The trial has officially begun.

The big screen behind me displays my first charge.

My parents sell blood to support my education, but I am not filial or caring for them.

Subsequently, the large screen began playing the video.

In the video, the biological father and mother are wearing washed sweatshirts and worn-out release shoes, eating pickled vegetables with porridge on the construction site.

A phone call rang and my biological father happily answered it.

"Buy the latest mobile phone? How much does it cost? It's okay, it's okay. If someone else has it, my baby must also have it. Wait a minute, I'll give you the money no later than tomorrow..."

He hung up the phone and said to his birth mother, "If the child wants to buy a new phone, other classmates have it. If he doesn't buy it, he will be ridiculed and excluded."

My birth mother gritted her teeth and said, "Buy it, definitely buy it, but our wages won't be received until next month, and the foreman won't provide any advance payment..."

My biological father was smoking a dry cigarette and said, "If it doesn't work, let's go to two more hospitals and a mobile blood donation vehicle..."

Screen conversion.

My birth mother was wearing tattered clothes, her hair was pale, her body was hunched, and her liberation shoes on her feet were all torn.

She carried a tattered woven bag on her back, looking left and right, appearing out of place in front of tall buildings.

She pinched her clothes by the corner, facing the bright sun, and carefully looked at the entrance of a magnificent office building for a long time, only to be chased by the security guard at the entrance time and time again.

Finally, I was dressed in an expensive high-end suit, carrying a luxury brand bag, and walking out in high heels.

She saw me and immediately broke through the obstruction of the security guard, rushing in front of me. Her hand, covered in thick calluses, grabbed my well maintained white and tender hand.

"Fang'er! I am Mom! Mom's precious daughter... Mom has finally found you..."

On the screen, I furrowed my brows and mercilessly shook her away. I took out a tissue from my bag and wiped my dirty fingers.

She got up from the ground, her rough hands desperately rubbing against herself, careful and submissive, afraid of making me unhappy.

"I'm sorry... it's my mother who's not good. She got you dirty and blamed me for it..."

She took out a bag of eggs from her woven pocket that were still stained with feces, but because she had just fallen, half of them had already shattered.

"This is an egg that my mother has been saving for several months, and I couldn't bear to sell it for money. I have carried it for over a thousand kilometers, specifically for you. Don't underestimate it..."

"It's all my fault for accidentally breaking it..."

She took out some dirty and hard Mantou and rubbed them on her body with great treasure.

"It's OK. My Mantou hasn't been damaged, or I would have starved to death..."

And I was just condescending, coldly pushing her away.

"Get out of my way, don't get in my way."

The scene turned and it rained heavily.

My birth mother held up a sign and knelt in the heavy rain, crying and complaining that she had worked tirelessly to raise me and provide me with education. However, I had been away from home for more than a decade and ignored my parents.

They are old and longing for their daughter, hoping that I can recognize her, go home with her, and reunite with the family.

The luxury car I was in drove past her, causing a large splash of water that covered her face with dirty water.

She chased after my car and cried heartily while running.

"Fang'er... my daughter..."

The car slowly came to a stop.

She immediately came over and wanted to kneel down at me in the car.

In the luxury car, I impatiently extended a foot wearing expensive high heels and kicked her away.

"Get lost! If you appear in my sight again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The scene froze as I stood in a luxury car with a cold expression on my face, falling in the rain with my birth mother and crying at me in embarrassment.

The strong contrast crazily impacts the visual perception of netizens.

"Grass! I can't bear it! This vicious woman should die!"

"How pitiful! The college students who sell blood to donate are simply not human! Don't tarnish our reputation as college students..."

"Defensive... This mother reminds me of my grandmother, tears burst in my eyes..."

"No matter what the reason is, just kick her and she'll die!"

"There's no need for a trial, just sentence her to death!"

“……”

The audience watching on site were in a heated mood, shouting loudly to make my scumbag company go bankrupt and ask the judge to quickly sentence me to death.

Some radical even took off their shoes and threw them at me.

The three people on the plaintiff's bench watched the scene, their lips quietly curling up with a secret sense of pride.

After the law enforcement officers maintained order, I was fitted with a memory extractor.

This is the most advanced instrument in the world, and the extracted memory is absolutely real and cannot be tampered with.

The 100 jurors who had hoped to sentence me to death immediately frowned as my memories were extracted from their computers.

For a long time, everyone looked at each other.

The judge received the final result and dropped the hammer.

"The first charge is not established!"

The barrage exploded instantly.

"How could it be!"

Next, my memory will be made public through the big screen.

That was the summer when I was 19 years old. I knelt on the ground and begged my biological mother to return the admission letter to me.

My birth mother stood tall and tore the notice in her hand to pieces.

She tore at me while cursing maliciously, her face twisted and terrifying.

"What do you read? You're just a slut, a loser! Getting you into high school is already a great gift to you!"

"If it weren't for the girls who have read books and can exchange more dowries, do you think you can read with such a loser like you? Damn it!"

"You eat and drink from me, and now that your wings are hard, you actually want to run so far to go to college. If you want to run so far, don't even think about it!"

I cried and kowtowed to her.

"Mom, I beg you, let me read. I won't spend your money. I'll work my own way to earn tuition fees. If I make any money in the future, I'll spend it all on you to repay your great kindness!"

"I will definitely not run away. Believe me, I will definitely make a lot of money in the future and let you live a good life..."

"Please... return the notice to me, please..."

My biological mother gave me a scolding and said, "What kind of money can you make from a girl's movie? A lowly daughter can't be trusted, but luckily she has a descendant..."

