"Come here, what are you doing in a daze?"

Wenwen brought me a cotton swab from the bag for cleaning my teeth, and I wiped my teeth as I called out vaguely.

Song Cheng was stunned for a few seconds, then a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he strode towards me.

I smiled at him and was about to speak, when he suddenly bent down and took me into his arms.

I was caught off guard, and the cotton swab in my hand accidentally poked into my mouth, causing me to grin in pain and let out a soft snort.

Song Cheng hugged me very hard, and his hands tightly wrapped around my back, pressing my heart to his chest.

I was a little out of breath when I was hugged by him, and I couldn't help but pat him on the back and said softly: "Song Cheng, you let go, let go."

He let out a long sigh and slowly let me go.

His expression was wrong, and he still had a little blue stubble on his face, and he looked too rushed to shave it.

"What's wrong, is something wrong?"

Song Cheng put his palm on top of my head, gently rubbed my hair, and whispered, "Right right, I'm sorry."

My expression froze for a moment, and I said indifferently: "Your dad doesn't want to come to the hospital to see me, and it's not your fault, you don't need to apologize to me."

Song Cheng didn't speak, just stared at me silently.

There was a deep guilt in his eyes, and I couldn't feel comfortable seeing it.

Mr. Song and Mrs. Song don't have much to do with me in the first place, and I don't care very much.

The only thing that keeps me in mind is the attitude of the child and Song Cheng.

I curled the corners of my mouth and asked with a smile, "Baby, did you see that?"

Song Cheng shook his head: "I just got off the plane, I'll see it later."

I pursed my lips and couldn't help laughing, poked my finger on his arm, urging, "You go and push her over, I haven't seen her for a long time."

Song Cheng frowned and said: "Children can't move, besides, I heard that you went into shock directly on the delivery table, so you have a good rest for the past two days, don't think about anything."

He directly blocked me, and my good mood was suddenly blown away by him, and I felt a little unhappy.

Song Cheng sighed, slowed his voice and said, "The doctor said that you have had a cardiac arrest, right, don't think about anything for the past two days, rest well, do you hear?"

I leaned on the pillow, frowned at him, and said in a low voice: "Song Cheng, tell me honestly, are you unhappy because you are a daughter?"

Before the child was born, he was obviously excited to death, and he talked about the child all day long.

But since he entered the house, he has not heard a word of it.

I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and I felt very uncomfortable.

This kid wasn't as likable as I thought.

After hanging up the drip, the nurse helped me to take a film, saying that it was a comprehensive examination.

It is estimated that because of his bad breath before, Song Cheng reflected on it and said that when I finished the examination, he pushed the child over to see me.

I nodded hurriedly, hoping that the inspection would pass quickly.

It took a long time to toss all the way before I was pushed out, and I was so tired that I was about to lose my strength.

When the nurse helped me back to the ward, I saw several families gathered together, with a small cart in front of everyone, and several middle-aged women chatting happily, seemingly taking care of the mother's confinement.

I couldn't help but stick my head out and take a look, feeling that these children were not as good looking as my daughter.

An aunt stared at my belly and said, "What about your baby, why didn't you push it out?"

I smiled and said, "I'm not in good health in the nursery, so I'll leave it there for the time being."

She laughed, pointed to her child and said to me, "Pretty, I'll just say, this child is like me, very smart."

I nodded reluctantly, and complained in my heart, this doll has such small eyes and such a big head, it is not good-looking at all, but it can only echo it twice.

A few people got together, all of them became dazzling baby madness, I teased the little girl for a while, and hurriedly went back to the house.

When I pushed the door in, Song Cheng and Wenwen were talking something, and when they saw me coming in, the two of them immediately stopped their voices and turned their heads to look at me.

I was worried and said, "See what I'm doing?"

"Done?" Song Cheng hurriedly walked over, hugged me back, and lifted the quilt to cover my body.

I nodded.

"Then I'll push the kid over." Wenwen patted her cheek and immediately went out.

I glanced at Song Cheng and pointed along: "Sit."

He sat down as he said, "What's wrong?"

"Honestly, what did you muttered to Wenwen just now, why did you see me come in and no one spoke?"

I had a gut feeling that these two were hiding something from me.

"What else can I say, thank her for taking care of you for the past two days." Song Cheng leaned over to me as he spoke, and the cyan stubble on his chin pierced directly into my face.

"Oops," I hurriedly pushed him, disgusted, "Don't shave your beard yet, beware of my daughter coming in a while, and won't let you kiss her." ”

Song Cheng suddenly didn't say anything, just looked at me quietly, his eyes were bottomless, and he could see my heart hairy.

