In the Gynecology Department of a private hospital in Sakagawa, Japan, a boy named Ryo Matsuno was born with a loud cry.
In a ward of a private hospital in Sakagawa City, a young mother with heavy makeup on her face was lying on the hospital bed with a blank expression. Rather than calling her a mother, she was more like a young girl. Ling, who had just been born, was sleeping soundly beside the girl.
"(Japanese) Miss Matsuno, it was a natural birth. The mother and son are safe, and the baby is very cute. The nurse's gaze fell on the mother and son. She looked at the girl with a dull gaze and sighed before leaving.
The girl did not speak, nor did she look at the newborn child. Only despair appeared in her pitch-black pupils.
The young girl was very beautiful, and even her heavy makeup could not hide her beauty and age. The young mother's head moved, and her gaze fell on the baby beside her. She was calm and disgusted, without the joy and excitement of a new mother.
Could the seventeen-year-old her shoulder the responsibility of a mother? Could she really afford the living expenses and education expenses of her child? Give up. The current her shouldered the responsibility of not being called a " mother "…
The girl left the hospital quietly with the child. No one was alarmed or concerned. In this cold and indifferent hospital, no one had extra pity or care for the mother and son.
They were in a dark alley. Dark and dirty alleys like this could be seen everywhere in Sakagawa City. There were always many places where the sun could not reach in a modern city with bright and bright lights. The girl tightened the blanket on the baby and threw him into an abandoned cardboard box. Then, she left without saying a word.
No one would find him and give him a complete and warm home…
Don't hate me. I'm not worthy of being your mother…
I'm sorry...
On the bustling street, the crying girl ran away…
Wang Songlin felt very cold. His eyelids were as heavy as lead. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw the starry night sky. He seemed to be lying in a narrow paper box.
Where am I? I…Why am I here…Baby? How did I become a baby? Reborn? Transmigration? Wang Songlin thought in a daze,
So cold, have I been abandoned again, ha…Wang Song Lin's intermittent
The thin blanket couldn't withstand the increasingly cold autumn wind, and her tender body trembled slightly because she couldn't stand the cold.
Ah…what a failure. I've been abandoned for the second time.
Outside the dark alley was a bustling street. There was a lot of traffic and people coming and going. The alley was cold and chaotic. A little life was facing death as soon as it was born.
Ta, ta, ta, ta... The footsteps were getting closer and closer, very light.
Who's here? Damn it, I'm losing consciousness.
It's a young girl who has returned, quietly watching this little life.
"(Japanese) Damn it, didn't we get discovered..." The girl who had just given birth muttered to herself with a pale face.
I don't understand Japanese…
Wang Song Lin felt his body lighten and then he was surrounded by warmth. He struggled to open his eyes and finally saw the girl in front of him clearly.
"(Japanese) His eyes are so big, just like that person…"
The girl hugged the baby and laughed at herself. She looked at the baby with a complicated gaze and finally sighed and left quietly.
Just like when we came here, we're still two when we leave
The dividing line four years later…
Four years later, in an apartment in Sakagano City,
It was really a small Japanese style apartment with two bedrooms and a living room with a small bathroom. It was a standard apartment for a family of three. To the mother and son, the living room was a little spacious. There was a small figure lying on a newspaper on the tatami mat. The chandelier overhead emitted a soft white light. The child's attention was focused on the newspaper, and his long, smooth black hair slid down his shoulders to cover his small face.
After letting out a sigh like an adult, the child raised his head and revealed a pale and thin face. This was the former Wang Songlin. The current Matsuno Ling Ling had long black hair and a small face that could make many aunties and young girls shout "Kawaii". He had a pair of big black eyes, a small nose, thin eyebrows, and a medium-sized mouth. When combined, he really had a beautiful small face. Ling had inherited the appearance of his mother Matsuno Rieko very well and was 70% similar. Congratulations, congratulations
After four years of being a child, Ling had accepted the fact that he was a child again. Moreover, the soul and intelligence of an adult made Ling a " child prodigy " in the neighbors 'mouths. He could read and write at the age of four, never crying like other children, and could even take care of himself. He was a little too obedient and sensible.
At this moment, this beautiful little face was at a loss. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed as she muttered something to herself.
" This is Japan, but what kind of world is this…"
The world that Ling lived in was very different from the world in his previous life. These were the differences that Ling had learned from the newspapers and books. Compared to the previous life, where the Soviet Union was the leader of the imperial camp, the United States was the leader of the capitalist federal camp, and the Chinese Federation was the leader of the federal camp, including Japan, the world was in a stable state of three pillars, presenting a scene of peace and prosperity.
However, this had nothing to do with Ling. He would not dwell on Japan under the rule of the Chinese Federation. After all, this was too far away from the life of Ling and his mother.
"Clack." The sound of unlocking came from the entrance.
" Welcome home, mother!" Rin skillfully took Rieko's coat and hung it up before following her mother back to the living room.
Rieko had light makeup on her pretty face. At 21 years old, she was at the most beautiful age for women. Her simple clothes could not hide her charm. Her skin was fair, her eyes were bright, and her white shirt puffed up high, unable to restrain her voluptuous breasts. Her casual movements seemed to be about to break out of her clothes. Her waist was slender and slender, and her hips were exaggeratedly undulating, outlining her hot curves. Coupled with the mature temperament of a wife, she was a complete beauty.
" Yes, I'm back. I ordered takeout for dinner. Call me when you arrive." Rieko's expression was almost cold, and her tone was calm and distant. She did not have the love a mother had for her child.
The woman went back to her room and changed into a comfortable white home dress. She became lazy and took out a can of beer from the refrigerator. After gulping it down, she let out a long sigh.
"Ah ~~ Sure enough, a beer is the best after work." The woman lay lazily on the tatami in the living room. She did not have the experienced temperament of someone who had just returned home. Instead, she looked like a decadent middle-aged uncle.
Ling had long been used to his mother's appearance. Women were not good at cooking, and she was too lazy to cook. Other than beer in the refrigerator, there were all kinds of fast food lunchboxes that could be eaten as long as they were heated up.
Ding-dong. The takeout has arrived.
After paying, the mother and son put their palms together and said emotionlessly,"I'm starting." Then, they ate their dinner silently. The woman was the first to put down her chopsticks. Then, she slowly sipped her beer. She didn't say anything. Her pupils were unfocused. No one knew what she was thinking about.
Ling finished his dinner slowly and tidied up everything. He saw his mother, who was exhausted from a long day of work, stand up and say a simple " good night " before leaving the table and returning to her room to rest.
Behind her, Ling watched her return to her room and also said "good night" before silently returning to her room.
"Hard work, Mother."
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