Er Niu is my dad's nickname, because my grandmother's surname is Niu, she used to work as a female worker in the old machinery factory, and many acquaintances recognize her.

My dad wanted to sell me to buy cars and houses for Zhang Jiacheng.

It's really clever of him to come up with this idea.

Long ago, I even suspected whether my parents' outrageous behavior was to pave the way for my future.

But from the moment they took out the money for my college education to give to Zhang Jiacheng, I felt that my idea was a joke.

Because I am their biological daughter, so no matter how much they sacrifice, it doesn't matter, because that blood relationship forces me to always stand by their side.

Those outsiders in their eyes, can't afford to offend, can only please them, pleasing them can exchange for and preserve their good reputation.

The wives and aunts like to fabricate and exaggerate stories, but most of the stories they fabricate can be traced back.

Even if it's not one hundred percent true, it won't be one hundred percent false.

After a few days, my parents' patience was completely exhausted, and they began to launch a fierce attack on me.

The reason was that they saw the short videos I posted on my phone.

They found out that I was doing food broadcasts.

They started bombarding me with calls asking for money, threatening to come home if I didn't give them money.

My dad even said that making short videos is very profitable, you can earn hundreds of thousands in a day, he changed his mind and asked me for eighty thousand.

They dug out my old phone that I used to top up my phone bill, logged into my account on it, and as soon as they opened it, it was already logged in.

They tried to delete the videos I painstakingly filmed to threaten me to come home.

Go home?

When the phone was turned off, the continuous message alert tones disappeared without a trace.

I stood on the roadside, looking at the bustling snack street as usual, with bustling crowds, busy traffic, and lights from thousands of households.

The world is so big, there is no place for me.

I really hate crying, especially crying in front of others.

But at this moment, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore, I squatted down, hugged my knees tightly, and tears kept flowing.

I wanted to cry all the tears of my life dry on this night, until I couldn't squeeze out a single tear from my eyes anymore.

As if by some strange impulse, I walked to He Xiaoman's house, the door was tightly closed, and there was a lot of trash piled up at the door.

In this small ecosystem in the suburbs, it is particularly exclusive, a single spit could drown a person.

She is my last friend, my parents want to drive her away.

He Xiaoman didn't say anything, didn't tell me anything, the messages she sent me recently were still as cheerful as ever.

Every day she would tell me about interesting things that happened, like meeting a few ugly little dogs, or a big orange cat sunbathing.

There was an unprecedented anger surging in my chest, flowing into my heart, and then spreading through every vein to every part of my body.

I went back home.