Three Women in the Cage

Mother Yang looked at her daughter with a pale face, staring blankly at the roof without saying a word. She was a little worried, but didn't know how to persuade her.

I once advised her to take a gamble, thinking that no matter what, she couldn't give birth to daughters one after another, so she had a lucky mentality for a while.

How could he not want his daughter to suffer so much injustice, but in the end he was not able to get what he wanted.

She wondered why God couldn't give his poor daughter a son? She just wanted a son, why was it so difficult?

He sighed, wrapped the baby in the cloth, and held it gently.

"Let's give her a name? After all, the child is born," said Yang's mother with a helpless sigh.

Yang Yu's dazed look finally came back to his senses.

Her eyes were red, tears silently streaming down her face, and she mumbled "Name?"

It was time to give the child a name. Yang Yu didn't know how to face this child. He had bet everything on her, but she had made him lose everything.

Should I hate her?

Blame her?

For a moment she wanted to hate and complain!

She hated why she was not a boy.

This way, at least I can see a glimmer of hope.

But at this moment, even a little hope has become a luxury.

She seemed to see the unscrupulous ridicule of the villagers, laughing at her for risking a huge fine to give birth to a son, but in the end it was all in vain.

She glanced at the baby who was wrapped in Yang's mother's arms and placed beside her bed. His face was wrinkled and looked a bit masculine.

He is not a good-looking person, but if you look at his face for a moment, he seems to look like a man.

At this moment, she thought that she was a boy, and she thought that Yang's mother must not have looked carefully.

But she no longer had the courage to identify it, she was afraid of feeling suffocated again.

Just fool yourself like this.

"Call me Zhang Xin!" Yang Yu murmured with a deathly pale face.

This person who makes me sad, heartbroken, and heartbroken.

This person made me lose all hope, despair, and blood.

My heart is filled with thoughts, and my heart is dejected and cold, and no ripples can arise anymore.

"Zhang Xin, Xin? This name is good, it means caring in the future!" Yang's mother murmured to herself.

Yang Yu didn't explain anything.

Mother Yang didn't ask her any more questions.

They just remained silent like that.

Tian Yun stood aside, looking at them with mixed feelings. In the end, she did not take a step forward, nor did she say any words of comfort. After standing for a while, she walked out on her own.

As soon as he went out, he ran into Yang's father and Yang Yi who had rushed back.

"How is Yu'er?"

"Are you giving birth?"

They asked anxiously.

"I just gave birth. It's okay. Don't worry. Mom is taking care of her inside," Tian Yun said a little tiredly, with a hint of sadness between her brows.

When Mr. Yang heard that everything was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, that's good."

Yang Yi looked at his wife's tired face, walked up to her with some heartache, and hugged her, "Thank you for your hard work!"

None of them asked the boys or girls?

What they care about is the safety of mother and child or mother and daughter.

Obviously they knew that everything was safe and they relaxed.

In the end, it was Tian Yun who spoke first. "It's... a girl."

She felt uncomfortable, as if she felt the helplessness of being oppressed as a woman, and she wanted to cry.

Yang Yi was stunned at first, then he returned to normal, "Boys and girls are the same, it's okay, Yu'er will figure it out."

He patted his wife's back and comforted her softly.

In Yang Yi's heart, he doesn't care much about boys or girls. On the contrary, he prefers girls, like Huanhuan, whom he really likes.

But he also knew that his sister was born in such a secular world and had no son, so she could not hold her head up in her husband's family and the village. Naturally, he hoped that she could get what she wanted so that he could live a better life.

But now it seems that it is fate that plays tricks on her, and the girl can only accept it.

On the contrary, Yang's father frowned. He had been through the same thing before and naturally knew the importance of having a son.

Coupled with the recent family planning policy, I’m afraid my daughter will have no hope of giving birth to a son in the future.

Thinking about her future misfortunes and hardships, tears welled up in my eyes and I wiped them away silently.

Huanhuan suddenly came over and seeing how silent they all were, she couldn't help but cautiously ask, "Aunt? Did Mom give birth to a little brother?"

They didn't expect that Huanhuan, such a young child, would also care about this issue, and were a little stunned for a moment.

"Why do you ask if it's your brother?" Yang Yi asked while stroking her face with concern.

Huanhuan murmured sadly, "Because Mom wants a younger brother, and I don't want Mom to be sad, so, uncle? ...Is it...a younger brother?"

She looked at Yang Yi eagerly, and when she saw Yang Yi was silent, she looked at Tian Yun.

Because Tian Yun was still heartbroken and not familiar with Huanhuan, she didn't know how to talk to her about this issue and could only remain silent.

Seeing that none of them answered her, Huanhuan could only look at Father Yang beside her with tears in her eyes.

"Grandpa? Did mom give birth to a younger brother?" Huanhuan asked in a crying voice.

She was afraid that what she had worried about before would happen and her mother would not be able to bear it and would be sad.

She didn't want to see her mother's sad and hurt eyes, nor did she want to hear her mother's disappointed and helpless sigh.

She was also afraid of the cold looks of her grandparents and the disdainful gaze of her father when she returned.

"Wuwuwu...Mom?" She finally started crying. She cried for her mother and for herself. She felt extremely sad.

Yaya watched her sister crying and started crying too.

For a moment, the outside was filled with sobbing sounds.

Yang Yi couldn't bear it, and picked up the two children with some discomfort. As he walked out, he comforted them, "Don't cry, your faces are all red from crying. Your mother will feel bad if she sees it."

"Mom just gave birth and needs to rest now. She's very tired. Don't you want to disturb her rest?"

When they heard that their mother was tired and needed to rest, they stopped crying and just sobbed.

"Whether mom gives birth to a brother or a sister, you are all mom's good children. Mom loves you all the same, okay?"

"I understand, uncle... woo woo woo"

Yang Yu had already heard the sobbing cries of Huanhuan and the others outside, but her heart had long been as still as dead water, without any ripples. She still had her lifeless eyes open, staring at the ceiling in a daze like a sculpture.

She herself has fallen into a bottomless abyss and cannot extricate herself. She is like a drowning person and cannot save herself. How can she save her children?

She seemed not to hear their cries, and like an ostrich, she wanted to escape the noise for the moment and just curl up quietly in a corner.

She wanted to abandon everything and not care about anything!

She was so exhausted that it felt as if all her strength had been drained away, like a candle in the wind, swaying on the verge of collapse. She just wanted to lie down like a tired fallen leaf, close her eyes, and sleep from then on, never to wake up again.

No longer feel pain, helplessness, sadness or despair about anything.

How she wished she could be like a child again, return to her original state, throw all the hidden thoughts in her heart to the blue sky and cry unrestrainedly once...