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A lot of friends who knew her forewords heard her share of her story of her birth with a little “temperature”. Her mother had given birth to her in 1985, thanks to the interaction between the civil servant ' s family, the supernatural, the pediatric cadre and the desire for a boy. A girl who was not expected to be born has since been treated softly, but there have been some hidden changes that have spread in the family. Here is a quote from the interview. One.

The mother and father met when they were working with the vegetable team when they were young, and then the father went out for a few years to study at the medium school, and when he came back, he was in love with his mother, they married in 1979 and gave birth to my sister a year later. In 1984, mothers realized that family planning in the town was tight when they were pregnant with me. The mother was told that a distant watch, whose first child had been born without ligature, had been pushed to the operating table by two people. A year ago, when her sister-in-law was pregnant, she hid from the outside world, and the birth attendant sat at home, couldn't see anyone, and then moved several pieces of furniture - That's what my grandmother told her afterwards. When she moved, she was scared to death at home. In the end, my aunt gave birth to a child outside, brought it home, cooked the rice, and was fined by her parents. They were both vegetable farmers with no units and no punishment. But the situation in our home was different — my father was a civil servant at the Public Security Bureau and his mother was a tailor at the garment factory. One night at dinner, the mother told her about the pregnancy, the father was silent, and after a while he grabbed my mother's hand, spread it out, upside down the chopsticks and drew a “live” in her hand. Even though my father kept his head down, my mother had it in her heart, “Be born”. Mother did want a boy, "Well, that's better in the family?" My grandmother gave birth to four sons, all of whom worked in Shenzhen's major companies, the Public Security Bureau, hospitals and schools. The old lady was strong, and as soon as her mother married into the house, her grandmother stood behind her and watched her cook. When my mother was pregnant with my sister, a little sister moved away, the house was empty, she moved to my father's house, and she made a deal with her sister. Although the house was 10 minutes away from the mother-in-law ' s house, it was separated. In the garment factory where the mother was working, there were more than 20 female workers, and since she had decided to give birth to a second child, she tried to avoid dealing with people, but nothing else than doing her clothes. Most of the women are close to the factory, where we are far away from the factory, which is poorly managed, so she goes to work late, leaves work late and tries to stagger with others. Fortunately, she did not react during pregnancy and made her own generous clothes. As the weather cooled, she changed from her shirt to her coat, no one found her pregnant again. Clothes are made on a piece-rate basis, and mothers want to make more money and work almost every day. At that time, she had gone to kindergarten, and after school the teacher usually helped to take her to the garment factory, waiting to go home with her mother. Sometimes my mother asked my aunt or some acquaintances to bring my sister to their house for a while. The garment factory is five or six kilometres from my house, and there is no car to ride, and the mother is walking. When she gets pregnant, sometimes she gets tired and sits down with a rock on the side of the road. It takes one or two hours to get to the house, often at 8 or 9 p.m. The Public Security Bureau is 20 and 30 kilometres from my home, and the father returns home once a day, when he runs into business for a long time. Since that night, when it became known that the mother was pregnant again, the father had never asked about the baby in her belly, nor had she mentioned it. The two were in separate classes and were usually at home talking about housework. When the mother was pregnant for more than five months, Amé, a primary schoolmate who had been working behind her family's back at the hospital, had a B-plus, which was a luxury at that time. But she wants to see if she's a boy. The doctor lied to her and said, “You can't see the sex yet” and did not show her the images. However, this did not affect the mother's decision, who wanted to have a small life in her belly and to be born “not to see”. Two.

The mother had been pregnant for seven months, and the stomach had been raging day after day and was eventually discovered. The day my mother was at work making clothes, and the town's child-smuggler suddenly came in and said, "Someone came to sue you. There's only one policy right now, and that's what's in your belly."

My grandfather was the deputy secretary of the town. He was in charge of the birth plan. She said someone wrote an anonymous report: "Your family is a cadre, specializing in teaching others, how come you're pregnant?"

