"I think they deserve it! Who told them to be capitalists? They suck the blood of the common people, they deserve to be overthrown!"
"Now Song Lingdang is the only one left in their family. If Song Lingdang hadn't married Lu Jianmin, she might have ended up like this..."
Song Lingdang couldn't bear the blow.
He fainted on the spot.
And at that time, she was already five months pregnant.
Bleeding from the lower body...
"I almost lost my child! I risked my life to keep him! He is my child... my only relative... I don't have parents anymore, if I don't even have my child... what's the point of me living..."
Song Lingdang's eyes were red, but she could no longer shed tears.
She remembered the pain at that time.
Her bulging belly twitched, almost sucking away all her strength.
But as long as the child can survive, it doesn't matter even if she dies.
Under the shock of the sudden loss of both her parents, her only obsession was the baby in her belly.
This obsession.
From then on, it entangled Song Lingdang.
When Qiao Anle heard this, she was so surprised that she gasped.
Even more cruel and cold than she had originally thought.
This thin and frail girl managed to survive it all.
Qiao Anle felt heartbroken.
She held Song Lingdang's hand tightly. Her fingers were almost cold and without any warmth.
Qiao Anle even wanted Song Lingdang to stop talking.
Digging the wound open again and again.
What a pain it is.
But Song Lingdang held back her tears and spoke in a low voice.
"I know everything... Actually, I know everything... My child... is dead... I still couldn't keep my child... I know everything..."
When she was awake, she remembered everything.
After the accident in May, the doctor told me that if I wanted to keep the baby, I had to stay in bed and not get out of bed under any circumstances.
At that time, Song Lingdang was already suffering from depression due to the shock of her parents' death.
But for the sake of her children, she had to stay sober.
From then on, she stayed in the house without taking a step forward.
She used all of a mother's strongest strength to protect the baby in her belly.
This pain is not enough.
Song Lingdang finally made it to the time to give birth, but encountered a difficult labor.
In the small mountain village, let alone a caesarean section, there wasn’t even a single person with the knowledge of delivering a baby.
The so-called midwife only knows how to use a pair of scissors.
Song Lingdang gave birth to the baby for a whole day and night.
At the last moment when she was almost fainted from the pain and exhausted, the child was finally born.
“Wow wow wow…”
The sound of a child crying.
It was the most beautiful sound Song Lingdang had ever heard in her life.
Her own flesh and blood.
Song Lingdang is finally no longer alone in this world.
After having children.
Song Lingdang originally thought that she could start a new life.
But the child is in poor health...
Song Lingdang's depression during pregnancy and the severe hypoxia during childbirth had a great impact on the child.
The child has a fever every other day.
Song Lingdang herself doesn't have much breast milk.
It's completely poverty-stricken.
In the small mountain village, there are only barefoot doctors, and there is no doctor who specializes in pediatrics.
Basically, some folk remedies are used to treat diseases.
It has no effect at all on Song Lingdang's child.
At the beginning.
After having a child, Lu Jianmin was also happy, after all, it was his own flesh and blood.
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