In mid-spring March, the swallows returned.

In a large village on the southern outskirts of the capital.

Under the courtyard wall, the peach blossoms are scorching!

What is incompatible with this enchanting peach blossom is a terrible scream in the blue window.

Two or three mothers-in-law dressed in ordinary clothes, holding basins of hot water in and out, were obviously very busy.

The sky is dark and the moon is not up, the wind is warm and the birds are silent!

The screams continued, one as high as a sound. Suddenly, the screams stopped abruptly.

The mother-in-law standing outside the courtyard wall breathed a long sigh of relief, and listened to the sound in the house with their ears pricked up, and there was no sound in the middle of the house!

Silence, deathly silence.

The mothers-in-law were shocked, and the fear in their eyes gradually rose.

After another half an hour, a crisp baby cry pierced the sky.

"It's a living, it's a living!"

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