After Huang's speech, he left. In the face of his sudden attack, the mother appeared calmly on the spot, without a clear statement, and, fortunately, the garment factory was a small local factory, not a state-owned unit, and the director was not very much in charge. Later, Huang came to my home several times to look for my mother, and shortly afterwards, the head of the Public Security Bureau spoke to my father, asked him to go home and do his wife's thinking work, and to get him to give birth. Because of the mother's refusal to induce her to give birth, the father yelled at her in a hurry. One time, he yelled at her so badly: "You come home so late every day, you want to buy a tablet?" The mother did not understand what he was saying and then asked others to understand that it was “money for a coffin”. She was angry: "Why should I buy a coffin if I'm not dead?" and ran to the father's theory, and the father laughed that she didn't understand. Mothers say they have a primary school degree, their fathers read much, and there are things he says that she can't understand. "We'll take one alone. You took the big one and I took the little one." So the two men went to the town government to prepare the paperwork, and the mother took my sister, and she carried the lunch box -- she made lunch for the factory. As soon as the divorceer heard that the children were not in agreement with each other, he said, "You're not in a bad mood. Go back." Mother had a hard time getting divorced because of this, so she got out of the office and thought, after all, that this man was working under his own government, so she knew that she was pregnant with two children, and that if she changed, she would say, "You'll get married, too." The father, who had never said anything at all, stayed in the office of the civil servant for a while before coming out. When the fight was over, my mother sent my sister to the kindergarten and went to the garment factory, where his father went to work at the Public Security Bureau. When he comes back next weekend, the two of them will be on their own and won't talk to each other for a while. The mother was later told that the father met the child-in-law on the road and walked away without a word. The mother complained to him: "Why don't some people say hello in private, do a two-child indicator or something? That's how tough he is."

A Saturday at the end of the month, a big snowfall. On her way home from work, the mother was “hungry and hungry”. Back home, the table was empty, and his husband and his eldest daughter were asleep. Since the beating, the father has slept with his sister in the front room and the mother in the back room. My sister heard a noise and called "Mom" from the house. The mother understood it and the father must not have fallen asleep. The mother was going to pick up some iced vegetables to eat herself. There were no lights at my door, and there was a pond that had to follow the pond for a while to reach the kitchen. The road is empty and the mother is afraid, so it's all white snow in the ground, and it's a micro-reflection. The mother took the snowflakes, pulled out two rounds of cabbage and went home to finish her meal, “I ate well, I went to bed when I was full of it and I didn't fight with him”. 3

Wong became a regular guest of my family, and she came home several times and said to her mother, "You go to the hospital first. It's hard for you to do other people's thinking without your father. Your family is a cadre and you must take the lead.”

In order not to embarrass my grandfather, the mother finally chose to go to the hospital, “I think I would have listened to your father if he had supported me and asked me to hide”. Hospital gynaecology and gynaecology are housed and registered by the nurse, who waits for the injection. At the time, the hospital had fixed one, three and five induced births per week. On Monday, the nurse came to my mother's room and said, "It's your turn to operate today."

Dr. Zhang told her to lie on the table and the medicine was ready. Mother knew she had to say something at the time, and she climbed up with a bone: "I drank soy in the morning, I was sick, I was sick." As her mother had asked Dr. Zhang to greet her earlier, she said that she had not been forced by Dr. Zhang to undergo surgery or to report the situation, and that the mother had taken the liberty of leaving the room. During that time, the father took special leave to cook chicken soup for his mother, to cook and to bring meals to the hospital every day. He sometimes sits in the ward and sometimes leaves after he has eaten. The mother said that for the first time since the marriage, he had been so good to himself, “a mind that I should be induced to give birth”. For the first time in my life, my father begged for his mother: “Or else, I'll be punished if I'm born. What else would I do without this job?”

"Anything."

"I don't know anything else."

"Then learn. He's moving. He's a living man. It's a shame you got rid of him." Mother said that when she was pregnant with me for more than three months, she could feel me moving in my stomach, "the more I grew up, the more I couldn't wait."

During the days of non-injection, the mother eats early food and stays in the ward until 8 or 9 p.m., when Huang and another Li work, she turns to do her ideological work. Every time these two women sit on her bed, there's nothing new to say: "Hey, do you want to attract?" "When do you want to attract?" They called their mothers “old oil bars”, because other women were essentially “taught off” when they were caught by the pedagogues, except for my mother, who sometimes smiled at them and said “not ready”, sometimes “not well” or “in a few days, I haven't thought about it”. When they left, their mothers went out to play — so-called “playing” — alone in the yard downstairs in the hospital. She rarely deals with a patient, and she is not happy to think that she will be induced to give birth and that her husband is facing dismissal from her workplace, which is also contradictory. At night, mothers often go to Amé's house to watch TV. Both men work at the town hospital, and they do logistics, and her husband procures, in better conditions than the average person. My mother liked watching Zhao Yazi's heroine Feng Cheng. There are lots of apples and oranges at the Ame family - it's only after New Year's. Mothers can eat enough. At about 9:00 p.m., the mother went back to bed in the hospital ward and was hit several times by a doctor, who said, “No such disease has ever been seen, and came back at night with her shoes on. Eat and play here every day, like a hotel."

