God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Amin was born in the summer.

He was born in the hottest weather. He cried so loudly that the midwife bit her lower lip unbearably. Finally, the midwife turned her head and looked at the woman who had just given birth on the bed:

"Are you really going to throw it away? Why don't you just throw it away? You are too young and you will probably die if you throw it out——"

Before the midwife could finish her words, she was interrupted by the woman on the bed.

The woman on the bed was pale because she had sweated so much during childbirth that almost all of her hair was stuck to her skin, strands like slimy, winding black snakes.

Her voice was hoarse at the moment, but still as sharp as a sharp weapon:

"Raise him? How to raise him? He is a bastard! He is also a sick bastard. Where do I get the money to raise him? Ah? Where do I get the money to raise him?"

The woman cried as she spoke. Although she looked young, her whole person looked like a walking corpse:

"Even if he makes a living, even if he makes a living, how will he tell others when they ask him what his mother does?"

"Are you saying that his mother is a prostitute? Or are you saying that her mother is worse than a prostitute?"

The midwife stayed where she was for a moment.

The newborn child was still crying loudly. He seemed to be aware that his mother wanted to throw him away.

The woman retracted into the quilt and stuffed her head into the pillow, as if she didn't want to hear the child's cry:

"Go away! Throw him out! I don't want to see him again!"

The woman shouted sharply, her voice trembling and suppressing her crying, and her words could not hide the hatred and disgust.

As long as this child exists for a day, it will remind her of the pain in the past. Even if she is still living in pain, she does not want to be reminded that she is as dirty as mud every time she sees this child.

What's more, in this environment, how can she have other energy to support a child?

impossible.

The woman huddled up in bed, her lips were bitten to pieces and were bloody, and the bone-crushing pain almost destroyed her whole body.

A bastard, a sick bastard, how could she raise him?

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The weather outside was very hot, and the midwife was an older, middle-aged woman. She couldn't bear to see the little baby with white hair and pink eyes in her arms, but she finally threw him away.

Out of some sense of compassion, when the midwife threw him away, she deliberately placed him with the swaddling clothes in a shadow where the sun couldn't reach him, and then walked away, looking back three times.

In the shadows, a newborn baby boy was lying next to the trash can. His pink eyes were blinking and blinking. Water flowed down his eyes and soon soaked the cloth around him.

When he was hungry, the baby boy closed his eyes and howled loudly. The piercing cry made everyone passing by cover their ears and glance at him, but it was just a glance.

It’s not like no one came up to see him. When a tall man passed by, he squatted down and turned over the crying baby boy. His tone was a little pity:

"He's a sick person. Otherwise, he could be taken back and fed. If he survives, he won't even have to pay his wages."

"If I don't have that kind of luck, it seems I can only starve to death."

The companion next to him had a cigarette in his mouth and said vaguely:

"Ninety-nine percent of the children thrown in the trash can belong to prostitutes and girls nearby. They are thrown away if they can't afford to raise them. Most of them starve to death and freeze to death, and a small number of them will be killed by people like us. Take it back and feed it to keep him--"

The companion seemed to have remembered something. He was stunned for a few seconds and shook his head mockingly:

"That's not necessarily the case. There are also people who get kicked to death by people like us. It's annoying."

The squatting man sighed, stood up, looked at the baby boy still crying on the ground, and said:

"Let's go, let's go. We still have a batch of goods coming to our door. We need to sort them into categories quickly."

"Huh? No more support?"

"What are you raising? It's okay to feed him, but he's sick from the looks of it. Do I have the spare money to treat a little thing who's not my son?"

"Too……"

"..."

The figures of the two men were getting further and further away, leaving only the baby boy still lying on the ground, his voice was hoarse from crying.

It was getting dark, and there were more and more mosquitoes next to the trash can. The mosquitoes bit the baby boy's exposed skin, and soon there was a large red and swollen area.

The baby boy was in pain, but his crying sound became smaller and smaller, like the subtle cry of mosquitoes and flies.

A woman passing by heard the faint cry of a baby. She turned her head blankly and looked at the baby boy next to the trash can. Her pupils narrowed when her eyes touched the baby boy's white hair.

She screamed, rushed forward, knelt down, and took the baby boy out of the garbage. He lay on the ground and kept whimpering in pain.

"A Ming, mother's A Ming, mother's A Ming, where have you been? Why have you become so small?"

There was clearly something wrong with the woman's nervous state.

Under the moonlight, there were even unknown scales glowing with golden light floating on the side of her face, like the movements of fish gills opening and closing, which was very strange.

But the baby boy didn't know anything about it. He leaned into the woman's warm embrace, as if he felt someone was taking him. His crying became smaller and smaller. The baby boy smacked his lips and slowly closed his eyes.

After the baby boy fell asleep, the woman looked at the baby boy with his eyes closed and leaning on her chest, and her eyes became very soft for a moment.

She lowered her head, carefully held the child in her arms, straightened up, and limped along the deserted street, muttering something in her mouth.

"Amin, Amin, you are my mother's Amin..."

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As I grew up, for some reason the woman in my memory turned into a man.

The man asked him to call himself boss and said that he had opened a "beauty show" because "he" liked to see beautiful people and animals very much.

The response from the performance of "Beauty Show" was very good, and the boss was very happy about it. He sat on the first floor every day, chanting untuned children's songs, and behaved strangely.

A Ming gradually felt something was wrong.

As the performance of "Beauty Show" began, everything around them became crazy and distorted, as if everyone was changed by an inexplicable force.

Amin was a little scared after realizing this. In a panic, he wanted to seek the boss who raised him, but when he stepped onto the seventh floor, he heard a shocking secret.

"If one life is exchanged for another, can you use A Ming's life to exchange for my A Ming to survive?"

A Ming stood in front of the door, what he had just heard echoing in his ears.

He went downstairs in a daze, tears flowing from his eyes to his mouth.

A Ming licked his tears and wanted to cry even more.

is bitter.

Soon, the boss came down from the seventh floor. She looked at A Ming standing in the center of the living room and said hello with a smile.

"A Ming, come here and do me a favor."

A Ming wiped his tears in a panic and responded to his boss with a smile.

"coming."

It doesn't matter, if it weren't for you, I would have died long ago. It would be too painful to starve to death in a trash can, but I still lived for more than ten years. Such a long time is enough.

It is normal for him to be born on the hottest day and die on the hottest day.

A Ming thought.