The life of a village girl with a strange nickname…she is mute,
oh no, she is do thi tam
But since yesterday morning, people who came to my house knew she couldn’t speak, they kept calling her mute, mute girl… they probably thought she couldn’t speak, so whatever they said she had to listen and endure.
Or maybe they can’t utter the words “how beautiful she is”, the flowers and willows frown…
Her beauty made the onlookers angry.
The village she lives in also has a simple name…Xao village… anyone who wants to find the past, just go to the city with 36 streets, the name Xao village refers to the profession of stabbing, saying, pounding rice… also called a rice shop… her mother used to be a singer… the sound… cắc cắc, tum tum, the sad rhythm of music that was once popular in the city… they said that was the singer of the female singer… who said the female singer was not beautiful… they were very beautiful, if not beautiful, how could she be so graceful and elegant, her mother’s melodious singing voice was also hoped to pass on to her daughter, but alas… the little girl had a congenital disability since she was little… she was 3 years old but could not say a word… she only had good hearing, just following the rhythm of her mother’s lullaby… the moon was full, her eyes were as clear as drops of water in an autumn lake… until she was 15 years old, even though she did not go to school, not a word to confess love, only a smile and willow-leaf eyebrows, long-squinting eyes, many people pretended to follow her home to ask some random questions, to be able to see her silhouette with a wasp waist, slim bottom, and thin shoulders, sifting and winnowing rice by the tray
3 years ago her parents passed away. She lived with her brother to take care of her younger brother… her sister-in-law, who doesn’t know what fate she was born into… was given a row of upper teeth like a rake, in the countryside they call it buck teeth or protruding teeth.
The flower gen, the willow drooped and frowned. The rough was compared to the jade, the sister-in-law was like a thing carrying a heart as if there was a thorn in the tip of her finger.
Always taking out his anger on his brother-in-law, the older brother sometimes also has to endure the situation of having his sister-in-law and brother-in-law side by side.
She was mute but God gave her many talents.. She brought rice to the district market or in my hometown they called it Cho Tro, many street vendors kept smiling and wanted to help sell rice for her. She didn’t go to school, didn’t know how to read or write, but she calculated faster than the butcher.. Her bicycle carrying rice always ran out first, the rice vendor in the same village always kept an eye on her, as if he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life..
I don’t know where the beauty spreads… every market day, at 3am, the son of a big rice store is absent-mindedly waiting for me… at the place where I turn into the market gate…
I…brought the rice straight to your store and you bought it all…the price was 2k more than the market. After weighing it, I just sat down and rested…when the market was over, I went home.
A fight…between a market boy and a rice seller’s son…was messy…noisy just because of a mute girl’s beauty, fighting for the right to enjoy it.
And on the night she went to the market early, because she wanted to avoid the village vendor…at the top of the pine hill, the rooster was still crowing at 3 o’clock…she leaned against the bike waiting for someone else to go to the market early…suddenly a strong arm pressed her against the tree, groping, pressing as if to massage…the pair of jade cups she carried on her chest, fragrant, white and pink…
I’m here…I’m here…heart.heart
Struggling, kicking and struggling… her strength was like a mouse caught in a pair of pliers… her pants were pulled down… oh oh… suddenly something hard like a wooden stick rushed in and clamped between her thighs… suddenly a slimy liquid was released… she fell down… struggled to run away… her panties were pulled up… running down the slope where a few figures were coming up
Her face was pale… because she was mute, no one could understand what she said… the wrongful conviction, the mute promiscuous, sleeping with men was a mystery until much later… when my mother taught her to read and write… then it quietly broke through under her pen… it turned out she was almost raped by the son of the rice shop owner… ejaculated on her pants… only because the rice cart finished the market day did she come home to take a bath
After nearly 10 days, the mute girl was completely cured. The villagers kept bringing vegetables and rice to contribute to my grandmother to feed the mute girl.
Every two days, her brother came over and sat from morning to afternoon, hoping that she would forgive him and take him home to beg for his sister-in-law. Otherwise, the prison would imprison her for beating her pregnant sister-in-law.
