For Ms. Xia Lan, SH is an abstract and hazy city, a city that never sleeps with all its prosperity. How many young girls’ youthful dreams and tears were buried in blood here; countless tough-minded men died in search of the truth.

Here, the bones of generations of heroes who have broken through and unyielding forces are buried here; more people are lost here in the overwhelming materialistic desires and eccentricities.

Prosperity, darkness, fights, gangs, and depravity have left a deep impression on you of being intoxicated and bizarre. She still remembers when she got off the train more than 20 years ago and saw the majestic train station and the wide road.

Going to a tall building fills my heart with joy and longing. Unfortunately, this emotion full of expectations is crushed by reality soon. For a foreigner who is helpless and has no friends, dreams are real.

It was too heavy, especially for an opera where the stage was not wide enough. The applause, flowers, fame and fortune turned into a dream.

It didn't take long for her to understand that in this huge metropolis, survival became the first problem to be solved. A simple and beautiful county girl became something boring in a hunting ground where cunning, greed and evil were lurking everywhere.

People's pastime is so natural.

This scene has been staged in countless TV series, and countless people have thought that they are the heroine in the story. Unfortunately, Ms. Xia Lan is not the heroine. Without the protection of the halo, she can only lose her position as the chief of the troupe in the cold eyes and ridicule.

position. Then the group leader hinted that he would fire her if she didn't embrace him. She left the group leader's office with a cold face, and was fired not long after due to personal style issues.

In this era, the problem of personal style is a very serious problem. For a time, she became a hated existence. Women who used to envy her youth and beauty pointed at her. Men who used to like her youth and beauty, she

She looked like a slut who could do anything for anyone. It was as if she had had something with her before.

Faced with all this, she gritted her teeth and persisted. She thought that giving birth to a child for the man she loved was a happy and proud thing. However, however.

In the end, she did not wait for the man who was supposed to appear, except for a bankbook with a small amount. If she could, she would tear the bankbook to pieces, but she couldn't. The reality was so cruel to her that she was not qualified to vent.

If you consider it for the sake of the child in your belly.

To her, those things before were nothing. The most painful experience in her life was probably giving birth alone in the hospital. It was an indescribable and extreme torture to her physically and mentally.

Because she was afraid that she would not get help at home, she had to go to the hospital in advance and lie down on a bench in the hospital for six or seven hours, waiting for the hospital to arrange a bed for her.

She will always remember that when she arrived at the inpatient unit, the nurse kept asking her, "Where are your family members?"

She said, "I have no family, I came alone."

The nurse said, "No, you have to call your family members. If you don't have family members, at least call your friends."

She said it didn’t matter, “I can do it alone!”

The nurse said, "Our hospital will not accept pregnant women without a card."

She smiled and said, "You can't just watch me die of pain."

The nurse had no choice but to help her go through the hospitalization procedures.

The process of childbirth is long and painful, especially when there is no one to accompany her. Seeing her pity, the nurse helped her bring a bowl of rice noodles so that she would have enough strength to last until the birth. She endured contractions every five minutes.

It hurt so much that she squatted for a while after eating a few mouthfuls. When the pain was over, she stood up to eat again. By the time she finished the bowl of rice noodles, she was already covered in sweat, as if she had been drenched in water.

She was lying on the hospital bed and listened to the mother next door wailing, but there was also her husband's comforting voice. She thought to herself, "As for that, the pain is just a little worse than that of my aunt." However, the pain became more and more intense.

She curled up every time it hurt, but luckily it was still bearable. She thought I would not scream out, I was very strong. It didn’t take long for this persistence to reach the point of grinding one’s teeth, and then escalated to losing one’s mind and starting to talk nonsense.

Talking, howling incessantly.

But she thought to herself, luckily I didn't cry.

There is no reason for those who are fighting alone to cry.

The doctor told her, stop howling, you will scare away the people who gave birth naturally.

She said, "I can't stand the pain anymore. I'm going to die."

The doctor asked her to have lunch and said, "I'll calm you down later and take a nap."

She said, "I have no appetite and no one will buy it for me. Just give it to me now."

The doctor said, "No, you have to call someone. You can call anyone from work, family, or friends."

She gave the phone number of one or two friends' work, and the doctor went to help her dial the number. He didn't say anything when he came back, and just sedated her.

After being sedated, the pain was still unbearable. She kept talking nonsense. She didn't remember what she said, she just remembered shouting.

The doctor checked the cervix again and said there was still no progress, so he pushed her into the delivery room and artificially broke her water.

After her water was artificially broken, she lay in the delivery room for several hours. The labor pains escalated again. It was so earth-shattering that she couldn't even lie down. She was rolling all over the bed, tearing, and biting.

Upon seeing this, the doctor quickly performed another internal examination on her, but after two or three hours, there was still no progress. The contractions were very good, but the cervix did not dilate. It was still three centimeters from morning to afternoon.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, she was pushed into the delivery room again. She was suffering, watching the expectant mothers being pushed in one by one, and their little heads being pulled out one by one. Her heart was racing with anxiety, and the pain was getting more and more indescribable, but there was no progress.

The doctor asked her, "Where are the absorbent pads?"

She said, "It was too late last night and I didn't buy any."

The doctor asked her to "ask her family members to buy it now."

She said, "I have no family." Fortunately, the husband of the woman in the next bed was going to buy something, so she took a hundred yuan and asked him to buy it for her. Fortunately, the other person didn't refuse and didn't even ask for her money.

She really didn't have the strength to give money to others.

Seeing how pitiful she was, and fearing that she would be too hungry to give birth, the head nurse bought her eight-treasure porridge and coconut juice with her own money. She held her down while she was struggling in labor pains, opened her mouth and drank it through a straw.

At about four or five o'clock, the doctor checked again and said that the amniotic fluid was dirty and that a caesarean section would be necessary within an hour.

The doctor asked again, "Where are your family members?"

She said, "I have no family members. I can make decisions alone and I can be responsible for myself."

Before she could finish speaking, the doctor silently took the surgery consent form that had been prepared for her to sign. After signing, several people immediately came to lift her from the delivery bed and push her from the delivery room to the operating room.

When she entered the operating room, she was terrified and felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The operation ended successfully and after the baby was washed, the doctor held her butt towards her and said, "Look, it's a boy or a girl."

She replied "Girl."

Then tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes and wet the messy hair on both sides.

The doctor was silent for a moment and said, "Hey, after all this hard work, the baby is finally born. You are so strong and come to the hospital alone. You have never cried. Why are you crying now?"

"I just thought of my mother, if she were still alive..."

------------I am just the dividing line of sadness---------

Ms. Xia Lan, standing in the cold wind of November, sent a text message to Xia Shamo, "Shamo, mom, congratulations on winning the first place."
Chapter completed!