Next week, the mother was called into the operating room and came out with a big belly. When my father knew, he said to the doctor, "If she refuses, you will force her." "The doctors say you're a rat and everyone shouts, nobody like you!"

My father knew that my mother always listened to Grandma and called her mother-in-law to the hospital to persuade her: "Why did you give birth? What good would it be if I had so many kids? Why are you going through this?"

Grandma married at 17, gave birth to nine children, survived seven children and gave birth to my sister-in-law, who was 44 years old. My mother was at home when she was a child, and when she was a child, she did whatever she was told to do, and when she went out to play, she wanted to do so, so she stayed at home to help her brothers and sisters make cotton pants. When my father met, my mother-in-law was told that her future mother-in-law was stronger and closer to home, and that she was more shaky. But this time, my mother went back to Grandma: "I listen to you, and this time I don't listen to you."

Grandma can only say, "You will suffer in the future."

During the period of the mother ' s hospitalization, some information was seen. One time she walked through a room with a "patient" who suddenly whispered, "Look, you're not dead." Through open doors, the mother saw a whole baby lying in a closet without sound. The doctor saw them peeking and drove them away immediately: "Go away, don't look!"

The mother also heard another “sick friend” who had a first-born baby to keep her baby saying that she had seen a “incomplete” baby — some of the needles were not successful, and then it was broken. These things make it harder for the mother to have an abortion. The mother spent 19 days in the hospital and was called to the operating room three times. The third time she went in, she lay down and crawled up: "I'm almost eight months old, and I'm so big, what if it's a problem? Take full responsibility!"

Dr. Zhang may be a little scared to see her in a bad mood: "It's none of my business."

The next morning, at more than 9:00 a.m., Grandpa and his three men came down to the ward. Grandpa came up and called his mother's nickname: “Sonko, I can't help it. I don't want you to be alone, but you should do what you have to to do and lead the child away.” Grandpa's voice was calm: "This isn't a burden, we can help you pick it out. There's no way -- do you think I don't want grandchildren?"

For the first time since the birth of the second child, the mother saw a public statement. She finally cried, but she cried, and she didn't cry, “It would have been better if someone else had told me, this time the child's grandfather said I felt worse”. The other three commissioners were silent. My mother knew she was two years old and had three children, “She was born earlier”. That night, my mother had dinner at Amé's house, and May comforted her by saying, "Don't blame your father, it's his job, he does it for others."

From the beginning to the end, May was the only one who supported my mother's second child. Every time my mother came to her house, she asked me how my mother was today. Did anyone say anything to her? May said, "If you want to be born, you have to be expelled."

And the next day, Li Jian came to my mother again: "How about you, Jojo?"

It was the 27th of Ra's month, February 16th, 1985, and my mother returned: “It's almost New Year's, hospital is bad, and you'll have to come back after the year.” Li was fooled back home. The mother planned to go outside and give birth to the child. She's always saying, "No, no, no, no, no." She's really scared. She left the hospital before spring break and was hiding at home in fear of being seen, having spent her New Year's Eve at my grandfather's and grandma's house, having many relatives, at dinner tables, my mother's silence, feeling like she had made a mistake, and the relatives kept silent. After dinner, everyone played cards and the mother returned to her room. The mother started to make my diapers, pants, shirts, sweaters and phoned the sister King. The aunt had previously been transferred from Yunnan to our town with her father as a military doctor and mother as a obstetrician and gynaecologist. She also studied medicine and, after graduation, was assigned to work in the cement factory in the neighbouring town, over an hour's train far from us. They had a few months-old child who was sick and saved, and their parents left the child behind and left him at their door. My mother was at their house that day and heard the child cry like a cat, and she later made clothes for the child. The mother believed in her aunt, and agreed with her to give birth to her and to adopt me. I didn't think it was too late. 5

On the second day of the month (14 March), at more than 1 p.m., when the mother had lunch at home, her stomach began to suffer. A few days before the due date of birth, she was not ready to go — waiting for more than 1:00 a.m. slow car to go to Little Wang's town and only one shift a day. My father was on a business trip, and my mother had to go to her mother's house, and my uncle had to go to work, he couldn't help, and he called my brother-in-law. In the evening, the mother packed my clothes and brought eggs, two bags and left with her brother. Before he left, Grandpa did not stay, and while there was no one in the room, he whispered to my mother, “If he had a boy, bring him back, fine him and be punished.”

