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Women not only have to conceive in October, they also have to endure all sorts of abnormalities during pregnancy. The mother also has to endure the highest level of pain during childbirth, and after birth, she has to face postpartum depression, and her body is deformed, which is something that men cannot understand.

My mother had experienced it herself, but she still let me in. She knew how much it hurt.

I looked at my brother and couldn't help but say, "Simple? Why don't you have a baby? "

I looked at my brother and looked him over. I really didn't want to be his sister, if I could. I didn't even want to be his family.

My mother had been holding onto me all this time, and her hands were as smooth as a snake wrapped around my wrist. The touch reminded me of Cheng Ruojun's hands.

I shook them off and said to my brother, "You only know that men want to protect their families and protect their countries, but now there are a few men who will go to the army, and even if there are a few men who will go to the most dangerous lines, like you, you will stay at home and you won't go without military training. Not every man would become a soldier or a dangerous person, but almost every woman would give birth to a bed and go to the gates of hell. You say that men work to support their families, and now there are a few men who can afford to support their families. Modern society's women not only have to work, they also have to do housework, they have to take care of the elderly, and they have to serve their children. Just like the previous television shows, the program of Dad taking care of his children is called "Where's Dad going?" "Dad's Return", while the program of Mom's is called "Mom is Superman." "

I kept trembling as I said this, and for the first time in my life I was tough on my brother. My mother froze, and her face was blank.

My brother looked at me. His face was green and white, and at last he had an evil smile on his face. He said, "Even if you don't want to, you're going to give birth."

I was shocked by my brother's expression. I didn't expect him to be so disgusting.

Yes, that was what men thought. After all, they weren't the ones who were suffering, so whatever happened to women had nothing to do with him.

"You're being unreasonable." I heard my brother say coldly.

It turned out that it was an act for a woman not to have children.

I took a deep breath and tried to fight back the urge to hit, but at that moment, my hand was yanked, and then my mother slapped me in the face, and my head tilted to the side, and my ears buzzed, and I didn't know how hard my mother was pushing.

I heard my mother say, "What are you talking to a man about? Can he understand? Having children is a matter for us women. If you think it's unfair, you can become a man. "

I kept quiet, not saying a word. I lowered my head and stared at the tiles on the ground.

"You are my daughter, I am doing this for your own good. After you were born, everyone advised me to throw you away, but just how many girls in our village were born to be trampled to death by someone? Not only did I not step on you, I even raised you up well, how can you not be satisfied?"

As I listened to my mother's words, I felt worse and worse. My brother and I were born of the same mother, and just because he was a man and I was a woman, he had been held in his hands since he was a child.

I wanted to leave, but my mother held on to me and said, "Your father and I are old, if you don't work hard, do you want me and your father to go out on the streets and beg for food? And your brother, he's still young and plans to go abroad to study in the future. How is he worse than others?

My mother spoke very sincerely, but that was what she thought. She didn't think about me at all.

"I've already asked your little brother to help you find her at school. When you have time, come over and see her. Later, you must hold that little girl, you can't let her get on."

I'm wide awake.

Not long ago, I thought it was hateful to quarrel with my parents and disobey them, but now I wake up.

I don't have the right to choose whether I am born or not, I don't have the right to choose my parents. Everything about me is set, and if I had the choice I would rather not have been born, or drowned in a bucket of water right after I was born.

But my parents are different, they can choose, they can choose not to be born, but they are born, they should understand that the world is not beautiful, they should be prepared before I arrive, they should be responsible when they are born, they should not keep telling me how hard it is to raise me, they should love me, they should give me material protection.

I tried to understand, to hold back my tears, and then I looked up at my mother, my face still burning with pain. There was no saving them, and I would not save them.

"I'm not going to hurt anyone."

My solemn tone might have frightened my mother, who just stood there and didn't say anything.

"I won't listen to you anymore." "You're not doing it for me, you're doing it for yourselves."

My mother's face went white, and for a moment her face twisted. She raised her hand to hit me, and I grabbed my mother's wrist. I wasn't going to give her a chance to hit me again, I wasn't going to let anyone hit me.

My mother froze. She did not expect me to disobey her. She was trembling with anger. She tried to break free of my grasp, but she failed.

There was a surge of air in my chest, and I said, word for word, "Don't lie anymore, I won't believe it."

My mother looked at me, her expression gradually turning to one of fear.