Quickly spit out the dragon god's pregnant fruit

Seeing Bai Jiao's sleeping face gradually blurred, Xiao Lian reached out to wipe away his tears, but smiled again.

"Bai Jiao, don't you keep saying that I have one wish after another? If you don't wake up and take your spiritual fruit, I'm afraid I will have some new wish before I die."

"I hope you wake up quickly. Is it a new wish? You have helped me so much along the way. Can I see you again before I die? I want to thank you personally."

"My mother burned the warehouse of the Hou Mansion, and the Hou Mansion will not let it go. They will come after them one day, but at that time I'm afraid I'm already dead. I'm just a boatman, and I can't control her anymore."

"If you wake up...forget it, I'm sorry to ask you too much. Can you bury me next to grandpa and help me change the tombstone for grandpa? I didn't have money at the time, and the new tombstone might not be able to bear it Worm-eaten."

"Do you think Xia Bai, Xie Bai, General Accountant, and your other subordinates will blame me? You are a good boss Bai, and you have to follow me all the way out. You have suffered so much, but you are in a coma. Don't wake up and go back. Bai Jiao, can you wake up quickly, I'm a little scared."

Xiao Lianxu babbled so much, but Bai Jiao on the bed ignored him, and just fell asleep by himself, as if he was the biggest sleeper in the world.

Xiao Lian missed his waking up a little bit, and missed the bad-tempered boss Bai in the bamboo building who used to sleep so badly.

The boat was sailing underwater, the charcoal fire was not yet burning, and the cabin was extremely cold.

Xiao Lian shivered violently.

He looked at Bai Jiao, thought for a while, and found Bai Jiao's cloak to cover him.

When he was tucking in the quilt for Bai Jiao, he noticed with sharp eyes that something stuck out of Bai Jiao's arms - like a piece of paper.

Xiao Lian's heart skipped a beat, he pinched the horn and pulled it out.

It was actually the envelope he stuffed under Bai Jiao's pillow in Tong Shan Tang!

He remembered that old doctor Chen had whispered to Li Qing before leaving, and he immediately understood why Li Qing would lift Bai Jiao's upper body abnormally.

The envelope has already been opened.Xiao Lian opened the envelope, and there were the letter and bank notes inside.

Everything about Jiang Cheng was vivid in his mind, and Xiao Lian was in a daze. He suddenly remembered the relieved appearance of the old man when he returned to Tong Shan Tang.

The old gentleman doesn't want this bank note, so let's return it to the original owner.

"Return the banknote to you."

Xiao Lian pushed away Bai Jiao's right hand, folded the bank note and placed it in his palm, and then held it for him.Let go, but the hand is powerless to spread.

Xiao Lian helped him close it again, let go, and opened that hand again.Xiao Lian nervously went back and forth several times.

He suddenly grasped Bai Jiao's cold right hand, bent down and buried his face in Bai Jiao's hand.

Xiao Lian suddenly let out a mournful cry: "Bai Jiao, I'm dying, when will you wake up? I want to talk to you... This life is so difficult, in the next life, can you live a little happier?"

No one answered.

After a long time, the cabin warmed up, and Bai Jiao's hands also warmed up.

Xiao Lian put down his hand and stuffed Bai Jiao's hand back into the quilt.

He got up, washed his face with cold water, and then went to look in the mirror.

The eyes of the person in the mirror were a little red, but the fire was dim, so he couldn't see clearly.

Xiao Lian breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and rubbed his face, and then went to try the warm water.

The water is lukewarm, just right to drink.

He filled a cup of hot tea and placed some persimmons on a plate.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Lian walked to the door and pushed it out: "Mother, come, eat persimmons."

On the deck, Lin Niang held the lantern in one hand, stood in front of the transparent wall, and stretched out the other hand.

She didn't look back, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Xiao Lian came to her side with something dumbfounded, and said it again.

