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My mother's figure gradually became clear in my mind, like an old photograph being restored. It turned out that what she endured was not just the burdens of life, but also prenatal depression, mercilessly exacerbated by my father's verbal abuse.
Her departure was not a momentary impulse, but an explosion of long-suppressed despair.
Upon re-examining those familiar faces, I realized that in the villagers' eyes, there was not only sympathy but also contempt for my father. They sympathized with my mother and with me, who had always been kept in the dark.
I went to find my uncle, wanting to see my mother. For twenty years! I had never once paid my respects at my mother's grave.
My uncle's fist struck me; I did not dodge. This was what I deserved—a punishment for my lack of judgment and for being gullible.
At my mother's grave, I saw my elderly grandparents. Their eyes were filled with longing and sorrow for their daughter. They grasped my sleeve, crying uncontrollably, saying, "We raised our daughter with so much love!" Their voices trembled, "We never let her touch the spring water, never let her do hard work."
My mother, who was raised with such care—my mother who never touched the spring water.
Washing clothes and cooking!
Growing vegetables and feeding pigs!
Tidying up the house!
Weeding the fields!
Harvesting wheat and beans!
In my eyes, she was once an all-capable mother!
My mother chose to be with my father because of love, right? It was that blind yet profound love. My father had no money, no power, no talent, no looks. What could she possibly see in him?
Thinking about the constant insults from my father over the years—it was love! I too was born out of my mother's love and expectations.
It’s just a pity that my father did not deserve it. My mother's deep love made my heart ache painfully.
"Then why didn't she leave if it was so painful?" I couldn't understand; leaving would have been so much better. How could someone like him deserve a wife as wonderful as my mother? How could he deserve it!
"Your grandfather had three brothers, and among the grandchildren, you are the only son. There is a relative who is a director. If your mother were to divorce, she wouldn't be able to take you with her. She fears that growing up in that cold-blooded household will turn you into someone just as cold-blooded, ruining your life." My uncle's eyes were filled with tears as he spoke earnestly.
"If you're going to stay with me, why leave?" I shouted in anguish. I had guessed the reason but wanted to voice it.
As I expected, my uncle's fist landed on me once.
"She is sick, driven to illness by those people. She is in so much pain that she self-harms. She wants to hit and smash things; she fears losing control and accidentally hurting you."
"It's all for you, it's all for you," my uncle cried on the ground.
He didn't hit me hard; it didn't hurt. I am the one his sister loved dearly!
He couldn't bear to do it.
"After all, he raised me," I said.
"How you get along with him is your own business, but as long as you're here, you are not allowed to defend that bastard. You can choose not to speak or express your stance, but you cannot say anything good about him."
To my uncle and grandparents, my father is the executioner who killed my mother; every plea for leniency is like a knife to their hearts.
I bitterly replied, "I understand."
Seeing my agreement, my uncle showed a look of relief that I could be taught.
Ding.
My uncle's phone rang.
He took it out and glanced at it; his previously gentle expression turned cold. "As expected, a dog can't change its habit of eating shit."
"Uncle."
"Why do you care if I scold him?"
"I dare not," I thought nervously.
"Don't think I don't know anything. He does nothing all day, working three days and slacking off for two; it's a miracle he can support himself. Just look for yourself." My uncle tossed the phone to me.
I saw a string of messages, all reminders from loan websites demanding repayment.
"What is this?" I asked in confusion.
"These are various loans taken out by that man."
"What? Uncle!"
"How would I know? Because he’s afraid others will find out, he listed your sister's number as an emergency contact."
"All these years, your tuition fees have been paid with your grandparents' farming money. After all, they have raised you; you should honor them well." My uncle paused before continuing, "As for that man, you can handle it yourself."
When my father called, I didn't answer. I still hadn't figured out how to face him.
Not long after, my grandparents called.
Under the watchful gaze of my uncle, who seemed eager to eat someone, I answered the phone.
"Beloved Grandson, did you and your grandfather have a fight? Family members should understand each other; come home early."
"I understand, Grandpa."
I hung up the phone, and my uncle suddenly said, "Did your grandparents tell you that your maternal grandparents sent you money?"
"Maternal grandparents sent me money?" Looking at the two elderly people with their white hair, I...
"Indeed! Hmph! You can see for yourself."
I took the phone; it was a bill showing the transaction records sent to Grandpa—3000, 5000, 8000.
All the way until I turned eighteen.
I really had no idea!
"Hmph!" My uncle took back the phone and leaned on my maternal grandfather. "Dad, Mom, let's go; it's a den of bad bamboo shoots."
I chased after them, shouting, "Uncle, Grandpa, Grandma, wait for me!"
"I'm a good bamboo shoot, really."
"Just like black sesame dumplings—heartless," my uncle scoffed.
"Uncle, black sesame dumplings are great! I like them." If bamboo shoots turn bad, they really spoil.
"Hey, you do have thick skin," my uncle said as my grandparents laughed heartily.
"Thank you for the compliment. Hehe!"
Final Chapter
A mass of black mist gradually dissipated.
Revealing a woman with a pleasant appearance.
She was surrounded by golden light.
With a smile in her eyes, she bowed and said, "Thank you, everyone!"
Beside her were Black and White Impermanence, who stepped aside: "You were originally a kind person in your past ten lives; however, while waiting for reincarnation in the underworld, you were influenced by descendants from the human world and transformed into a vengeful spirit. Even though your resentment has deepened, you have never harmed others. Therefore, it would be too unfortunate not to be reincarnated; King Yan has taken pity on you and allowed us to accompany you on this journey."
Thus ends the connection of fate.
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