The injustice in her heart made her hate more and more… thinking of her sister-in-law’s loud mouth, her eyes filled with anger, criticizing that promiscuous person… she cried… my mother, my grandmother accidentally fell into a difficult situation.
The mute woman returned home… loved her nephew, saved her sister-in-law… only 5 days later… in the evening she rode her bike to my house, sat at the corner of the gate and bowed to my grandmother… as if to say “Grandma, please let me be your child, your grandchild”
My grandmother called my mother out and asked…what do you think…
never mind..can’t bear to leave someone in need..she must have many hidden feelings in her heart..well one day her brother will come over…tell him to make the paper for her
The sun slant on the potatoes on August afternoons, the sun tans the grapefruit, and the night is chilly… this year the early rice harvest is good, she keeps going to the field as if she wants to work extra to contribute…
Her car carries nearly 50 kilos of rice every day… now she adds her legs to take my grandmother to obstetrics, deliver babies around the village… wherever she goes, my grandmother says… that’s the gold nugget I picked up.
Her mute story gradually calmed down, like a past life, a past life… my grandmother always said that my family lacked people, but not laughter… I don’t know how God gave it… God took this away and gave her muteness in that… she was very agile, helping with the examination, picking up and dropping off, helping my grandmother take care of the pregnant woman…
That afternoon, she was mute, carrying maternity clothes to the river to wash. Looking at her shadow, it seemed like her legs were walking in two rows.
Grandma said this ring…
What did my mother say?
This girl is so strange..for the past two weeks I’ve been listening to her pregnancy, the fetus is healthy, the fetal heart is beating strongly..there are no unusual signs..she doesn’t vomit or anything..she eats everything..I hate the smell of fish.
Yes, God must have given it to you, God loves the poor.
so strange
what
The other day, I examined her…her vagina was very clean…the strange thing is she’s still a virgin ///…..
oh god knows //
When I was in school…medical literature taught…there were many cases where the hymen was thick…having sex many times without breaking it…still got pregnant…but this girl’s vagina hasn’t had sex yet, baby.
I don’t know, it can’t speak, so why ask?
Oh, you should teach him to read and write. He is mute, but not deaf. With literacy, he will be able to communicate with us.
yeah right… let me prepare the lesson plan… in two weeks I will go to the district for training to find more materials on teaching people like this, I heard the district has a textbook from India sent to teach people with disabilities
and the mute girl’s life changed…it started from the love between people…the mute girl was very gentle…it seemed like she had a premonition that the window opened to the deep blue sky
The days when she was mute, I felt very strange… that pristine face with a few strands of hair, a smile as bright as a butterfly perched in the garden… she learned very quickly… my mother kept saying, why did she spell as fast as someone doing mental math…
In just over a week, the mute girl had memorized the letters…combined sounds…combined letters very quickly. Every night when my mother prepared lessons, the mute girl sat with me to study…like two school friends…sometimes she glanced sideways and felt a hollow sound in her chest…strange, familiar…she was able to write two words…thank you…
I said thank you to someone…
The pen…she ran the two sounds T and u…to said she was missing the acute accent
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These past few afternoons, coming home from school…I remember Mr. Dam strangely…the things he said…like a wake-up call in my heart.
Evening… is that you? Come play, kid?
The golden, licorice-scented herbal medicine was poured out again…
Grandpa..where is the dove..
Oh, he’s pairing it with the female dove in the cage on the grapefruit branch.
I walked out. The crab saw the person and nodded.
Cluck…cluck…
It says hello there…
Ah, you nod like it yet?
Hehe…I’m not like him…
Oh dear…you must be like a rooster’s neck.
He smiled gently…you are a man, a man whose dick can’t nod is a waste of life…you are healthy…why don’t you take off your dick so it can grow faster
Then he gave me the book…it had both Chinese and Vietnamese with pictures…he told me to read it tonight…don’t tell anyone…when you’re done give it back to him…if you don’t understand anything he will explain it to me
The door of life opened between me and the mute girl…starting from the story, the book of Mr. Dam.
The days after August… the nights are cold… the mute girl is still in the room across the house… the lines the mute girl writes when talking, they are still rough… not beautiful on the student paper but… the mute girl’s thoughts are no longer gloomy in her throat
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