My mother was very angry: "He usually doesn't speak, but he's in the heart."

The mother was forced to get a car and send her directly, but she did not speak. She went to the train station, and the more she went, the more her stomach went. Having eaten at home before going out and walking, the mother understood that this could accelerate production. It's more than midnight at the train station, and the mother waits on the platform for his uncle to buy a ticket. When the pain struck in about two or three minutes, she took a few baby clothes and sat on the floor. In the rain, she had no umbrella but was afraid to enter the waiting room, “I was afraid of ugliness, and my stomach ache was staring at others”. After a while, my brother-in-law ran away, screaming: "The train is late, it'll be over 2:00." Because my aunt had a second daughter a while ago, he reminded her that the second baby was so fast, what if she was on a train? The mother thought about it, and she decided to go home. My brother-in-law asked, "Where do we go?"

"Go to your mother's!"

My grandfather's on the left side of the train station, my grandmother's on the right side, walking for about ten minutes. The mother asked the uncle to go first, to get a doctor, and she walked alone. The pain came more often, and when it did, she sat on her clothes for a while, and when it did, she said, “Go, go, go, go. I finally went to my mother's house, and my mother knocked on the door, and I heard Grandma's footsteps. It's like a hammer.

Mother started her temper: "Come on, hurry up! It's me! It's not a ghost!"

Grandma opened the door, and the coat was half over, "Didn't you have a baby?"

Mother can't talk, she goes into the yard, she sees a chair, she sits down. When I saw her in pain, my grandmother was so mad, "Oh, where were you born? There's no place."

It's still raining, cold and high. Grandma was so excited to get a mattress, go to an empty room in the back of the house, let the mother lie down and go and knock on the door of the eldest son-in-law's daughter-in-law's house.

There's only one mother in the room, "Will something happen to me when I'm scared?" But she didn't think, in a few minutes, she gave me birth. When I heard my cry, my mother was relieved, “when you were under my ass, I bowed my legs against you”. Grandma comes back in the house and gets covered with cotton to my mother. The bed was facing the stairwell, and the wind was very windy from above, and Grandpa was up, so he rushed up to put a lid on it, and then made a fire in the house. There were no clocks in the house at that time, and my mother assumed that I might have been born before 3:00, “If it were a few minutes later, I would have believed it would have been on the road”. Rural people were mostly home-based at the time, and mothers were in hospital when they gave birth to their sisters. My aunt came in with scissors and pellets, and my mother saw her, and immediately said, "Don't move! Cut the umbilical cords and I'm afraid of tetanus."

"Yo, there's another girl."

When the mother was exhausted and heard the news, she was in pain and tears. "Why didn't you have a son?"

A little while later, the doctor called for me to cut the cord. It was 30 bucks to deliver a baby, and my mother asked Grandma to give it to the doctor, but the doctor didn't want it: "It's too late, you're in so much pain and you're on your own!"

The doctor wrapped me up at my mother's head, and she saw a round face. "I don't know how many pounds you had, and it felt so skinny and all your skin was waxy. I did not eat any nutrients when I came to have you”. Our military factory works at 8:00 a.m., the number went off for 15 minutes and I cried for 15 minutes. Mother knew I was hungry, but didn't want to talk to me. She was planning to go out and now it's good and it's exposed. I thought I was going to be punished, and I was a girl, and she felt bad. In the morning, two members of the aunt came and called her overnight. We had lunch in our house, and Aunt Wang said to my mother, "Son, you'll bring it here yourself, and now I'm going to take it back. I'm under pressure. One more, the baby's too small to drink milk.

Three days after I was born, my father came back on a business trip and came in the first line of the door and asked the mother, "Is that a daughter?"

"You're not kidding?"

Father sits in a chair with his ass down. The mother asked him to come over and look at me, but without saying a few words, he went back to the office. He gave his mother $30 to buy nutrients, and she didn't ask for it, “I've been making tailors and he's always paid better”. The mother feared that his father would be expelled from the Public Security Bureau for this reason and asked his relatives to find a family if she wanted to send me away. A few homes in the local mines have visited, probably because I was skinny and no one wanted to adopt. Then my mother gave me a yellow line, and when my yellow tumbled, it became white and fat for a month. When my father returned home, my mother held me in his arms, saw my nails long and grabbed the scissors and cut my nails. Six.