"Besides, Chengzu is going to college, and you also want to go and learn how to become a human spirit. So cheap? Do you think you are something that can compare to my Chengzu?"

"If you continue to make trouble, be careful that I'll lock you up too... Hmph! Don't be ignorant!"

At this moment, my biological father came back from outside and slapped me to the ground, pointing at me and cursing, "Cry and cry! You're a broom, you know how to cry! You're the one who ruined my luck!"

"I can't even compare half of Chengzu's toes!"

"You're just like that bereaved star! If I had known you were born, I would have thrown you into the toilet and drowned you!"

Upon hearing this, the birth mother nudged him with her elbow, signaling that he should stop speaking.

My biological father looked out, fortunately no one was around. He muttered and cursed at me a few more times, kicked me away, and cursed as he entered the room.

My birth mother slapped me again.

"What are you staring at? Go cook! Your brother is coming back soon, are you trying to starve us to death?"

"Why are you so vicious!"

“……”

At the age of 19, I was wearing a tattered men's t-shirt that was noticeably a few sizes larger. I was short, bony, and had a waxen complexion. Looking only fourteen or fifteen years old, it was obvious that I was severely malnourished.

My cousin Lin Chengzu is the posthumous son of my biological father, who is one and a half years older than me.

Lin Chengzu is the only male member of their Lin family, and he has a precious treasure.

My uncle had already passed away before my biological mother married my biological father.

At that time, my aunt had just given birth to Lin Chengzu. Not long after, no woman could raise a child, and everything was supported by my biological father.

After our biological mother gave birth to us, Lin Chengzu was injured and taken back by his biological father to be raised as a son.

This is the only root of the Lin family, and it is his reliance when he grows old. It should not be supported like an ancestor.

His grades are average and he is already in college.

And this admission letter in my hand is from a 211 key university.

But they firmly believe that Lin Chengzu is a male child, and even if he goes to a vocational school, it is still very impressive. In the future, he will still earn a lot of money and let them enjoy themselves.

I am working hard at a small restaurant to earn tuition fees, while also trying to find ways to go online and make phone inquiries everywhere. What should I do if I lose my admission letter.

At that time, I didn't have a phone.

I don't deserve it.

I finally managed to contact the admissions office and processed the relevant documents, even being able to apply for a student loan. I was overjoyed.

I work overtime even harder, working at least ten hours a day, hoping to earn some extra working hours.

In the future, if you save a bit and go to work and study every weekend when entering university, you will definitely be able to complete your studies.

You can definitely escape from here.

But... biological parents will not spare us.

I don't have a bank card, the restaurant owner sent me cash.

A full 600 yuan.

For me, this 600 yuan is not only my hard-earned money, but also our common dream.

With this 600 yuan, you can survive in your first month of college.

My biological mother found out about my salary day and specifically squatted at the entrance of the small restaurant,

I secretly hid the money in my underwear, afraid of being discovered by them.

But as I left the restaurant's line of sight, my birth mother rushed out with one swift step and slapped me in the face without saying a word.

After knocking me unconscious, she took off my clothes three times and put her hand into my underwear.

I desperately covered my chest to prevent my birth mother from tearing off my underwear as well.

Seeing that she couldn't grab the money, she mercilessly punched and kicked me.

The onlookers advised her not to hit the child. She cursed me profusely and called me a slut. If I dared to steal money from my family, I would definitely use it for a slut.

I knew I wanted a man since I was so young, why is it so cheap

I begged her hard not to pull on my underwear anymore.

Not only are there dreams here, but also my dignity

At the end of the screen, I was alone wearing a torn shirt, covered in blood, and huddled in a corner, feeling lost and lost.

They all want to grab the hundreds of dollars I earn hard, so there can't be a situation where they sell blood for me to study or buy me the latest mobile phone.

So, this charge is not established.

After my memory finished playing, there was a momentary blank in the barrage, and then it exploded in an instant.

"My grass... it's a shocking reversal! I didn't expect this to prioritize boys over girls! It's still someone else's son who is more important!"

"It has to be said that tearing up one's biological daughter's 211 key university admission letter is something that normal people cannot do!"

"I didn't expect this poor mother to be so vicious!"

"Think carefully and be extremely scared, my family! In the video, the old couple sold blood to buy a phone for whom? They clearly stole someone else's living expenses, so why did it become them selling blood to support their daughter's education?"

"I still reserve my opinion, let alone these things. After all, her parents also provided for her to attend high school and raised her. Although she harbors hatred in her heart, the kindness of raising her is greater than heaven, and she should not kick her biological mother away like that."

"That's right. With so much money now, just a little bit of it leaking out of her hands is enough for her parents to live for a lifetime. How could she be so ruthless and not give a penny?"

"No, no one is curious if she ended up going to college?"

"There are too many reversals, I dare not express myself, keep watching."

“……”

The biological mother on the plaintiff's bench saw that the wind was not right and immediately cried loudly, "Fang'er, we had no choice but to do it back then. Your father and I couldn't make much money, and your brother also had to study. We also wanted to exercise your ability to be independent... Look at how capable you are now, it must have been through our training..."

"Your brother has lost his father since childhood. It's pitiful. He's the root of our Lin family. We have to rely on him to throw pots when we leave. Don't blame us, we..."

“……”

The mother's crying has successfully won the hearts of some netizens.

After all, in that era, in the minds of most people, they were indeed more inclined towards male children, and they were indeed poor. In the situation where they could only choose between two, choosing to provide education for male children was understandable.

I sneered.

As long as they give birth to me, I will always bow my head in front of them.

But what I owe them has already been paid off.