In 1982, the summer night was extremely hot, and on the closed door of the delivery room of the maternity hospital, the three big words "during operation" were eye-catching.

Zhao Defa stood in the corridor at the door of the delivery room, his delicate floral shirt was wet with sweat and was soft and clumped to his body, but he didn't notice it at all, he just kept pacing back and forth, restless.

In the corner of the corridor, an old woman in an old blue cloth coat was holding a big red swaddling cloth and coaxing softly, peeking at Zhao Defa from time to time, hesitating again and again, or cautiously approaching.

"Boss, ten girls, she's hungry, why don't I take it back and feed some rice cereal first?"

"Hey, what, hey! If it weren't for the sake of giving birth to her, would her own mother be able to collapse in blood? You are waiting here, serving my daughter-in-law in a while! ”

Zhao Defa threw a disgusted glance at the swaddling clothes, scolded impatiently, and continued to stretch his neck to look at the delivery room.

The old nanny didn't dare to say any more, so she had to retreat into the corner and continue to coax the baby girl with a wrinkled little face, and the sound of "oh oh" made Zhao Defa's heart more and more irritable.

He is a well-known rich man in the city, and when the policy was first released, Zhao Defa seized the opportunity to earn a large amount of family business.

Zhao Defa wanted a son, and he almost went crazy thinking about it, but his wife gave birth to nine girls in a row, and when she reached the tenth, she was still a girl, not to mention, her wife suddenly collapsed when she was born.

"What a broom star! It's better not to give birth! ”

Chattering hatefully, Zhao Defa stared at the delivery room, and I don't know how long he waited, the door finally opened.

"Doctor, how is my daughter-in-law?"

Seeing the doctor walking out tiredly, Zhao Defa immediately rushed over, grabbed the doctor's arm, and kept asking questions, but the doctor only shook his head sympathetically.

"There are too many births for mothers, and their physical condition is too weak, we tried our best but didn't save them, so let's mourn the family."

"What? My daughter-in-law is her, she is dead? ”

Zhao Defa's stout body shook violently, his face suddenly turned pale, and his mouth opened a few times, but he couldn't say a word.

His wife has been married to him for 20 years, although he has never been able to give birth to a son, but he is gentle and obedient to himself, and the two of them can be regarded as respectful of each other, where can Zhao Defa withstand this blow.

Suddenly, the baby girl in the nanny's arms cried violently, and the immature baby cries especially loudly in the silent corridor, as if calling for her own mother who had just been lost.

"Cry! Cry! Sick of it! Shut up this broom star! ”

Zhao Defa yelled at the nanny angrily, but in the next second, he was suddenly stunned, and a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

Yesterday he lost a lot of money in an accident in the factory, and today his wife died, could it be that this dead girl is really the reincarnation of a broom star, and she has encountered bad luck one after another?

If so, then this child must not stay at home himself!

Thinking of this, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Zhao Defa's eyes, and he walked quickly to the nanny and said viciously:

"Go, throw this debt collector at me, throw it as far away as possible!"

What? Throwing a child?

The old nanny's eyes widened, but when she met Zhao Defa's gloomy gaze, she nodded obediently, and her heart was sour.

In his rural hometown, baby girls are given away, thrown away or even drowned when they are born, but I didn't expect that the girls in the city couldn't escape the same fate.

Holding the little soft body, the old nanny dragged her steps and searched for a long time, and finally found a no-man's corner, next to a big garbage can, a few wild dogs were digging non-stop.

Looking at the little face of the baby in her arms who was crying red, the old nanny hesitated for a long time, but she still bent down ruthlessly, and a little tears oozed from the corners of her eyes.

"Alas, child, if you want to blame it, blame your bad life, and vote for a boy in the next life to give birth to a good family."

At the moment when the swaddling clothes were placed on the cold ground, the baby began to cry loudly again, and then an angry cry suddenly rang out.

"Stop! What are you doing?! ”