Before I was 12 years old, my name was Shifu. After primary school, every time I wrote my name, I felt less comfortable. I remember when I went home for lunch and yelled to my mother for a change of name. The name was given to me by my mother during the full moon — she always said that when I was born, it was very dangerous. Since I was about five or six years old, every time a relative, a guest, a mother and others came to my house, they talked about my past. When I was a kid, I was impressed that my mother was always happy to talk about my birth story and was always laughing. And those who listen, while they laugh at me with their mothers. For me, it was a relaxing scene. It was not until a long time before I learned all the details and realized the difficulties she had endured. The mother said, "Everyone likes to suffer in times like this." The previous generation had been busy working all day and there seemed to be no room in the heart for unnecessary feelings. There is no doubt in the mother ' s account that the father is a negative image, which, to be honest, somehow separates me from my father as a child. What exactly did my father bear for my birth? I've grown up listening to my mother. The impression is that fathers are often absent and are always harsh at home. My starting point for his memory is that he tutored me in elementary school. Remember when I didn't write a word, rub it with rubber, and he was staring at me. Then he slapped me in the head, and I started bleeding -- when I was a kid I loved bleeding. On weekends, he used me and my sister to copy them. That's the extra homework he had to write to us to go out. Apart from that, my life was still at stake, and I was sick and he took me to a shot and carried me home. At that time, our home-based punishment for “overlife” public officials was “deportation from work for two years”. The mother stated that, because of his father's ability to work, the Public Security Bureau had finally given him “a year”, that the monthly salary had been reduced from hundreds of dollars to thirty-five dollars, and that for five years he was not allowed to be promoted — the “gold period” had not risen, and that there had been little opportunity thereafter. Nevertheless, fathers devote more time to their work. He is well-written and able to perform his duties, and many give him gifts, even though they are just fruits, and he is unsaved and rejected. I remember some of the fruits that came out of the tropics — the day my father came home and the mother made me and my sister eat, and he was so angry that he didn't tell him why he couldn't go back. Mother thinks it's just food. There's no need to be so real. In the father ' s view, these gifts, pleasing, would in fact affect his work judgement, and he would like to be clear and clear. Mothers do not understand this, and there are many conceptual differences between them. When I was a kid, my sister would talk about her "good" life before I was born -- she could eat Big White Rabbit's milk, and a toy and a little bike. When she grew up, she said to me, "If it wasn't for you, I'd be the chief's daughter." It wasn't exactly a joke she had in mind. Grandma was right. It was hard for her to have me. She stopped working at the garment factory, and after taking me home for a year, she started working on breakfast. When the head of the father ' s unit saw our family ' s difficulties, he helped to drag a large car from the factory mine into a large camping iron shed opposite the town ' s mall, 30 or 40 square metres. The mother asked an old wife who retired from the factory's restaurant to be a teacher, to pay her, to teach herself to make buns, oil, noodles, etc. A breakfast shop just rose up. A few months later, the old lady stopped working at her house and the mother did it alone. In order to facilitate her business, she moved with her sister to the store. Sleeping in the middle of the night, there was a winding up and down the shed, and there were no special warm-up measures in the winter, and the mother and daughter were covered in a bed of thick cotton, weighing 12 pounds. Every day, at 3 a.m., the mother wakes up in a cold cold, puts a roll of covers on the bedbeds on a pot and a board, starts a day of camping in the face, and closes the door until everything is sold at night. When the breakfast shop was opened, the mother ' s pasta-making skills were still closed and could not be sold if it was not properly done, and she had to decide for herself how to improve. By the time the shop was well earned, it would have earned more than $800 a month. The father bought flour and firewood for the mother on the day of rest, but he never ate a meal in the shop. The mother said that she was over 80 pounds thin and too busy to wash her face, but that she had a hard temper, could not ask for help, and the father did not take the initiative. Mother always said, "If your dick was a boy, your family wouldn't let you live like this."

One morning, the mother was blowing up the oil bars, and the neighbor came in a hurry and shouted, "Go! Your baby's been hit by a car!"

