Although this child was unhealthy and destined to be unborn, she still felt the pain of separation when she lost it.
She was obviously under anesthesia, so she shouldn't feel any pain, but it really hurt, it hurt... It was like something connected to her blood had been forcibly taken away from her body.
She bit her lower lip sadly, not daring to let herself cry.
She couldn't help but think that it would be great if there was a medicine in the world that could cure the pain in her heart.
Her face was wet, and she couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears.
She couldn't open her eyes. The operating light above her head was so bright, but she only saw darkness.
She felt her heartbeat and counted it, counting the time when the operation would start and counting the time when the operation would end.
4872,4873,4874,4875……
She counted this and it was over.
She was pushed out of the operating room and transferred to the ward. The little nurse who made the phone call for her before silently returned the phone to her.
She took it slowly and deleted the number she was once most familiar with.
No need, no need anymore.
The three most superfluous things in the world are: a summer coat, a winter fan, and diligence after heartbreak and despair.
Just before entering the operating room, she huddled on the stretcher in pain, so eager to get some comfort from him.
She was so scared, she really wanted to see him, really wanted to hear his voice, just say a few words.
She almost fainted from the pain, but she still held on, just to wait until he could answer. Even if he couldn't come, he could just comfort her, just don't leave her and let her face such a terrible thing alone.
everything.
However, she waited for nothing after all.
The only thing she waited for was to go to the operating table alone, bear the pain of losing her child alone, and then lie alone in this cold ward.
The nurse told her that the anesthetic would gradually dissipate and the wound would hurt a little, but she could no longer tell whether it was the wound or distress.
The moment he turned around, her life was in depression.
Do you blame him? Do you hate him?
No, no resentment, no hatred.
In fact, he was right. He originally asked her to take the after-effect medicine just to nip it in the bud. He didn't expect that this would happen.
He didn't break up with her because he had a mistress. He made it clear to her, so why should she bother with it?
One person is afraid of being alone, and two people are afraid of being let down.
It's not that he feels sorry for her, but that she doesn't understand one thing: liking is natural, but love needs to be learned.
Xi Murong said that there is no fate of separation and aging in this world, only hearts that are willing to love and those that are unwilling to love.
She thought that was right. From now on, she would also put away her heart of love.
Don't rely on someone easily, because he will become your habit. When separation comes, what you lose is not a person, but your spiritual support.
So no matter when and where you are, you must learn to walk independently. Only in that way will you walk more calmly.
Learning to take things lightly is the best way to protect yourself.
Unhappiness is not always something life owes you.
In the face of love, only by having a normal heart can you have the courage to face the high mountains and high mountains, the distances of mountains and rivers, and the joys and sorrows.
Since you didn't get what you wanted, it's better to be relieved.
Many things are like the weather, getting hotter or colder gradually. By the time you wake up, a season has passed unknowingly, and it is no longer the same spring or autumn anymore.
Growth is a matter of a moment. Growth means gradually being gentle, restrained, simple, not complaining, not asking, not remembering, and gradually realizing the magnificence of life in silence.
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Memories, so far.
Time flies, nine years later.
Jimilan sat on the sofa, holding a pillow, and was in a daze for a long time.
In the ruts of the carriage of time, memories are far away.
Who has walked through whose youth, leaving behind a flower-like smile. Who has stayed in whose flower season, warming the purest heart. Who has disappeared from whose rainy season, flooding with sad tears.
.
Across the distance of such a big city, their smiles could not penetrate the hustle and bustle, but they finally met again at a certain moment.
But, what about after the reunion?
She frowned subconsciously, not knowing how to answer.
"Milan, what's wrong with you? What happened?" Her roommate asked with concern.
She shook her head lightly, "I'm fine, Hibiscus."
Hibiscus, the roommate who shares this apartment with her, is a truly famous lady, but she is also a single woman who is divorced and frustrated.
The two of them are quite destined, one is called Milan and the other is called Hibiscus, both are flower names.
Being able to meet each other, living together, and working in the same hospital, both of them think this is a rare adventure, so they both cherish this friendship.
One day, friendship and love meet, and love asks friendship: Why do you still exist when there is me in the world?
Friendship said with a smile: Love will make people cry, but friendship exists to help people wipe away their tears.
This is how she and Hibiscus became best friends and close friends.
The two of them each have a love story, and they also know each other's thoughts.
"Milan, you can't fool me, nor can you fool yourself. Have you... met him again?"
Hibiscus has a blue heart, so you can guess right.
She smiled helplessly, "I really can't hide anything from you!"
"Then do you want to talk to me? How does it feel when an ex-boyfriend you haven't seen for nine years suddenly appears in front of you?"
She secretly thought that her first feeling was of course an accident, but what surprised her even more was that there was no other feeling except accident.
"How is he? Has he changed much?"
She thought about it, what should I say? After nine years, of course he would change a little, becoming more mature and charming. She was not surprised at all. She had known for a long time that he was not a creature of the pool, so for him
She didn't feel any surprise about the change.
What confused her was that they were supposed to have a quick glance and then disappear into the vast sea of people just like before, but he actually asked her for her mobile phone number.
Maybe he didn't mean anything else, maybe it was just a courtesy, but she still didn't want to give it, but they met again at the entrance of the hospital, and if he was determined, he could always find her.
She gave her phone number, and he shook her with his cell phone.
She smiled and put her hands in her pockets without saving because she felt there was no need for them to contact each other again.
The past has long passed. Just because I was young at the time, I thought too much about the future. I ran as fast as I could on that track called time. Just because I was young at the time, I thought love was too important. I thought I could get there just like that.