In the hospital, a woman with the child frantically fled, she ran from the elevator mouth, saw the elevator stay on another floor, think not want to give up the elevator, turn around from the stairs to turn down.

Everyone in the hallway watched her movements with confusion, and when she turned into the stairs, the other talents slowly slowed back to God.

Someone couldn’t help but mutter and say, “What is that woman doing?”Is she crazy?”

The nurse standing next to her heard this sentence and couldn't help but say, "Don't say so, the patient accidentally broke his head a few hours ago, and Dr. Huang said that she would check if she had any other symptoms after she woke up, and now it seems that it was a fool!"

Xu Mengzhu kept running, she wanted to run out of the hospital, and inside the empty stairs were passing the footsteps of Xu Mengzhu and her big breath.

Her body seemed to be so tired and numb that she knew she had to get out of this terrible place and then... and then... find someone to help!

That girl!

She must have a way of solving this problem.

Strange, where's that girl?

Did she say she would come at night?Why haven’t you seen her for so long?

“Mom, don’t you want me?”

There was no child’s voice behind him.

It was cold, without a hint of blame, but a little sad.

Xu Mengzhu was very afraid, but if there was no sound, her heart slowly picked up!

Either way, it’s all your own daughter!

As soon as she closes her eyes, she can see her daughter’s blood.

Blood, so red, so dazzling, hit her heart!

That day, that scene, become a permanent wound in her heart, no matter how long the time has passed, this injury will not fade.

It just hurts more today!

She held her son tightly in her arms, feeling that this petite and soft body was the only salvation of her heart now.

Someone once comforted her that after the birth of her son, she made up for the vacancy of her daughter, but she knew - no, in her family, everyone felt that the son had made up for the vacancy in their "child" position, but she knew that this was not the case, in her heart, there will always be a vacant seat for the daughter, even if the son is their own flesh, but no one replaced anyone, a word can be summed up.

But there is no denying that the birth of her son, let her out of the shadow of the loss of her daughter, gradually find the center of gravity of life... but that does not mean that the son completely replaced the daughter's position!

My daughter’s cry made her heart hurt.

Like a knife cut!

Like a fire!

It's like drowning!

Fear is chasing her.

The mother's love is like a shackle on her heart, and her heart is tight and painful;

If she is not holding her own son, maybe she will not have such a struggle, maybe now her daughter wants her to die, she will!

Why is my son innocent?

You can do it yourself, but your son can’t.

“Mom... it hurts...to hold her...mom...”

Why was my daughter’s voice still following her?

And the sound is... getting bigger?

As if it were in the ear?

Did she follow?

"Song, don't be afraid, don't cry, your mother will protect you..." She hugged her son, ran a little tired, just stopped, she touched her son's head with a wet hand, wanted to cry without tears kissed her son's little head, full of courage.

At this point, she found...

Her lips touched a moist, rusty smell of blood between the licks, and she could not help sticking out her tongue to lick her lips.

It's blood!

Look at the “son”!

She had been holding in her arms like a broken doll-like daughter, the daughter gently shrugged her neck, cold eyes looked at her, the corner of her mouth showed a happy and innocent smile, blood flowed from her cracked lips, dyed red her clothes...

The neck was sticky, and it seemed that there was some thread wrapped around her.

Again, it was the daughter who held out her little hand, put her arm around her neck, and wrapped her intestines around her neck.

“Ah!”She was shocked, threw her daughter to the ground, turned around and ran.

But when she turned around, she regretted it.

In any case, she is a mother, the child fell, even if she fell herself, she will love her daughter.

She turned around and asked Little Red, was it okay?Does it hurt?

But she turned and saw her daughter lying on the ground, motionless, but turning her face to her, looking at her with innocent eyes.

For a moment, she was crying.

My daughter remembers this way.

That day, the car ran over the body of a young child, once at a time, over and over again, and crushed the bones of the child's body and the internal organs.When she rushed to the hospital to see the last side of her daughter, she saw this way, a child like a doll without a bracket, collapsed in the hospital bed.

She went back.

The footsteps are so heavy.

She went to her daughter, knelt down, and held her hands tightly to her knees.

“Red, what do you want your mother to do?”She asked bitterly, and the voice choked in her throat, and the tears rolled down her cheeks, hot and spicy, burning her dry skin.

Inside the no-man's life-saving passageway, she was crying.

Crying for a long time.

The child lying on the ground slowly raised his hand and reached out and touched her cheek.

At this moment, she was more like a child, and her daughter was a gentle mother.

The child gently wiped away her tears, her lips gently opened, and said...