My mother ran to the highway and saw my sister lying down on the road. She went to school at the early peak of work in the factory mine, with bicycles running, and she was flushed across the street, one of which accidentally rolled over her leg. Mother had to pick her up, look at her, take the ashes off her and ask her if it hurt. She said she didn't hurt, that she was fine, that she couldn't take a breath of warmth, that she went to school, and she ran back to the morning stand and then blew the fry. “The other night I found out your sister was all blue. Fortunately, no big deal. But how come it doesn't hurt?"

Mothers are busy with business, fathers travel often, and I spent most of my time at my grandparents' house before I was three years old. Every night Grandpa put me to sleep, so I spent the longest time with Grandpa than the other children at home. When I was three years old, my family moved into the family building of the Public Security Bureau and I returned to my parents. The father persuaded the mother to give up making a good breakfast shop and to work at a sales agency near the Public Security Bureau. As a result of the mother ' s busy work, she has been able to take care of both of us in our lives. Before my sister went to boarding school, every morning the toothpaste was squeezed by my mother. When I went to high school, I had to go to the school team to practice volleyball at 6 or 7 a.m. The mother got up early to cook for me, and in order to save me time, she had to tie my shoelaces. The mother was very careful and made three meals a day at home. She likes to make soup for me, soybean soup, soybean soybean soup... I've been weak since I was a kid and I've had a cold shot, so she lets me play – maybe she thinks she's in debt to me and she always says she didn't eat well when I was pregnant. I'm still staying at my grandparents' every summer. Mothers used to say to me, "Your grandmother likes grandchildren" and Grandpa never said, or showed up, that he meant warmth and affection to me, much more than my parents did when I was a kid. I was close to Grandpa. We played cards, watched TV, went to the mountains to pick wild fruit. Grandpa put the figs off in the drawer for the summer break, and he'll give them to me later. Once I had good fruit, Grandpa would let me finish it at home and then go out and play with my little friends -- he wanted all the good stuff to be for me. Every year after New Year's dinner, my grandfather lights for me and then sits and laughs and looks at the grandchildren. I'll give Grandpa a lot of the money because I trust him. And since she was my mother, she wouldn't have done that. It's also about the New Year's memory, which seems to be getting colder at home. After the mother went to the sales agency, she was always busy in the following years, and when the tradition of “cleaning” (cleaning) in the north was followed by the father, who was bored to do his own business, the sexually impetuous mother always told him “to do this and do that”. This is an attitude that discourages the father and ignores her. The mother would then be indignant to say that she would not return to her grandfather for the New Year and would eat noodles at home alone. That year, my sister and I went to my grandfather's house with my father, and my relatives told my mother not to come. The two of them were stubborn, always busy, not much emotional exchange between them, not a word of disagreement, and the cold war was common. Sometimes I wonder if it's my own birth that deepens the tension between them. But they tripped to this day, and I can't tell you the difference between them. Note

When I was 12 years old, my mother changed my name to “selection”, because in the old language, “selection” and “risk” read it. It's a rare name for a girl and I've used it all the time. I studied nursing at university, and when I rotated to maternity, I did think it was a very pleasant section. When I graduated from college, I applied to France for a two-year reciprocation, and a few months before I came home, one day at noon, I was washing dishes at my house, thinking about how my mother, who had told me how she had given birth when she was little, came out of her subconscious. It can be said that I was born of all kinds of dangers and coincidences, as if I had been blessed by heaven in the midst of meditation, and suddenly I was very grateful for what I had. After the job, instead of being a clinical nurse, I moved to a business, a high-end clinic to do a market job. The first time I've been told the story behind my name was ten years ago when the company went out to start up. The 30th and 40th were sitting on the bus, giving themselves a turn. And I didn't have much preparation before I got up with the microphone, and suddenly I came up with an inspiration and started to say my name: “I'm the winner, the pick, and I'm the one who used to say thank you, dangerously dangerously - I was born in a very dangerous situation as an extra-born child after 85 ...”.

After that, a foreign colleague came to me and said that he was touched by this sharing: "Life is heavenly conservative."

In 2018, my sister had a natural miscarriage when she was pregnant, and in order to help her out of this shadow, I contacted and subsequently joined a public-interest institution, which catered for pregnant women in crisis, provided them with psychological intervention, medical care and living resources, helped them to give birth, and also provided post-abortion care. Sometimes, I often lament that life is really amazing and that the situation that these people I'm helping now face is similar to what my mother has experienced. It's an alias.

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