She lowered her eyes in a somewhat decadent manner. She had just put her worn, old and old-fashioned mobile phone back into her bag. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that she had arrived at the station for a while, and saw that the car door was about to close. She was frightened.
Terrified, I struggled to carry the vegetable bag and squeezed towards the car door with all my strength.
"I'm sorry, please give way."
"sorry!!"
"Please give way."
…
In a panic, she accidentally stepped on someone's foot.
Suddenly there was a piercing cry of pain in the carriage, and she felt a strong force hit her back. The next second she flew out of the carriage and fell heavily on the hard ground.
The man who was stepped on the instep by the five-centimeter high-heeled shoes was so painful that the veins on his forehead popped out. He stared with wide red eyes and roared: "Can you walk or not? Are you walking, or are you specifically stepping on people?!"
Mu Wanqing was lying on the ground, her elbows and knees hitting the ground. Her skin was torn by the hard road surface, and dense red blood dripped out.
She turned around, faced the carriage, and nodded apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it."
The man didn't appreciate it. He snorted coldly and gave her a big roll of his eyes.
Mu Wanqing sat on the ground, watching the subway door close, then slowly start, and finally speed away.
She sat on the ground blankly for a long time, then looked at the vegetables and crucian carp that were thrown around, then stood up and slowly picked up the vegetables and crucian carp.
The surrounding passengers looked at her with strange eyes, as if they were looking at a beggar.
Putting the vegetable bag on her shoulders again, Mu Wanqing quickly walked towards the exit while raising her hand to tie up her loose black hair again.
The setting sun in early summer is golden and fiery, and everything is shrouded in a dazzling golden light.
As soon as Mu Wanqing limped to the entrance of the kindergarten, she saw from a distance a little boy wearing a white shirt, shorts, and black leather shoes, sitting obediently on a chair at the door.
Seeing that there were several little boys of his own age sitting next to him, but they were taller and much fatter than him, a hint of darkness and distress flashed through Mu Wanqing's eyes.
Her son's name is Yang Mu'an.
As the name suggests, she hopes that he will be free from illness, pain and peace throughout his life.
When An An was born, she was diagnosed with congenital heart disease by the hospital.
When she was pregnant with him, too many things happened, and she was exhausted physically and mentally. Her bad emotions directly affected the child's development and health.
After a pregnancy test, it was discovered that there was something wrong with the baby, and the doctor recommended an abort.
But how could she be willing to do so?!
She insisted on giving birth to him.
The doctor said that even if the child was born, he would not survive until he was eighteen years old.
But she just didn't believe it.
There is probably no mother in the world who would give up her child so easily.
On the day An An was born, she was lying on the hospital bed, looking at him who was so weak and thin, even crying and dying, Mu Wanqing felt heartbroken. She swore in her heart: No matter how much hardship she has to endure in this life,
No matter how much torture she suffered, even if she had to use her own heart in the future, she would still make enough money to perform surgery on her son.
Just as she was staring blankly at her son at the school gate, Yang Muan had already spotted him with sharp eyes.
He stood up excitedly, then pulled the teacher's sleeve and shouted loudly: "Teacher, my mommy is here to pick me up. Teacher, my mommy is there. Teacher, I want to go out... Mommy, Mommy,
