Quickly spit out the dragon god's pregnant fruit

The little nun couldn't pretend to be begging.

She couldn't help but slumped on the chair, with the flagon in front of her.She drank heavily and cried loudly.

The child was frightened by her and cried too.

But she was only immersed in her own world and could not hear any sound.

Because of her bad relationship with the scholar, she was kicked out of the nunnery, the home where she lived for 18 years.

She had a hard time giving birth to a scholar and devoted herself to raising the child.

She struggled to make a living, her hands were rough and chapped, and her face was haggard.

But only in exchange for a firm farewell letter and heart-wrenching humiliation and scolding.

Her life was really ridiculous.

What's the point of living?

The more she drank, the more drunk she was, laughing instead of crying.

She stood up suddenly, stumbled and walked outside.

The child followed behind her and kept calling for his mother.

She couldn't hear it.

The little nun staggered to the river and sat there.

She looked at the water that could not see the other side at a glance, and she wanted to jump down.

But the river wind blew past, which temporarily cleared her chaotic mind.

Why?Damn it was the culprit who caused her miserable life, that scholar!

Where is he?

She is going to find him.

She tried to stand up, but her legs and feet were weak, and she fell back to the seat, and she was dizzy from the fall.

She was drunk and vomited.

A hand appeared and patted her on the back gently.

She turned her head to look at the owner of that hand, but got lost in those familiar eyes.

Four years ago, those eyes looked at her and smiled countless times.

For four years she had dreamed about those eyes countless times, and then woke up crying.

She was about to find the owner of these eyes, but at this moment he was sent to her.

Not knowing where the strength came from, she grabbed the hand and pushed the eyes into the water.

She smiled happily as she watched the splashing water flood her eyes.

Drunkenness welled up, she vomited again, and after she vomited, she fell into a drowsy sleep...

The candlelight in the lantern was not warm enough, Xiao Lian felt colder and colder.

He wrapped his arms around his knees and buried his head between his arms, but he couldn't stop the coldness.

He raised his head abruptly and said, "It's too cold here, please wait for me, ma'am, I'll fetch the charcoal basin."

Before Lin Niang could reply, he got up, stumbled back to the house, and came out with the charcoal basin after a long time.

Lin Niang looked up at him.

But he didn't look at Lin Niang, he just put the charcoal basin between the two of them, and he sat a little further away.

The heat from the charcoal basin dispelled the cold slightly.

Lin Niang clapped her hands, but her mouth was full of alcohol.

She stretched her hand over the charcoal basin to warm the fire: "It's quite cold, brother, do you still want to hear it?"

"think."

When she woke up again, the little nun's alcohol was completely over.

Seeing herself lying by the river, she was a little confused.

But the child was not by her side, she called out subconsciously while trying to remember where the child had gone.

Suddenly, she turned her head to look at the choppy river in a daze.

Those hands are unnaturally small, how could they belong to a scholar?

It was her own child who was pushed into the river by her own hands!

She burst into tears and shouted the child's name into the river.

She beat her chest and stomped her feet, she grabbed the ground with her head, she burned all inside, regretted that she was drunk, and wished she could die immediately.

She did.

She walked into the river step by step, from the shallow bank to the deep water.

She went to the river to float her up, and her feet couldn't touch the ground.

The cold river water poured into her mouth and nose, she couldn't breathe, but she instinctively survived.

She splashed the water for a long time, but struggled back to the river bank again.

She lay on the ground, coughing hard.

The river wind blew past, and she shivered severely.

She despised her hypocrisy, she still wanted to die.

But the thought that rose from the bottom of her heart made her temporarily dispel the thought of thinking.

She hated herself for poisoning, and even more for poisoning the scholar.

The scholar caused her to lose everything.

She must have revenge!

But she couldn't find an enemy.

The scholar disappeared again.

The little nun suppressed the almost gushing resentment and wrote a letter.

She said that she loves scholars deeply, and that she doesn't mind not being famous, and she only hopes to be able to follow scholars.

She also said that the child missed the scholar very much, and how many times he called his father in his dreams and woke up crying.

This time, her pigeon did not come back.

Over the past 16 years, regrets have tormented her, and resentment has supported her to live.

She has been tossing around in the area where that kind of letter paper is circulated, not letting go of even a little bit of news.

She also kept entrusting someone to send letters to the nunnery master, trying to get forgiveness, but never got a reply.

"Then how did the aunt come to Jiangcheng all this time?"

Xiao Lian turned to look at Lin Niang.

After hearing this, Lin Niang raised her eyes to look at him, and saw the light from the charcoal basin shining on Xiao Lian's face, making his eyes more and more like those of the child in her memory.

She raised her hand to touch Xiao Lian's face in a daze, and Xiao Lian dodged for a moment.

This charcoal basin is in the way.

Lin Niang felt that she was a little far away from him, so she wanted to support her with her hands, and moved closer to Xiao Lian, wanting to see more clearly.

"Be careful!" A big hand tightly grasped her hand that almost fell into the brazier, and she heard the little boatman say again: "Be careful. Even though your child is gone, you should take good care of yourself, Otherwise he will be worried."

The words were full of concern, but Lin Niang was poured cold water by these words.

That's right, my child has been pushed into the river by myself, what was I thinking just now?

Lin Niang smiled wryly, lowered her head, and said in a hoarse voice, "I came to Jiangcheng because of a letter from Jiang Xu."