(a)

"No, I'm not going to give up on destroying it because I'm soft-hearted. If it is also a sin to destroy a grievance, then I am willing to bear such a double sin. “

Seeing the look on Chang Xia's face, Wu Min understood, his face suddenly turned pale, his thin mouth trembled slightly, and he sneered: "Chang Xia, your experience can be written as a novel, you were unmarried and pregnant at the age of eighteen, and now you are a miscarriage hero." ”

"Get out of here, you scoundrel!"

Wu Min raised his palm.

"If you dare, if you fight again, I'll call the security department."

He turned blue with anger and gritted his teeth: "You crazy woman! ”

Chang Xia sat down on the board, I am vicious, and the viciousness is also forced out by you, I only take out a knife and force you, you will put down the stick in your hand to beat me.

Seeing Chang Xia's pursed lips, silent and cold eyes. Wu Min knew that the will on this face was already a piece of marble, complete and hard, and no one could knock it anymore.

"You woman, your heart is like a drug lord."

She mowed Wu Min's seed as a man, and his garden was barren ever since. The man was castrated ever since.

She didn't love him, but she depended on him. It wasn't just her who murdered him, but he himself as well. They worked together to murder him.

Wu Min wanted to cry and fell at Chang Xia's feet: "Leave me a child!" He wanted to cry, grabbed Chang Xia's feet, desperately crying and begging her, that was also his child, at least he still had half of the decision.

And Chang Xia's every pregnancy seems to be just her business; It's like a warrior who rushes into battle to kill the enemy. Treating pregnancy as an enemy who does not share the sky, as long as you hear a little horn, your first reaction is to take a horse into battle with a gun that is not hard, rush and rush! It never occurred to her to leave a child for this man.

At noon on the third day of taking the medicine, there was a pain in the abdomen, Chang Xia covered his stomach and dragged his legs to the bathroom, a burst of hot liquid flowed down the trouser tube, and soon, Chang Xia felt a lump of soft substance come out.

Chang Xia stood in the aisle, not daring to move. Looking back, the red liquid stretched all the way from the bed, and as she walked, the blood stains stretched little by little.

"Come, devils who watch the evil thoughts of mankind! Lift my feminine weakness, and pour it all over me with the most vicious cruelty; Clot my blood, don't let pity get into my heart, don't let the compassion of nature shake my vicious determination! ”

Shaking the blood clot in the toilet, Chang Xia saw the white fluffy stuff, and went like this, this time it was completely gone, no longer being mechanically pounded into a blur of flesh and blood.

The sin of human beings, Chang Xia is one; The cruelty of human beings, Chang Xia is one.

When Wu Min came back from work, he saw drops of blood on the ground. He cracked his mouth and muttered, "Oh my God! Oh, my God! At the end of the bloodstain was the bed, Chang Xia was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, and his eyes were closed.

In the years that followed, Chang Xia always had the same dream, in which the skeletons of countless children crouched towards her. However, at that time, the pain of making a decision with life was like a huge rebound force, which shook and numbed her.

Wu Min turned on the tape recorder, and a voice came from inside: "Your eyes are so cold, your lips are so pale......"

A few years later, when Chang Xia heard a similar melody on a bus in another city, at that moment, he suddenly felt a trace of pity for Wu Min. Seven or eight years, no matter what method he used, whether it was autocracy, love, or brutality; No matter what method he wanted to use to cut off the wings that this woman wanted to fly, to shatter this woman's dream of connecting with the outside world, in the end all he had was the melody of this distinction.

"Your eyes are so cold, your lips are so pale......" Wu Min brought a mop from the bathroom, and the blood stains rubbed onto the mop one by one.

(b)

The streets of the town. Chang Xia lowered his head and said nothing, watching his skirt be blown by the wind and wrapped around his legs, scurrying between his legs like a swaying flower.

The man pedaled on the bicycle, and just when he was about to turn the corner, Chang Xia suddenly found that he quietly turned his head secretly, and the movement of turning back was so slight, like stepping on a hot flame and jumping over quickly.

Chang Xia stood in the wind, and suddenly found that there were teardrops in the corners of her eyes, she covered her eyes with the palm of her hand, and wiped the corners of her eyes.

No matter how wrong the relationship is, it will be connected to the flesh when you break up.

Chang Xia returned to the unit from the house where Wu Min had finished renovating and was about to get married.

The whole single house presents a scene of decay. There was not even a light on the long walk, and at night, it looked like a gloomy castle. There were ten rooms in a row on each floor, all in the same direction, and there was silence in the dark, except for the bats beating against the ceiling.

Chang Xia walked alone on the walkway, and the sound of walking alone resounded throughout the empty and quiet single-bedroom building, which was even more desolate.

The wardrobe was empty and there were only cold planks on the single bed. Her bed was dusty because it had long been unoccupied.

Chang Xia wiped the ashes and spread out the futon and wrapped himself in the quilt. The dark days are floating around. The wind whistling outside the window, the squeaking of cars, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground are all far away from Chang Xia. In this world, it belongs to Changxia, and it seems that there is only this bed.

Alone, it is like living in the ancient twilight.

She finally clarified the reality in front of her: a twenty-six-year-old small-town woman, who had just broken up with her boyfriend who had lived together for N years, worked as a nurse in a small-town hospital, and was not welcomed in the workplace.

(3) As soon as I go to work on the second day, it is like being involved in a high-speed machine. Here, new patients need to come and settle new patients; I have to go to the pharmacy to push the medicine cart back, distribute the medicine, add the medicine, and put the infusion sheet for tomorrow in place, everything is like a charge.

It was nearly noon, everyone else was off work, and Chang Xia's work was not finished.

Chang Xia walked around the ward with a medicine tray and an ant. Her feet moved slowly alternately, each step as if she were stepping on cotton wool, and she felt herself floating, floating into the air; It seemed to be slowly falling, the ground was torn down, and her feet were glued to the ground where there was no ground.

Due to the loss of too much blood, her body did not recover, and with every step, she felt exhausted and empty.

Suddenly, I heard a cheerful laugh behind her, it was Huang Ying, who was on duty at noon, and she giggled behind Chang Xia.

She had just come out of the ward, still holding the transparent plastic infusion bag that had just been changed in her hand, she thought Chang Xia's walking posture was very interesting, and she said loudly: "Look, Chang Xia will really save energy!" The ward is so busy, she will walk so sparingly, how shrewd! ”

She laughed and said loudly, "You see, we should all be like Chang Xia, no matter how tired we are, we won't hurt our bodies." ”

After speaking, she walked to the nursing room, and as she walked with her steps, the muscles of her whole body trembled slightly like waves.

This woman, how did she know that Chang Xia's ordeal during this period of time, and Wu Min's complete end, Chang Xia did not have the strength to make it public, at least, until her body recovered.

At this time, Chang Xia didn't even have the strength to look back at her, let alone defend herself. Only facing the wall in front of him, he smiled weakly and weakly, laughing at his helplessness and pity.