drowning
Wanqi Si rushed out like an arrow, stretched out his long arms, and held the child firmly before he fell into the lake.
But a child's body is heavier than a shot put.
"Didn't you catch him? How could it be..."
Yu Heyi's pupils constricted, his body froze in place, and he muttered.
Seeing her expression, Wanqi Si paused, then suddenly lowered his head to look at the child in his arms.
The child's face was as pale as paper, his lips were purple and black, and his eyelids were half closed, revealing his dull and lifeless pupils.
His fingers were curled up stiffly, with mud and broken grass embedded in the gaps between them, as if he had tried desperately to grab onto something, but in the end it was all in vain.
There are water droplets on the eyelashes, like unshed tears.
The fat baby embroidered on the bellyband was still grinning, but he had lost his smile forever.
He drowned.
His body was swollen, so when Wanqi Si held him, he felt that he was very heavy, much heavier than a normal child.
"ah--!!"
Xu screamed, covered her mouth as if waking from a dream, and her fingertips trembled violently.
"It wasn't me...it wasn't me! You were the ones who drowned him, weren't you? It was you, weren't you?"
There was fear in her eyes and her voice was sharp, almost breaking.
"You are the ones who killed the master. You are the murderers, you are the ones!"
"Xu Changjia, don't slander good people!" Yu Heyi felt angry and glared at her and retorted.
"That's not me...that's not me!" Xu's hands trembled even more violently, and cold sweat soaked her back.
When this happened, the boatman immediately docked the boat and distanced himself from the incident.
Wanqi Si placed the child on the shore, and Yu Heyi punched Xu's fleeing back.
She stamped her feet in anger: "We came to help her out of kindness, but she wrongly accused us."
Looking at the drowned child, questions arose in her mind again.
"Brother, didn't you catch him? Why did he still drown?"
"That's exactly what I'm wondering. How could he have drowned if he didn't fall into the water?"
He looked at the child's body on the ground with a gloomy look.
"Could it be that the clay doll set it up so that he must die in this dream?"
Her words enlightened Wanqi Si, and he suddenly realized: "Maybe he has already died."
"Have you ever heard of reincarnation through surrogacy?"
Seeing her shake her head, he explained in a deep voice: "Rebirth through womb-borrowing means that a dead person is reborn with the help of a pregnant woman. Besides, Xu had already drunk the contraceptive soup made by Madam Shen, but she was still pregnant. If you say it is just the meaning of the clay doll, it absolutely does not make sense."
"But if the dead child was reborn through her belly, then it makes sense. This clay doll might be the drowned child."
He pointed a finger at the child, his brows furrowed slightly.
If the clay doll is the drowned child, this dream would make sense. He had already drowned, so even if Wanqi Si caught him, it would not change the facts.
Xu's repeated dream was the child's experience in his lifetime.
No wonder she was indifferent when she saw them boarding the boat.
Because the woman before she threw the child into the lake was not the real her.
But it was the real murderer who drowned the child, his real mother.
The dream ended, but Xu was still unconscious.
Wanqi Si was fine. His body was supported by his strong spiritual power, and someone shared half of the burden with him. When he woke up, his face was just a little pale.
But Yu and Yi were in a miserable state.
Her spiritual power was weak, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, fell heavily to the ground, and felt dizzy.
"Why didn't anyone tell me that the backlash would be so painful..."
She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, rubbed her butt with a grimace, and stood up with the help of Mi Xiu.
Wanqi Si stood in front of her and sneered, "You deserve it."
She gritted her teeth and glared at him, then turned sideways to face Lixia.
"Lixia, do you remember where your master bought the clay doll?"
Lixia said timidly, "I remember it was at the temple fair in the east of the city."
"Is there a lake east of the city with many boats moored on it?"
"That... I don't know. I only know there's a lake in the east of the city called Diaoyan Lake, but that lake and the park next to it have been abandoned for many years."
Diaoyan Lake.
