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My dad came back and, without saying a word, dragged me out of school. My mom chimed in, "Look, he doesn't even listen when he fights now." "It's like this now; what will happen in the future? He'll be uncontrollable," she added. "In a few years, who knows what trouble he might cause us!" My younger brother hit me with a toy car, demanding, "Change money, buy me toys."
My dad pulled me home and as soon as we entered, he stripped me of my clothes. "Hiding a knife, huh?" I stood there nearly naked, staring at their smug expressions, feeling numb and indifferent. To punish me, they locked me in a room and starved me for several days. The weight I had gained from being raised by Si Nian was gone again.
My dad sat on the sofa discussing with my mom, "The people who wanted to buy him before, call them and offer a bit more money." "Just send him over directly." To prevent me from escaping, they tied my hands and feet. I was bound except during meal times. I thought I had returned to the darkest period of my previous life. I was prepared for the worst, ready to fight them to the end. But I was wrong.
I didn't expect Si Nian to burst in with the police. Just as I was about to be taken away by the buyer, Si Nian rushed in and held me tightly. Seeing me bound, Si Nian's hands trembled with anger. He helped untie the ropes and took off his clothes to cover me. Looking at the buyer, the Old Widow, Si Nian shook with rage but only managed to squeeze out two words through clenched teeth: "Beast." The police intervened on suspicion of illegal kidnapping.
My parents explained, "This is an engagement, just an engagement."
"We're just trying to save money; we didn't hold a wedding, we went straight to get the certificate. This is a rural tradition."
"This is a family matter, Officer, you shouldn't interfere."
My mother smiled apologetically, pulling the officer out the door.
My voice was hoarse, and I could taste blood in my throat.
"Officer."
I called out in a raspy voice, "They are trafficking people."
At just those words, the officer's expression immediately turned serious.
I once had an older sister.
Later, after I was old enough to work, she disappeared.
My mother said she went to the city to find work.
But later, I overheard my parents talking:
"Sell her to that Old Widower; she can have a child and we can sell her again."
"How much can we get?"
"I don't know, but it’s definitely more than selling her outside."
My sister was taken by my father to the Old Widower's house.
Afraid that she would run away, my father brutally broke her legs.
From a young age, I knew this was my fate.
But I didn't expect that after I showed talent for studying, they would let me go to school.
"A boy with an education sells for a higher price."
"Anyway, we still have boys; if we sell one, so be it."
I always thought my sister was the first child to be sold.
Later I realized this wasn't the first time, and she wasn't the first one either.
In my previous life, I spent a lot of effort gathering evidence to send them away. In this new life, I brought the police to the basement of my home. Inside, there were three unconscious little boys. My mother's room also had a ledger. It clearly recorded every child she had trafficked over the years, along with the prices they were sold for. The latest entry was my name, for 3,000 yuan. My father was panting heavily, glaring at Si Nian with a fierce look, as if he wanted to skin her alive. My mother used almost every vulgar word she knew to curse Si Nian, wishing her a terrible fate.
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