It was a gloomy day and rain was dripping on the eaves of the cabin.

Inside the room, the midwife's voice was unusually sharp, "Push harder! Push harder! Why did the feet come out first? What should I do..."

Liu Chunhua, a pregnant woman, clutched a corner of her pillow tightly, using all her strength.

The spring rain and thunder rolled over the roof, and the midwife exclaimed, "It's born! It's a girl!"

But the joy did not last for a few seconds. The midwife held the gray baby girl in her hands and looked at the exhausted woman with regret, "It's a dead baby..."

Dead baby...

Liu Chunhua widened her bloodshot eyes and stared at the child. How could he be dead?

How could that be!

The cabin was deathly silent. Under the dim kerosene lamp, no one noticed that the baby girl's long eyelashes trembled twice.

Jiang Ruyi only knew that she was dead, died under the lampshade that fell from the ceiling.

At that time, she was still reading a period novel in which there was a cannon fodder with the same name as her, Jiang Ruyi.

When he was born, the midwife said he was a dead baby and took him away. As a result, he fell on the slippery road and became a lunatic. For more than ten years, he was homeless and bullied. Finally, he was raped by a homeless person. When the cold winter came, he was buried by heavy snow on the roadside.

After reading that passage, Jiang Ruyi stomped her feet in anger, thinking of this tragic life.

What the hell, she is the most miserable person in the world!

As a result, I don’t know if it was due to shoddy construction or her indignation, but a tragedy occurred.

At this time, she vaguely heard a sigh, "Chunhua, don't be too sad. You are already so old and you are still working in the textile factory. You come and go all the time. If your body is damaged and the baby dies in the womb, you should hurry up and have another one. You are still young..."

Chunhua? Textile factory? Work? Stillbirth?

This familiar recipe, this familiar taste, why does it seem like the novel she had read.

Jiang Ruyi wanted desperately to open her eyes, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't force open her heavy eyelids.

She is Jiang Ruyi, so isn’t her mother the naive Liu Chunhua?

Speaking of her mother, that was Wang Baochuan digging wild vegetables. She was obviously trafficked to Wayao Village, but she was devoted to living with her scumbag father!

Not only did she serve her scumbag father like a slave, she also worked around the clock in the factory and handed over all her salary to her family.

Liu Chunhua's tragic life led to many misfortunes.

Jiang Ruyi thought a lot, a lot...

Little did he know that all these words in his heart had fallen into Liu Chunhua's ears.

She looked at the baby in the midwife's arms and saw that it was indeed motionless, with its fists clenched to its chin and its legs curled together like two bent fire sticks.

But she really listened to the babyish complaints, and before her eyes had dried, she burst into laughter and tremblingly reached out her hand to the child, "Girl, are you talking?"

Her choked words and tearful expression frightened the midwife, "Chunhua, the baby is dead, you... don't be like this, if you really can't bear it, buy a coffin and bury it..."

"She's not dead! My daughter is not dead! She's still alive!" Liu Chunhua was furious when she heard this. She endured the pain and sat up with her numb body. "Don't try to fool me. You just knew the boss was away and bullied us, an orphan and a widow!"

She gritted her teeth and crawled to the bedside, her eyes seeming to ooze blood, "Give it back to me! Give my daughter back to me!"

The midwife was also afraid of trouble. She threw the baby girl into the bed, rubbed the blood on the corner of the quilt with disgust, and walked out cursing: "Here, here, I don't want the money for the delivery. It's really unlucky!"

Just as she slammed the door and left the ruined Jiang family's home, a baby's cry resounded over the Jiang family's home.

“Woo wow, woo wow…”

The baby girl's cry was so loud that it drowned out the dull thunder.

"Child, my child." The most excited person was Liu Chunhua. She hurriedly pulled out a square quilt full of patches and wrapped the baby girl.

Newborn babies are generally ugly, covered in vernix caseosa and wrinkled.

This child was different. She howled only twice and then stopped. There was some amniotic fluid hanging from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were bright and she had double eyelids like her!

Liu Chunhua looked at her with loving eyes, and she also looked at Liu Chunhua.

But Jiang Ruyi couldn't see Liu Chunhua's appearance clearly at all; it was blurry and hazy, as if she was severely nearsighted.

She pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, thinking that now that she wasn't carried away by the midwife, she wouldn't get cerebral palsy from the fall, right?

"No, my daughter will definitely be smart and clever in the future." Liu Chunhua stroked the child's soft hair with her rough hands. Although she didn't know how to hear the little one's words, there was nothing she could be more grateful for than having her child alive.

After hearing what she said, the little girl's already big eyes suddenly enlarged twice as much.

This Liu Chunhua could actually hear what was in her heart!

"What Liu Chunhua or not? I'm your mother!" The weathered woman's answer completely confirmed Jiang Ruyi's speculation.

Now, her mother knows exactly what she is thinking.

Did she know that what happened today was actually planned by her scumbag father and the midwife, just to sell her to make two new sets of clothes for Widow Zhang? Her mother almost died in childbirth, her scumbag father did not come home at night, and now he was having a secret meeting with Widow Zhang in the grove!

"Kid, what did you say?" Liu Chunhua's face suddenly changed. "The boss, he..."

The woman opened her mouth slightly, holding the child like a Zen monk in meditation.

Still standing there in a daze!

Hurry up, catch the thief and seize the dirty tricks, catch the adulterers in pairs!

After Jiang Ruyi's reminder, Liu Chunhua finally woke up from her dream. She put Jiang Ruyi into the bed, tucked the quilt around the baby, and then staggered out, pressing on her belly.

Umbrella, bring an umbrella with you, Liu Chunhua!

Jiang Ruyi stared blankly, Liu Chunhua had long disappeared.