In February 1945, He Yuzhu, who was ten years old, was about to catch up with his mother who was having a difficult time giving birth, and his father was asked by the Japanese to take charge of the ladle. The system forced me to go to Dongtangzi Hutong to hire an obstetrician, but the place was in chaos during the war. I ran all the way clutching the white-flour steamed buns I got in exchange for signing in. When I bumped into an old man selling candied haws on an alley, he gave me a silver needle - said to be a life-saving needle handed down from our ancestors. By the time I dragged Dr. Lin back to the yard, my mother was already in so much pain that she could no longer move. I clutched the needle tightly and gambled with my life. This courtyard house has to be supported by my ten-year-old child.
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He knew nothing about the old lady's background, and he just wanted to draw a clear line quickly to avoid incurring a debt of gratitude. This is the original text
Just now, your mother was helping you at home when she had a difficult childbirth. Now she hasn't even left the door yet. She didn't say thank you, so she quickly drew a clear line. You are so pure and white-eyed.
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He knew nothing about the old lady's background, and he just wanted to draw a clear line quickly to avoid incurring a debt of gratitude. This is the original text Just now, your mother was helping you at home when she had a difficult childbirth. Now she hasn't even left the door yet. She didn't say thank you, so she quickly drew a clear line. You are so pure and white-eyed. Chapter 3