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It was a rainy afternoon.

The young woman was wearing a plain white dress, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall.

Wearing small white leather shoes, she walked briskly towards a European-style villa.

When she reached the door of the villa, she lowered her head shyly, with an uncontrollable smile on her lips.

I was as excited as a deer bumping my heart, and when the words I had already prepared came to my lips, I became nervous again, not knowing where to start.

Finally plucking up the courage, she rang the doorbell of the villa.

The doorbell rang for a long time, but there was no excited man running towards her like before.

After she continued to try to press it a few times, a figure finally appeared at the door.

Her bright eyes began to flicker, and when she saw that strange figure, her eyes dimmed again.

An elderly woman dressed plainly came out and said to her, "Miss, who are you looking for?"

The young woman smiled wanly and said politely, "Hello, Auntie. My name is Song Jing. I'm looking for Wenshan. Is he at home?"

The middle-aged woman said kindly, "Miss, Mr. Chen's family has moved away and is no longer here."

"Moving away?" Song Jing hurriedly grabbed the middle-aged woman and asked, "When did it happen? Wasn't Wenshan still at home a few days ago? Why did they move away? Where did they move to?"

"I just moved out today, and now this house is empty." The middle-aged woman looked at her anxiously and said, "Mr. Chen's family has immigrated abroad, and they said they will not come back."

For a moment, Song Jing's face was pale, and she stood there unable to move.

move place?Emigrate?won't come back?

How could this be?
Just two days ago, they were still dating, and he was still promising her that he would definitely persuade his family to marry her as soon as possible.

Just a few days ago, he also said, "Jingjing, I will never leave you. Jingjing, I want to marry you as my Chen family's daughter-in-law."

Just a few days ago, he also said, "Jingjing, I will not marry anyone else except you. No one in the world can compare to you."

why.
Seeing her pale face and crying continuously, the middle-aged woman panicked and asked hastily, "Miss, are you alright?"

Song Jing couldn't hear what she was saying at all, hurriedly took out a small mobile phone from her small bag, and urgently dialed a number.

The notification tone of "Hello, the number you dialed is not answered" keeps coming from the mobile phone.

again and again.
She looked at the empty villa in front of her, and made calls over and over again that no one answered.

Until she had no more strength to call, the call was connected.

Just as she was about to ask eagerly, a cold female voice came from the other end.

"Is that Song Jing?" The woman said in a toneless tone, "I'm Chen Wenshan's mother. I hope you don't call me like this again."

Song Jing opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word, only heard the person over there continue to say coldly, "You are a smart person, you should understand what I said, you are not from the same world as Wenshan, he is also I won't marry you, and our Chen family won't accept you in, so you'd better stop entering our Chen family."

"We have brought Wenshan to emigrate overseas, and we will not return to China. As long as I don't let him see you, you will never find her. I know you, a young and beautiful girl, spent so long on Wenshan, and I don't want to draw a picture What is impossible, I will have the money transferred to your card, and you should stop pestering Wenshan."

The other party's words were as cold as the winter wind, which made Song Jing's whole body chill this summer.

Thousands of words in my heart came to my lips, only a soft sentence, "Auntie, I want to say a few words to Wenshan. I want to hear him explain to me personally."

"Song Jing, who has nothing to explain." The other party flatly rejected her request, "I have made my words very clear. I am a person who keeps my promises. I will definitely send you the money, and you are satisfied with the amount."

"You are still young, I think your reputation should be more important than anything else. If it is reported to the outside world that you are a young girl shamelessly pestering a man, you will not be able to hold your head up in Beijing." After the other party finished speaking Without waiting for Song Jing to say anything else, she hung up the phone directly.

When she called again, the phone was turned off.

The mobile phone slipped from her hand feebly, and the young and pretty face was stained with tears.

"Miss." The middle-aged woman looked at her lost soul and wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know how to speak.

Song Jing just moved slightly, turned around, and walked back step by step
two months later.

Beijing Children's Hospital.

"Hello, I want to have an abortion." The young woman gently touched her belly, which had not yet bulged, with gentle and firm eyes.

"How many months?" The nurse asked without raising her head, as if it was commonplace, "If you've decided, go to the registration office for a check-up first, and then make an appointment for an abortion."

The nurse's voice was too cold, as if she was not here to have an abortion, but to choose a Chinese cabbage in the supermarket.

Song Jing asked softly, "Do you see too many people like me every day?"

Only then did the nurse look up. It was a woman about 30 years old.

"There are too many young girls like you who don't cherish their bodies. I see dozens of them a day." The nurse said with a sigh, "When I first came to the hospital for an internship, I would do ideological work for others. I advised them to think about it. Later, I met too many people, and many people didn’t regard their unborn child as a life at all. Since they don’t care, what’s the use of me caring? So you said that if you want to have an abortion, I will only follow your opinion."

Her words made sense, and every word hit Song Jing's heart.

Isn't the unborn child a life?

This child has no right to choose his parents, let alone choose whether to be born or not.

His life and death are all in the hands of his parents, and it also depends on whether the parents are responsible.

Thinking about it this way, this life is really pitiful.

She gently stroked her lower abdomen, and smiled at the nurse, "Thank you, I won't be beating anymore."

When she turned around and walked out of the hospital, she finally let go of the life in her stomach.

April of the second year.

A pregnant mother who gave birth alone came to Beijing Children's Hospital.

She had a big belly and was not accompanied by any relatives or friends.

"Name." The nurse asked.

"Chen Xiao." Her delicate face was covered with sweat.

"What about your family?" The nurse asked again.

"No." She replied stubbornly.

"You're going to give birth soon, where's the baby's father?" the nurse asked eagerly.

The woman just bit her lip and turned her head without speaking.

Delivery is the most important thing, and the doctor has no choice but to send her to the delivery room after signing her own name.

The production process went smoothly, and it was a girl.

The doctor held the newborn girl beside her for her to look at.

She looked at the baby with great nostalgia for a few times, then turned her head and shed a line of hot tears.