On a rainy day in February, in the middle of the night at a district hospital, on a bench there was a mother holding her newly born child in her arms, looking at her newborn daughter with an indignant face. The more she looked at the child's red face, the more she hated him.
When it was born, others wanted to throw it away, scolding it for being unlucky, and its father hated it so much that he didn't even bother to be present on the day of its birth, leaving his wife in the room to give birth to that unlucky thing. Went out drinking and didn't come back until the next day. Because she was a daughter-in-law in a well-off family with plenty of food, a large family, and a tradition of favoring men over women, when she found out that this child was a daughter, she had to endure a lot of gossip from her husband's family and her family. With the disparaging words - "a woman who doesn't know how to give birth", she had no interest in him, so she brought him back to his grandparents to raise and let him live or die.