His eyes were filled with tears, and his voice trembled in a restrained manner: "That year we became husband and wife for the first time, and we were extremely happy. This was the first time we became mothers and fathers, and we were really happy and felt it was magical.

We didn't know anything, but we knew we had to take good care of the little one who hadn't yet taken shape. My wife even picked up the food that she used to dislike and ate it all despite feeling uncomfortable.

Because she knew that she was picky about food and the baby in her belly would lack nutrition. Later, when she was a little older, Yuxia couldn't sleep well all night because of her big belly. Because I was worried about them, I also stayed with her all day and all night, worrying about her.

Time flies! Soon, the baby was more than six months old. The village doctor, who was a relative of ours, saw us and said, probably out of kindness, "You are about to give birth. It would be best to go to a large hospital for a checkup. In case there are any major problems, they can be resolved as soon as possible."

In our mountainous area, no one would go to a big hospital for a checkup just to have a baby. People would only go to the hospital when it was time to give birth. Some people even had their babies delivered at home by their own family.

But my husband and I loved this child so much that after listening to the village doctor, we realized that pregnancy requires regular visits to the hospital for check-ups.

The next day, we took our meager earnings, rode a tractor to the market, and then took a bus before finally reaching the county hospital.

We firmly believe that our children are the healthiest because we do such a great job.

When the doctor asked us questions, we said we had never been to the hospital before. We were scolded at the time. We didn't say anything, but just responded with a smile on our faces.

I still remember that when we walked out of the office, we were still laughing at the director, saying that he was a doctor who liked to worry about everything.

After the joke, we took the receipt to pay the fee, and then followed the instructions to do the examinations one by one, until we came to the last screening.

My wife was lying on the bed waiting. The doctor was talking and laughing at first, but in less than half a minute, the whole office became quiet and the atmosphere was very depressing.

Soon we got the answer, our child had an underdeveloped brain.

How ridiculous! Just a few minutes ago we were laughing at the chief doctor for being too pessimistic, but in the next few minutes reality grabbed us by the throat.

I took the list and saw the conclusion on it. My heart was beating wildly and I felt like it would jump out of my throat in the next second.

Her hands and feet were weak and she could hardly stand. My wife almost fainted at one point, but fortunately she was supported by the nurse behind her.

Later I walked towards the director's office. It was a very short distance, but it took us a century to walk.

If I was like this, you can imagine how helpless and scared my wife was. However, she walked to the office steadily without my support, and sat calmly on the stool, ready to listen to the director's words.

Looking at her calm expression at that moment, I felt ashamed.

The director was indeed a man who had seen a lot of ups and downs. He seemed to know the result just by glancing at our faces.

She looked at us with pity, sighed and said, "Give me the list."

I gave her the list and hurriedly asked, "Director, is there any hope for this child?"

I really don't want to lose this child. Not only is this our first child, but he also carries so much joy and expectations for us.

But the director looked at the list and shook his head expressionlessly: "There's nothing I can do, but don't worry, come back for a recheck later. It's possible that it might not be accurate this time."

We made an appointment with the doctor for the next visit. We came with joy in our hearts and left with sadness in our hearts.

Time flies, and it is time for us to go for a follow-up check. This time we stepped into the hospital again with that little bit of hope.

Sadly the result this time was the same as last time.

It was at this moment that I truly felt that the sky had fallen. There was originally a trembling pillar trying to support it, but suddenly there was nothing left. It fell directly on us, making it airtight and impossible to breathe in or out.

My wife's cheeks turned pale, and we both knew that it was time to make a decision.

But we don’t recognize it.

We bought tickets that day and went to the city, to a larger and more authoritative hospital, where we had another examination.

While waiting for the test report, we were worried and didn't say a word.

As I left the hospital, the doctor's words were still ringing in my ears: "Keeping this child would be irresponsible to him. You'd better make a decision."

I was really shocked at that time. I didn't dare to think about anything. I just wanted to go home. Lying in bed, I began to regret going for the check-up over and over again. We should have stayed in this rural mountain village until the birth, so that we would not have discovered the child's deficiencies.

I was trapped in this self-condemnation and fantasy for a long time. I thought that nothing would happen if I didn't go to the hospital, but I completely ignored my wife, who was the one carrying that little life and was the most painful.

By the time I realized what was happening, she was already standing in front of me. She wasn't crying hysterically, but was very calm and said to me, "Hubby, since we can't have this child, let's just have the abortion."

Perhaps fearing that I wouldn't agree, she tried to reason with him again, "If we give birth to him, wouldn't that be too cruel to him? A person without intelligence will only be bullied. The second child at the village head is the best example of this.

I know you will say: "No big deal, we can support him for the rest of his life!"

But have you ever thought about this: maybe we can raise him from childhood to adulthood, but one day we will grow old, and then who will take care of him?

Let's take a step back and say we can have another child to take care of him, but can we really make this decision for the child? Wouldn't that be unfair to him as well?"

At that moment, I realized that my wife is truly a great woman. For the first time, I felt that I was marrying above my station. It was surprising that such a feudal woman could say such a philosophical statement. It completely refreshed my understanding of her.

Her earnest advice woke me up, and her strength made me realize that I can't be cowardly. As a man, I have to make a decision. I can't harm the children just because of my reluctance. Maybe there will be better choices if I leave this child with us, and the next reincarnation will definitely be better. After all, no one will suffer for several lifetimes.

If this child has a bitter life in this life, then he will definitely have a sweet life in the next life.