Dressing Biography

Chapter 1

"Whoa whoa..."

"Really, Miss Seven doesn't cry as much as you do. You don't know how to behave." The speaker gently patted my small body, and then put me on a pile of thatch.

It was my aunt, one of the many cooks, who complained that I was crying too loudly.She kept to herself, never thought of what she shouldn't think, never wanted what she shouldn't want, and never said what she shouldn't say.Just like now, in the dark woodshed, I was wrapped in a rag to keep out the cold, and the sound of whirring wind pierced through the hole in the window paper, making me shiver with cold, and my aunt did not If you dare to shout, you will make trouble in Liangfu, and you will not be able to live in peace tonight.She just wiped the bloody scissors on her filthy clothes and returned them in the morning.You must know that Mrs. Li is not a good stubble, if you don’t return the borrowed thing the next day, you will definitely make a fuss in your ears, so that you will not be clean and have to return it; if the thing is damaged, you must pay for a new one. I have to thank you a thousand times and say all the good things, so she will stop talking after taking the things.How could my aunt not know after staying here for so many days, so she packed up the scissors first, and then packed up the sundries messed up by her, so as not to be found out by the housekeeper, who would inevitably scold her again.Finally, he picked me up, this little guy who was crying and screaming when he was born.

My aunt hugged and rocked me as I walked around this remote woodshed, so that I would stop crying and make a joke, but I didn’t realize that I was a joke when I was born.The servants seemed to be muddled and honest, but they had bright eyes, and they would cover their mouths and laugh when they looked at my aunt.It is said that there is a hidden knife in the joke, my aunt thinks that I am silent, so they don't know, but they don't know that they are waiting for me to be born, so it's a joke for my aunt's life, plus my life.Otherwise, the heavy slave life would be too boring.With such a seasoning as me, everyone is happy to the bottom of their hearts.

I have nothing but pity for this person who became an aunt at the age of cardamom.

Speaking of my aunt, I have to mention her beauty.However, in [-], Hua has already overwhelmed the crowd.The premise is that there are only green leaves in the kitchen.Ever since she was sold into the back kitchen, she caused quite a commotion, and even became a thorn in the side of every tigress. Every time we met in the kitchen, everyone wanted to scratch my aunt's beautiful face with their eyes.Therefore, my aunt has always been squeezed out and depressed in the kitchen.Leaving the harbor of home, this young heart very much hopes to find a warm arm.

One night, at an unknown moment, because of an inadvertent look back, the master drunkenly fell in love with the pretty aunt.While the master was lingering and forgetting to return, Qiao Shi, the head cook who happened to be keeping watch at night, secretly made up his own little calculations with savvy.Firstly, it made her family's lecherous ghost stop thinking about it, secondly, it made the master happy, and thirdly, it also gave the aunt a chance to make a fortune, so that Qiao Shi also had the delusion of ascension to heaven.

Quietly, Mrs. Qiao took my aunt's little hand.It was the first time my aunt made friends with Mrs. Qiao, her heart trembled, and her hands trembled accordingly.Qiao touched the back of my aunt's hand, feeling that my aunt's skin seemed to be touched by lard, it was indeed smooth, and her words became more gentle: "You, you are blessed tonight." Before my aunt could ask clearly, she was caught Mrs. Qiao led her into the small courtyard and pressed her aunt by the bed.Before leaving, Qiao glanced at her aunt a few times, covered her mouth with a dusty handkerchief, and said a few words: "When someone comes down, don't be rude." The aunt wrung her fingers and watched The sneering Qiao Shi took her oil-stained skirt and left.Auntie was even more flustered, and a trace of sadness crept up her brows.

The unaccompanied aunt did not dare to leave, her heart was pounding, she stayed there not knowing what to do, she could only hold the edge of the bed with her hands.Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from the door, my aunt's heart was filled with thunder, and she wanted to leave.As soon as she got up, she was overly frightened when she saw the person who opened the door, she quickly lowered her head, and said in a toneless voice: "Old, master." After three or five steps, my aunt frowned when she smelled the strong smell of alcohol. A pair of soap boots appeared in his eyes.

After two or three hours, the master patted his buttocks and left. The aunt wiped away her tears, twisted her injured body and went back to her own room.Qiao, who was standing on the road, approached his aunt pretending to be a kind person and whispered a few words: "Tomorrow will be the sky, but don't forget tonight." Then he left with a wicked smile.My aunt watched Qiao's swaying figure disappear into the night, and when she looked up, there was no moon tonight, the discomfort in her body and the helplessness in her heart caused tears to disappear in silence one by one.

Back in Datong's room, my aunt did not dare to wake up the others.Enduring the pain and sweating, he lay alone on the bed, opened his eyes until dawn, and didn't eat breakfast.Perhaps Mrs. Qiao had warned her, but no one came to supervise my aunt who stayed in bed this day.My aunt's mind was in a mess, it was all Qiao Shi's words, Qiao Shi smiled, and something grew in her heart, with some expectations, she tossed and turned, wringing and biting her fingers.Unfortunately, nothing was expected.In the early morning of the next day, my aunt started her life of washing and washing and being drunk.Mrs. Qiao indulged her aunt for a day's rest, and then became strict again.My aunt knew that she should wipe off the slightest hope in her heart with a rag, and do what she should do in an orderly manner.From then on, my aunt could no longer straighten her back, and bowed her knees when she saw outsiders, so as not to cause trouble again.The people in the kitchen looked down on my aunt even more, and even disdain to communicate with her.The aunt who was originally isolated and helpless felt more and more that she was living in the contempt of others.

