Can't stop the medicine

The sewage seeping from the roof near the wall wrinkled, and along the straight line where the walls met, the eroded and soft wall skin peeled off to form a dark and damp irregular polygon.

Going down the dilapidated corner of the wall, Qingyue, who was hugging Ren Xiaoyao tightly, huddled awkwardly in a sitting position with his heels against the heels of his legs.

Ren Xiaoyao was stuffed into the warm gap between his chest and thighs by Qingyue, slowly swallowing the unknown mush that Qingyue fed into his mouth.

The taste of the white batter is a bit like the creamy mashed potatoes that Ren Xiaoyao will never get used to, but it is thinner.

Although his stomach was full of dissatisfaction and noisy like a ceremonial team beating gongs and drums, Ren Xiaoyao barely ate half full and stopped opening his mouth - because Qingyue hadn't eaten yet.

Thinking that Ren Xiaoyao was full, Qingyue finished off most of the remaining white batter, and put the bowl that was scraped brightly by the spoon at his feet.

Because the weather is cold but there are not enough warm clothes, the other children in the room are crowded like sardine cans in the corner of the other side of the bed covered with mattresses.The chapped and bloodshot face was as red as a dyed poor-quality apple, and the swollen fingers full of chilblain squeezed the handle of the spoon tightly, stuffing the cooled batter into his mouth bit by bit.

The wanton roar of the storm was blocked by a thin outer wall, and the empty room was almost eerily quiet.

There are ten children and a cat huddled in the room, but it seems to be filled with air.

Ren Xiaoyao waited quietly, waiting for Qingyue, who came to this world earlier, to explain everything in front of him.

After about five or six minutes, the last kid over there finished his dinner.The eight children got up together and carried their bowls with one hand to the bathroom to clean up.

Qingyue, who had been silent all this time, also made a move. He skillfully cut two strips of cloth from the three-layer quilt that wrapped Ren Xiaoyao, and tied Ren Xiaoyao firmly to his chest.

"This is an orphanage..." Qingyue said suddenly.

Ren Xiaoyao, who had guessed for a long time, was not surprised. He looked at Qingyue with big round eyes, waiting for him to continue talking.

Therefore, Qingyue continued: "In our original world, did there also have an orphanage?"

Ren Xiaoyao almost rolled his eyes at Qingyue's anger.Brother, is this the time to worry about your previous life? !I won't be able to survive this life...

After such a short time, the children who went to wash the dishes opened the door and went back to the house.

The cold air sticking to the corners of the children's clothes rushed directly to Ren Xiaoyao's face, and Ren Xiaoyao couldn't help shrinking his neck.

When the eight children nestled back to their corner like chickens, Qingyue got up and went out with her own bowl.The strange-looking white cat who had been shrinking from Qingyue's side also stood up with its tail flicking, and followed behind him with graceful catwalks.

It has been in disrepair for a long time, and all the walls of the orphanage are gray and white, like the face of a dying person, smeared with heavy despair.

The roof of the shed was soaked and dried again and again, forming distorted faces.

'Tick tock' 'tick tock', the soaked sewage dripped down from the round scar that looked like eyes and mouth, hit the ground, and hit Qingyue's shoulder.

Raise your hand to wipe off the water spots that haven't had time to smudge on the fabric, leaving a dark wet mark.

Accompanied by the alternately reverberating footsteps and the sound of dripping water like the music played by the orphanage, Qingyue's immature voice sounded: "When I woke up, I found myself in someone else's stomach..."

The background sound changed from the sound of lonely and distant footsteps to the sound of water rushing in the empty space, and finally ended in a bleak cold silence. Ren Xiaoyao finally listened to Qingyue's tortuous story.

If it is said that Ren Xiaoyao fell from heaven to the world from being a rich second generation to an orphan in one day, then Qingyue climbed back to the world from hell after a lot of hard work.

Qingyue was reborn into an ordinary family in Wuzhou, Yinling Star, and he was the first child of this family.Like Ren Xiaoyao, after waking up in the mother's body, Qingyue began to practice "Qingxuan Yiqi".

However, Qingyue was not as lucky as Ren Xiaoyao, he was awakened due to natural birth - he was aborted.

As the population increases year by year, the burden on the planet is increasing. In order not to repeat the mistakes of the year A.D., the central three stars (sub-blue star, earth and iron star) issued family planning instructions to the subordinate star continents after detailed discussions.

There is only one requirement in the family planning directive: from 1328 to 1333, all families of the Twelve Stars can have a maximum of two children.

As for how to effectively implement this order, it depends on the abilities of the officials of each planet.

After the family planning was communicated to Wuzhou, Yan Zhao, the governor of Wuzhou who had no hope for the future of Wuzhou, lit up his eyes.This instruction is like a street lamp that flickers suddenly in the dark midnight. Although it is in disrepair and crumbling, it is Yan Zhao's last hope for promotion.

Because Wuzhou is located in a remote and poor environment, and there are few special products that can be sold, it is much poorer than other continents in Yinling Star.Most of the previous governors of Wuzhou spent their entire lives in this impoverished continent because they failed to make political achievements.

Yan Zhao, the current governor of the continent, has already broken his cans, and is mentally prepared to live in Wuzhou for the rest of his life.