Lin Niang turned her head as if waking up from a dream, and when she saw Xiao Lianduan's things, an indescribable expression appeared on her face.It seems to be nostalgic, and it seems to carry something else.

Xiao Lian handed the water glass to Lin Niang, took the lantern from Lin Niang's hand, and stretched out the plate, signaling her to eat persimmons.

Lin Niang slowly reached out and took a dried persimmon, turned it over and over for a while to observe, then carefully stuffed it into her mouth, chewed and tasted it in small bites.

Xiao Lian kept observing her expression.

When he was three years old, his mother was washing clothes for others, and got a few persimmons by chance, so she made persimmons for him to eat.For those who are struggling, this is a rare snack.

At that time, he liked it very much, and he still wanted to eat it.

The mother only said that there will be another next year, and I will make it for him again.

Then there was a 16-year absence.

When preparing everything before, he thought that his mother would go back to Baisha Town with him, so he subconsciously bought a lot of dried persimmons.

Looking at Lin Niang's performance at this moment, maybe she is not unmoved.

But, back then, why did she...

After Lin Niang ate one persimmon, she picked up another one and began to chew it.

Xiao Lian was disturbed by her actions, and hurriedly persuaded: "Ma'am, drink some hot water to warm your stomach too. The persimmons are cold, don't eat too fast, there are still plenty."

Lin Niang looked at the water glass in her right hand, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp, then handed the glass to Xiao Lian, and asked, "Brother, do you have any wine? Wine warms the stomach better."

Xiao Lian had the lantern in one hand and the plate in the other. Seeing this, he had to carefully place the lantern on the ground, and then took the water glass: "Yes, but it's cold. Wait a minute, ma'am, I'll warm the wine."

"You don't need to warm it up, just bring it here. No matter how cold the wine is, it can warm your stomach." Lin Niang insisted.

Xiao Lian had no choice but to carefully put the plate of persimmons on the ground, and turned to get the wine.

Even so, Xiao Lian took some time to warm up the wine before walking onto the deck with the wine gourd.

But Lin Niang was sitting on the cold deck, looking at the world outside the transparent wall and eating persimmons.But there was not a single persimmon left on the plate.

"Ma'am, what are you doing? It's so cold on the ground, get up quickly."

Xiao Lian hurriedly came to her side, reaching out his hand to pull her up.

Lin Niang shook her head, took the wine gourd from Xiao Lian's hand, uncorked the wine and began to drink.

Seeing her like this, Xiao Lian felt worried for no reason. After thinking about it, he had to sit on the ground too.

As soon as he sat down, a bone-penetrating coolness spread into his body through the material of the clothes, which made him tremble.

However, after a while, it didn't feel so cold.

Lin Niang didn't look at him, she drank the wine by herself.

She drank a little too hard, Xiao Lian was very worried about her, so he reached out his hand to try to persuade her not to drink so hard.

Lin Niang waved her hand, turned her body slightly, and continued to drink.

Xiao Lian was worried that she would be drunk, so he had nothing to say, trying to get her to stop drinking: "Ma'am, the Hou Mansion must be in a rage right now, and there are still soldiers chasing after her. Where are you going? What are you going to do in the future?"

"I'm not going anywhere, I have nothing to do." Lin Niang continued to drink.

What is this called!

Xiao Lian said anxiously: "It's hard to get out of the clutches of the Marquis Mansion, you have to live, if so, how can it be nothing?"

Lin Niang finally stopped drinking. She turned her head to look at Xiao Lian, and said with a smile, "Live? I didn't want to live many years ago."

Her eyes were very confused, and her face was also strangely red, obviously a little drunk.

Xiao Lian raised his forehead: "How precious it is to be alive, don't be joking, ma'am!"

Lin Niang turned her face away, leaned forward, stretched out her arms and sprinkled the remaining wine back and forth on the deck in front of her.

Xiao Lian's eyes froze, as if it was an act of offering sacrifices.

Who is the mother paying homage to?