My sister-in-law gains weight smoothly.

　　Her body is no longer scary thin, but has a bit of flesh.

　　She has become more and more beautiful, and my brother doesn't want to return to the village anymore.

　　On the contrary, I eat a lot every day, but my weight hasn't changed at all.

　　My mother coldly gave the chicken leg in her hand to my sister-in-law and sarcastically said, "Useless thing, eating so much every day, but not gaining any weight!" She was about to give me a big lecture when my sister-in-law suddenly covered her mouth and started dry heaving.

　　She covered her chest, looking fragilely at my brother, with anxiety and dependence in her eyes.

　　"Qiangzi, I've been feeling uncomfortable lately, always feeling like throwing up." Our whole family knows what this means.

　　But a fattened pig is not qualified to have a child.

　　At night, my mother urged my brother to get rid of the child early.

　　"You accidentally had one before, what's the matter this time?" Without waiting for my brother to reply, she continued, "Hurry up and take her to the hospital, if it doesn't work, sterilize her to prevent future troubles." My brother smoked, hanging his head, and only after a while did he say, "Mom, we went to the hospital to check, it's a boy." My brother meant that he wanted to keep this child, keep my sister-in-law.

　　My mother roared, disbelief written all over her face, "Have you gone crazy? You want to keep this woman and child, and then what will we rely on to make money in the future?" She fiercely slapped my brother's face, scratching his face with her nails, "Your father is still in the hospital! Without fattened pigs, how will we earn money! Do you want your father to die?" "You ungrateful thing! I think you've lost your mind.

　　You've made such a mess over a woman you barely know, I don't want you anymore."

　　"Her voice amplified, regardless of whether the people upstairs could hear or not, 'I haven't seen you care about the previous one either!' I lifted my head with a sense of something, and my sister-in-law was standing there in the shadow on the second floor.

　　She was almost completely buried in the shadow, her mouth opening and closing, and she rubbed her stomach on and off.

　　She seemed to be talking to someone, her expression on her face seeming joyful.