My heart suddenly beat faster, and I hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Wenwen is really, why haven't you come back?"

As soon as the words fell, Wenwen walked in with a small cart.

My face was overjoyed, and I hurriedly pushed Song Cheng's arm: "Look, look, the baby is here."

Song Cheng turned to look at the cart, but he didn't reach out to pick it up.

He was so indifferent to a child that it was like a thorn in my chest.

I thought angrily, if you don't like her either, then I'll just take the child alone.

Wenwen pushed the cart to my head, I looked down at the child, only to feel a cold air crawling down the soles of my feet to the back of my neck in an instant.

"She, She"

My fingers trembled, and I pointed to the child in the quilt in a panic, and cold sweat ran up from all my limbs.

"What's wrong?" Wenwen leaned over to take a look, smiled and said, "It's okay." ”

As he spoke, he held the child in his arms and whispered to me, "Look how well-behaved the baby is."

My eyes widened suddenly, I looked at Wenwen who was coaxing the child in shock, and then looked at Song Cheng, who was sitting on the side without joy, and a terrible thought came out of my heart.

"You give me the baby." I stretched out my hand in a panic and shouted anxiously.

Wenwen was stunned for a moment and explained: "The nurse said"

"Give it to me!" I couldn't help but yell.

Wenwen was startled, and hurriedly handed the child into my arms, and said softly: "You should be quiet, don't scare the child."

I stared firmly at the child's face, small eyes, big head, and a single eyelid, which was clearly the child I had just seen in the hallway!

How could it become my child!

How can it be!

Tears fell as soon as they "clicked" and hit the child's red little face.

"Right, right, what's wrong with you?" Wenwen asked hurriedly.

I raised my hand and pulled her little arms out of the covers, both arms empty.

"Come here." I whispered to Wenwen.

She leaned towards me for some reason.

I reached directly into her pocket, and Wenwen panicked and tried to dodge, but was a step too late.

I caught a ring in my palm with a card hanging from it.

"Right right!" Wenwen was shocked and raised her hand to grab it.

Song Cheng stopped her and sighed in a low voice, "Forget it."

I held the card up and it said

Maternity: Wang Xiujuan.

Room number: 403.

Every word poked deep into my eyes, causing me to cry all the time.

A hole was suddenly torn open in my chest, and the original monstrous joy and excitement turned into the sharpest tip of the knife, stabbing straight at my body.

With each blow, it hits and pierces the softest part.

"Right right!" Wenwen shouted in a trembling voice, tears fell from her eyes, and she hurriedly covered her mouth and looked at me, not daring to cry.

I put the ring back on the child's hand, looked at her silently, and suddenly wanted to die with jealousy.

Even if she has small eyes and a big head, she is not beautiful by birth, at least she is alive and well.

And my daughter, she

There was a sudden choking in his throat, and he made a rough accent.

I lowered my eyelids uncomfortably and whispered, "Send the other people's children back."

"Right right" Wenwen still wanted to say something, but she began to choke as soon as she opened her mouth.

I shoved the child into her hand and slowly retracted into the covers, not wanting to look at it again.

After a while, I heard the sound of a car rolling off the floor.

One after another, the dull sound seemed to be crushing my heart, and I would never give up until I made a mess.

I curled into a ball, my palms pressed against my belly.

Because of pregnancy, the skin there is constantly stretched. After the child is born, the skin has long been saggy, and the palm of the hand is pressed over, and a thick layer of fat can be felt.

Tears kept falling down the corners of my eyes, and my heart ached beyond measure.

Under the palm of his hand, there was once a living child.

Now, she's gone!

I don't even know when I lost this child.

When I was on the delivery table, I heard her crying, her voice was so loud and powerful, how could it be gone?

My teeth were clenched the quilt, and I told myself like crazy that it was just a nightmare, and when I woke up from the dream, I could see my child.

However, a wave of pain pulled me back from my fantasy.

Song Cheng lifted the quilt and pulled it so hard that my teeth hurt.

I curled up with my back to him, not wanting him to see my face.

Without saying a word, he lifted his feet and reached out to hug me.

I curled up in a ball with all my might, refusing to let go.

He looked down and bit me the arm.

I shivered in pain, and he easily grabbed my arm and lifted me up, and sat on his lap with me.

Song Cheng put one hand on the back of my head, pressed my head against his chest, and wrapped his other hand around my shoulder, hugging me tightly.

His lips pressed against the top of my head, and he whispered in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, right, right, I'm sorry."

I hid in his arms, crying and breathless, my temples beating one by one, every nerve screaming, as if buried in a time, ready to explode with a "bang".

"Song Cheng" I clung to his clothes and wailed, "I'm in so much pain"