But now, Yan Zhao doesn't think so anymore...

On the second day after the announcement of family planning in Wuzhou, Yan Zhao drafted the exclusive action plan for Wuzhou - no baby in [-] days.

A hundred days without a baby, as the name suggests, means that no baby is allowed to be born during the [-] days of implementing the plan.

The family planning has been implemented for a total of five years. If no baby is born in every continent for three months, it will be enough to stabilize the other continents of the twelve stars, get the lowest fertility rate, and get the most political achievements.

So, how can we ensure that no baby is born within a hundred days?

Women who are not pregnant can say that they can ask them to inject drugs to prevent pregnancy, but what about those who are already pregnant?

For Yan Zhao, it's also very simple-isn't it enough to force an abortion?

Regardless of whether you are pregnant for one, two, three, four, five months, all of them will be wiped out, and there will be no future troubles.

Pull banners and shout slogans:

I would rather flow out than give birth!

A rope for hanging, and an injection for spraying medicine!

I would rather cut off my children and grandchildren than reduce the burden on the star!

……

All the troops in Wuzhou took action under the command of Yan Zhao: the border of Wuzhou was completely sealed off, and Yan Zhao personally supervised the pharmacists going door-to-door for abortions, so no one could escape.

Qingyue was 'born' under such circumstances.

With the body protection of "Qingxuan Yiqi", although Qingyue, who was seven months old at the time, was not directly killed by the medicine, he fell into a semi-comatose state due to the injury to his body.

Under the background sound of Qingyue's current parents crying hoarsely, Yan Zhao, who had two horoscope lines on the corners of his mouth like a pug, waved his big hand, and Qingyue's small, bruised body was thrown into the recycling bin that he carried with him.

Qingyue was the first group of stillborns to be thrown into the [-]-meter-deep recovery furnace, and he broke an arm as a result.

Qingyue squatting in the dark stove is like a donkey thrown into a deep well, watching the soil-like corpse of a baby fall from the mouth of the bowl to her feet again and again,

At first, when these corpses fell, they would make a 'bang' sound announcing death, but as the corpses piled up, the vigorous 'bang' turned into a silent lamenting 'poof'.

It is worthless if there are too many people dead, let alone some unformed babies.

You know, the pronoun for unborn fetuses in English is 'it', which is the same as the pronouns for ants and cockroaches.

There is nothing willing to take care of these young lives, they can only pile up here like garbage, without a funeral of their own.

In order to prevent the corpse from decomposing, the temperature of the recovery furnace was adjusted very low.Behind him was the cold metal furnace wall, and beside him was a stiff corpse that couldn't be warmed up. The naked Qingyue could only hug herself tightly.

Qingyue was thirsty, cold, and hungry, but he didn't know what to do. Qingyue, who couldn't climb into the recycling furnace, could only keep running "Qingxuan Yiqi" in a dying struggle.

For Qingyue at this time, time slowed down like a blocked hourglass, and after waiting and waiting, only two grains of sand fell.

Qingyue, who had died once, thought she was fearless, but when her spirit was swallowed by darkness and coldness, she struggled between coma and sobriety again and again.

Qingyue found that he was still afraid.This disgusting emotion clutched his heart all the time, kneading it like playing with plasticine.

Qingyue, who was squatting at the bottom of the furnace, was covered in the square and clear blue sky that was so clear that it couldn't hide half of the filth, but all he could touch was the abyss-like despair.

After seven days, Qingyue finally waited until the bottom of the hourglass was filled.

Qingyue even stepped on the dead body, and her swollen and blue fingertips just touched the edge of the recycling furnace.

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine small and even shapeless icy corpses filled the recycling furnace to the brim, paving the way for Qingyue's life.

It's ridiculous to say that if it wasn't for Yan Zhao's dislike of consuming too much energy to start the recycling furnace over and over again, Qingyue wouldn't have waited for this opportunity at all, and might have been crushed and made into fertilizer early.

In a sense, Yan Zhao still saved Qingyue's life?

Taking advantage of the cover of the night, Qingyue, who was climbing with her fingers stiffly clasped on the edge, kicked her legs vigorously.The mixed emotions of nervousness, excitement and fear made Qingyue's thin body tremble.

Seeing that Qingyue, who was about to be exhausted, was about to fall back into the furnace, suddenly, there was a soft and warm support under his little empty feet, and he used his strength to climb onto the recovery furnace.

In this way, the white cat jumped out of the recycling furnace in the bright moonlight, and appeared in front of Qingyue like a savior.

The bloodstains extending from the lower eyelid stretched to the two front paws of the white cat, but the pair of blood-red cat eyes were full of tenderness like flowing water.

With its tail raised high, the white cat leaped lightly to Qingyue's side, and between its foreheads, cool but complicated information poured into Qingyue's brain like a tide:

The white cat's name is Bairi—the condensed resentment of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine babies who died in vain.

The author has something to say: Some people say that I satirize family planning, but I don't thank you.Everything should be considered in the era at that time. I will not criticize some things from the perspective of God, because everything has his double-sidedness.The focus of this chapter is not family planning at all, it is clearly about human nature! ! ! ! !It's human nature! ! ! !The point!sisters!

Author, there is no [sarcasm] [family planning]! ! ! ! !