Since Xu bought the clay doll in the east of the city, Diaoyan Lake is most likely the lake in Xu's dream.
"Second Brother, keep an eye on Xu Changjia!"
"You're not taking me with you again?!"
Mi Xiusheng watched helplessly as the two of them left without looking back, and disappeared from his sight in the blink of an eye.
The two asked around and finally found the Diaoyan Lake that Li Xia mentioned in the east of the city.
The shores of Diaoyan Lake are overgrown with weeds, the water is gray-green, and rotten lotus leaves and whitish fish bones are floating on it.
The park on the shore was empty, and there was only one small boat parked on the lake.
In the dream, there were clearly many boats docked by the lake, and the park was crowded with people.
"Is the abandonment of Diaoyan Lake related to the drowned children?" Yu Heyi withdrew his gaze and sighed at the changes here.
The awning of the small boat was half-closed, and faint light and shadow could be seen through it, as if a figure was swaying.
As soon as I got on the deck, I heard an angry shout: "This boat doesn't carry people, get out!"
Looking up, I saw a hunched figure sticking out from the stern of the boat, with the fish knife on his waist shining coldly.
Seeing that they showed no signs of leaving, the old boatman came out of the boat with a ferocious look, holding a paddle in his hand, and pretended to drive them away.
The two of them dodged sideways. Wanqi Si frowned and was about to put the silver sword on his neck, but her arm was held down.
"Don't worry, old man. We just want to ask you something." She smiled sweetly and took out a silver ingot from her sleeve. "This silver is our token of our appreciation."
Mi Xiu had given her this money at the night market. She had only bought one sugar painting at that time, so there was still a lot left.
The old boatman stared at the silver, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and took it: "Forget it, come up."
There was a table in the boat. The three of them sat around the table, and the old boatman poured himself a cup of tea.
"What do you want to know?"
"I want to know why and when Diaoyan Lake became deserted?"
Hearing this, the old boatman threw the teapot on the table, his eyes rolled around, and then he said, "This is a long story..."
"Twenty years ago, Diaoyan Lake was bustling with activity, with groups of children playing nearby and many people fishing. But the incident that happened twenty years ago has caused every household in Yandong to avoid Diaoyan Lake and never mention it again."
"A mother and her son were sitting on a park bench. She wouldn't let her child play with others, but only let him sit quietly beside her. But the child was still young, how could he sit still? He kept begging her to take him out to play. Suddenly, the woman said she wanted to take the child boating."
"The child was so happy that when the boat reached the middle of the lake, she threw her child into the lake with her own hands."
That day, the sky was clear and the weather was sunny.
The child thrown into the center of the lake was named Song Yan.
According to the mother and son's neighbors, the child's father died early and his mother raised Song Yan alone.
But as time went on, Song Yan ate more and more, and his mother could no longer afford to feed him.
With a child, her life was very difficult.
So she decided to kill her own child with her own hands.
It happened to be a nice day, so she took Song Yan out for a walk. Song Yan had never been to a park before, and he envied the kites in other people's hands, but his mother said she wanted to take him to play a game that was more interesting than kites.
boating.
Song Yan clapped his hands and cheered. This was the first time his mother took him out to play.
Rather than being stuck in a small house, the outside world makes him full of anticipation and yearning.
However, just as he was full of anticipation, his mother threw him into the freezing cold lake.
He struggled, and when he choked on the first mouthful of water, he heard his mother's laughter.
The mother got rid of her burden and laughed heartily.
He was a burden to his mother's life, so she wanted to abandon him and live her own life.
But what did he do wrong?
The lake water was icy cold and poured into his nostrils, and he struggled to splash.
The people on the shore sighed and lamented the child who had fallen into the water. The boatman extended the oar towards the child, but was pushed onto the boat by the mother.
He doesn't want to die.
Before sinking to the bottom of the lake, he only saw his mother wearing a beautiful dress with her back to him.
The splash subsided in an instant.
He randomly grabbed the water plants at the bottom of the lake and gradually became motionless.
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