Pain.
The back of his head felt like someone had hit him with a hammer, and his temples were pounding. I struggled to open my eyes, and what I saw was a dilapidated wooden beam roof, with cobwebs hanging in the corners. The wind poured in through the cracks in the wall, making me shiver with coldness.
Where is this?
I pushed myself up to sit up and found myself lying on a hard bed, with a straw mat underneath me that was so rough that it hurt my hands. There was only a table, a bench, a wardrobe with peeling paint, a few strings of dried chili peppers hanging on the wall, and a cracked iron pot next to the stove.
"Mom... Hungry..."
A soft voice came from his feet.
I lowered my head and saw a three or four-year-old boy huddled in the corner of the bed. He was so thin that he had a pointed chin, but his eyes were big and bright, and he was looking at me timidly.
My brain exploded with a buzzing sound.
Memories flooded in like a tide - her original name was Gu Qingyi, the legitimate daughter of the Hou family. She was framed by her stepmother three years ago. She lost her innocence and was expelled from the clan. She was married to this poor mountain valley to be the wife of an Orion hunter. Orion's name is Lu Chen, he is taciturn and is away from home all year round. The original person was ridiculed and ostracized by the villagers. Three days ago, her mother-in-law forced her to sign a divorce letter and she hit her head against a wall to death.
I touched the back of my head and it was swollen.
Time traveled.
Or dressed as the abandoned Orion wife.
When the little boy saw that I was silent, his eyes turned red and his voice sounded like he was crying: "Mom, Nian'an is hungry..."
Lu Nian'an. The original son.
My heart softened, and I stretched out my hand to pull him into my arms: "Mom, I'll get you something to eat."
After rummaging around the stove for a long time, I found half a bowl of brown rice and two wilted wild vegetables. I sighed and lit the fire to cook porridge. Too little rice and too much water will result in a pot of thin soup with little water. Nian An didn't mind it either, holding the bowl in his hand and drinking loudly.