Nine months later, after Miss Seven's lively hundred-day banquet, I was born in a cold and damp woodshed.As for why my aunt gave birth to me, I have never heard from my aunt.Maybe it's ignorance, maybe it's my aunt who found a reason to live.

That night, I cried loudly, but did not attract the attention of others.Maybe everyone was asleep, maybe not.The thin and thin aunt, enduring the invasion of the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month and the drowsy sleepiness, just hugged me like this, and kept saying in my ear not to cry, not to cry.No one celebrated my birth, no one doubted my existence.Yes, that could only be my aunt.There was joy on her lips, and sorrow hidden in her eyes.

"Where did this wild child come from?" Qiao looked at me wrapped in my aunt's arms.

The thick dark clouds have not dissipated yet, and the rooster can't wait to announce the dawn.My aunt carried me to Qiao's house.Faced with Qiao's questioning, my aunt had the courage to lie for the first time: "Aunt Qiao," my aunt didn't have much trouble, she hugged me and shook her lightly, timidly daring not to raise her head: "I, I heard crying outside early in the morning. Sound, opened the small door, there is indeed a child, it's so pitiful, there are still snowflakes in the sky, I, I just..."

"You're a fart!" Qiao's is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Anyone who dares to look at the rice in her bowl will be scolded for three days, let alone such a clumsy lie made by my aunt, who made such a troublesome thing.As soon as his hands were crossed, Qiao opened his mouth full of blood, and said unrestrainedly: "You are a motherless, low-spirited bone sold by your father. You can't handle yourself, and you have to make me a little kid!" Where did it come from? Where did it go. Liangfu is not a kind house, so there is no spare money to support her. You have nothing to do in your spare time, so why don’t you pick up the water quickly, the firewood is chopped, the fire is lit, and the water is burned. The aunts and grandmas of the courtyards Still waiting!"

Qiao Shi generously twisted her plump buttocks and walked out of her room. At last, she only said: "Get rid of her quickly, lest someone else throw her away." Then she left without hesitation.

Auntie's teardrops began to drip down, hitting my fair skin, warm and warm, very comfortable.I stopped crying, but started to lethargy.If I could open my eyes and say something at that time, I would give back to my seemingly desolate aunt with a silly laugh.

My aunt looked down at me, who was sleeping peacefully, and smiled wryly: "I'm going to be thrown away and still sleeping. You little bastard." My aunt wiped away her tears, and walked out of Qiao's house with me in her arms. , Goose feathers and heavy snow are floating in the air.The sound of my aunt's creaking and creaking when stepping on the snow was very pleasant, and I slept more peacefully.My aunt looked sad.

"Crackling", my aunt pushed open the small door, and there was a thin layer of snow on the steps.My aunt seemed to endure great grief and stepped out of the threshold. You must know that my aunt has never come out since she entered Liangfu.

In the snow, there are shallow footprints of my aunt, in a mess.

After wandering around for a few times, my aunt carried me back to Liangfu, closed the small door, and rushed back to her room as fast as she is now.All the servants of the Datong room went to work.Put me on the bed smoothly, the accelerated shaking made me sleep a little bumpy, babbling.

"Silly boy."

Auntie tore off my single and damaged swaddle, and my body was still stained with dirty blood that hadn't been wiped clean.My aunt fetched hot water and wiped them off for me one by one. I was very comfortable and happy.

"Hey." At some point, Mrs. Qiao leaned against the door and lamented, "He is really a wild child picked up by you."

"Thank you, Aunt Qiao." Auntie's teardrops dripped onto the bed.

"Thank you for the fart, you are heartless. From now on, you can take her to suffer together. What is the name of the poor bastard?" Seeing her mother's delay in answering, Mrs. Qiao said to herself, "It's called ...anything is fine...you have to change your clothes. It looks like she is a girl, and she hasn't learned how to obey her orders early. From now on, she will have to listen to her aunts and grandmas every day."

My aunt pinched my pouty face and called: "Change, change." She was full of joy and said a very good name.

"There are a lot of people in the mansion, so let's say that your distant relatives sent them. It happens that there is a lack of people in the mansion, so you can raise them. When you grow up, you will be just like you, and you will be killed in the same way. Hmph," Qiao finally broke Sentence: "You are ignorant." After finishing speaking, Mrs. Qiao pulled away and left.

"You are ignorant" It turns out that this sentence that my aunt likes to say most comes from Qiao's.

My aunt picked me up, looked at me carefully, and was very satisfied, then put me in the big padded jacket, hid me in the quilt, and started working with peace of mind.

The author has something to say:

Little changing clothes o(*￣︶￣*)o hug