Lu Chiqiu said unceremoniously: "That's your flesh and blood, how can there be such a cold-blooded person as you." ”

When they came to the corridor, Song Zhiwei said: "It's still the same sentence, no one is responsible for him, and strangling him is the biggest responsibility." ”

Lu Chiqiu had lost her child, and she felt heartache when she thought of that feeling now, and she couldn't imagine that someone would say this matter so lightly.

And the person in front of him is still based on the fact that his body has to pay the price.

"Then Qi Su aside, do you really think you can't bear it alone?" Lu Chiqiu said: "I thought you were a very independent person, but I didn't expect you to be a coward." ”

Song Zhiwei held the pen, the letter of responsibility was extremely heavy in her hands at the moment, she felt that she was about to lose her strength, so she had to stand firm with the help of the wall next to her.

Lu Chiqiu took a handful, took the pen from her hand, quickly wrote a string of numbers in his notebook, and tore off the paper and handed it to her.

"This is my phone number, for the sake of the child, I can help you solve some questions, if you need to accompany the bed, you can also call me, after all, we are incompatible, don't worry I will go out and help you sell miserable."

After saying this, Lu Chiqiu turned around and left, leaving the space to her alone.

Song Zhiwei numbly walked to the chair next to her and sat down, she had to admit that there was an element of anger when making decisions.

Calm down and think about it, what Lu Chiqiu said is not unreasonable, why does she keep thinking about Qi Su, is it true that all single-parent families in the world are suffering?

What happened to her and her mother was more about being unladylike than about them.

Song Zhiwei reopened the file, this time she couldn't put pen to paper, and the two thoughts were desperately pulling in her consciousness.

On the one hand, she thinks that it is good for the child to knock it out, and a thumb-sized piece of unformed meat knows what.

She should stop the loss in time, pursue the advantages and avoid the disadvantages, throw away this possible drag, and start a new life while she is young.

On the other hand, she felt that she was cruel, that it was her child, that he would grow up in the long years and become an independent individual, that he was the only one who belonged to him wholeheartedly and loved him unconditionally.

He connects her blood.

It is also proof that she has loved someone vigorously.

Song Zhiwei forcibly held her trembling right hand and pressed it in the signature column, but as soon as she crossed it, the ink-colored handwriting was soaked with big tears.

She was stunned for a moment, covered her face in a collapsed manner, and water seeped from her fingers in an instant, she restrained her emotions and gritted her teeth to prevent herself from making a sound.

But the pain of penetrating the bone marrow was unbearable, and after a few seconds, a translude wail squeezed out of his throat.

She cried so hard that she couldn't help it.

This is also the first time Song Zhiwei has cried so miserably, even when she broke up with Qi Su and divorced, she never had such outgoing emotions.

It was she who knew that there was a broken cliff in front of her and a bright spring avenue behind her, but she still didn't look back at the pain of choosing the former.

At this moment, she didn't know whether to hate Qi Su's distrust or denounce her irrationality.

She did want to keep the child.

"If you really can't bear it, it's not a big deal to stay." The indifferent doctor walked out and handed her a piece of paper.

Song Zhiwei burst into tears, she couldn't stop at all, she said thank you, and then said unusually calmly: "I won't do it." ”

"Okay." The doctor said: "The child is your own, there is no need to hang the decision on an unreliable person." ”

With tears in her eyes, she saw the doctor's back, and she was a little depressed.

Song Zhiwei sat in the corridor for a long time, and it was not until the hospital got off work at noon that she resolutely walked out of the hospital.

At this moment, she felt extremely relaxed, she didn't need to jump over and over again, and she didn't need to weigh it repeatedly, this decision was made by herself, and the child was also hers alone, and no one could change it.

She wouldn't let him repeat the mistakes of the past and become a copy of her and her mother.

At the same time, she thought of the broken phone, which contained all her information and work papers, and even if she wanted to get out of here, she would have to go back and put it together.

Unexpectedly, Qi Su hadn't left yet.

He turned his head the moment the door opened, approaching from the sofa to the door with the cold smell of wood, just that bland look made Song Zhiwei's scalp tingle.

Qi Su stared at her like a poisonous snake and asked gloomily, "Where have you been?" ”

"Hospital." Song Zhiwei replied calmly: "Abortion." ”