. The living room is very clean, although there isn't anything expensive, but it's good to have this kind of heart. At the same time, I noticed that there are traces of men living in this house.

The doors to both bedrooms were closed, and I guessed there was a man lying in one of them.

The woman looked at the furnishings in the room and said with a smile, "These were all packed up by my sister.

She brought me a glass of water with tea in it, and I thanked her.

"I'll go call my sister. Wait a moment." As she spoke, she walked towards the bedroom.

The bedroom door was now firmly closed. She went in and quickly closed the door, but before long there was a loud bang from inside.

I immediately put down my cup and hurried to the bedroom where the woman had entered, but then the other bedroom door opened and I saw a man in shorts striding out of the room.