After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

Chapter 190 2 smiled with red eyes

Yan Mobai didn't answer him. He took his hand away, continued to unplug the wine jug, then raised the jug and drank it all in one gulp.

Mr. Shi sighed.

Knowing his temper, if he insisted on doing something, there was no way to stop him, so he would not try to stop him. He could only watch him helplessly and let him go.

The wine was very strong and too spicy, and Yan Mobai drank it too quickly, choking him. He turned his head to the side and started coughing violently.

Mr. Shi stood up and patted him on the back.

Not sure if it was due to coughing or the effect of alcohol, he noticed that Yan Mobai's eyes were red, as if stained with blood.

His heart trembled.

"Did something happen to Miss Ning?"

Yan Mobai coughed and shook his head.

Mr. Shi was silent for a moment: "Is that a child? Is something wrong with the child?"

Yan Mobai finally stopped coughing, but did not respond to him. He raised the back of his hand to wipe the wine from his mouth.

Mr. Shi was slightly surprised: "Is it really a child? What happened to the child?"

Yan Mobai lowered his eyes, and two tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Mr. Shi thought he had seen it wrong.

I thought it was the reflection of candlelight, and then I thought it was a wine stain.

It was not until he looked carefully and saw the two drops of clear tears leaving two water marks on Yan Mo's fair cheeks that he was sure that he was not mistaken.

This man...actually cried.

Perhaps feeling that he was looking at him, Yan Mobai raised his eyes and smiled.

He smiled with red eyes.

Laugh at your own funnyness, laugh at your own ridiculousness.

"The child...is gone?" Mr. Shi asked cautiously.

Yan Mobai nodded: "Yeah."

Mr. Shi was stunned: "Why?"

Yan Mobai swallowed the bitterness in his heart, pulled out the cork of a jug of wine, picked up the jug and took a sip.

He frowned as the spicy taste entered his throat.

"She doesn't like it."

Mr. Shi was stunned for a moment.

No, don't like it.

His eyes widened in shock.

That girl had an abortion herself? No way?

"Actually, it doesn't matter if it's gone. A child who is not loved by his mother should not be born and should not come into this world, right? Someone like me should not have come..." Yan Mobai said in a hoarse voice.

He was smiling when he said this.

Mr. Shi looked at it and felt only heartache.

Recalling his childhood experiences.

He was less than four years old when he first met him.

He saw with his own eyes him lying in a puddle and being whipped by his mother.

It was raining heavily that day. He saw the little boy trying to climb out of a puddle, but he was so small that he could not withstand the whipping of an adult, and ultimately failed to climb up.

He was the one who stepped forward to stop it.

At that time, his mother whipped him and blamed him for meddling in other people's business.

It was only after many passers-by criticized him that his mother stopped.

He still remembers the scene when he picked him up from the puddle. His little body was covered in blood and he thought he was dead.

It's so small in my hand, as light as a piece of paper.

He was even more shocked when he applied medicine to him.

That tender back was already covered with marks.

There are new wounds and old wounds.

He learned from his neighbors that his mother was originally a nun. She was kicked out of the nunnery after she became pregnant with him. She went to look for his father, but the father refused to recognize her.

His mother hated his father.

Because he hated his father, he hated him too, and vented all his hatred for his father on him.

He was just passing through the town and had something to do, so he bandaged him and left.

When he passed by the town on his way back, he wanted to see his injuries and went to look for him, but was told by his neighbors that his mother had taken him away from the town.

Later, I heard that his mother sold him to a dog fighting ring.

A place where a group of children fight with a pack of vicious dogs for people's entertainment.

That year, he was only five years old.

It is said that it was Prince Ning who saved him. At that time, Prince Ning was not yet Prince Ning. He was just a child, two years older than him.

But he is a prince after all, so it is easy to save him.

King Ning redeemed him from the dog fighting arena, let him study, practice martial arts, and live like a human being.

This is also the reason why he has been devoted and absolutely loyal to King Ning over the years.

He heard about these things later.

The second time he met him was a few years ago. The weak little boy back then had grown into a tall and handsome young man, the top student in high school, holding a high position and skilled in martial arts.

The boy rescued him from a group of bandits, but he did not recognize the boy.

But the boy recognized him at a glance.

The boy said: "You are the first person who reached out to me. I will never forget your kindness."

At that moment, he suddenly felt that there really is cause and effect in this world.

The child he saved with just a little effort back then, in turn, like a peerless hero, saved his life alone from a group of bandits.

Whenever I think of these, it feels like they happened just yesterday.

Because of his childhood experience, he once told himself that he would not have children in this life. Therefore, only he knew how shocked he was when he found out that the girl named Ning was pregnant with his child.

At the same time, only he knew how happy he was for him.

Because he knew very well how difficult it was for this guy to make a woman pregnant and willing to keep the child.

He was glad that there was finally someone who pulled him out of the nightmare of his childhood.

It was only King Ning who pulled him out with his physical body, but it was this little girl Ning who pulled his soul out of that nightmare as well.

What he didn't expect was that the child was gone again.

He didn't know how to comfort him.

Yan Mobai smiled, picked up the pot and took a few gulps of wine.

"My mother said that I was a jinx, a star of misfortune... it's true..."

-

Zixia Mountain

The mountains were high, the clouds were vast, and the scenery was lush and green. Ning Miao rode her horse up the familiar mountain road, with birds singing and flowers blooming all along the way. She took off her veil and took a deep breath.

Deep in the white clouds, hidden behind a patch of green bamboo, there is a house with red walls, black tiles and curling smoke from cooking.

In the yard, an old man with gray hair and beard was drying mountain products in a winnowing basket. Hearing some noise coming from the gate, he turned around and saw a pretty girl standing at the gate, holding a veil in one hand and leading a white horse in the other, smiling at him.

The old man thought he was seeing things and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Xiao Miao, it's really you!" The old man excitedly put down the dustpan in his hand and came over happily.

"Master." Ning Miao's nose felt sore. He dropped the reins in his hand and threw himself into the old man's arms, just like when he was a child.

After living two lives, she discovered that the happiest and freest days were the years she spent learning skills from Master Yikong.

Yikong smiled, and as always, he raised his hand and touched her head.

"Did you read the letter I wrote to you and come back to get rid of the poison? If Huan'er hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that you were poisoned by the third degree of spring wind."

Ning Miao: "...It's not three spring breezes, it's three years of spring and autumn."

"Anyway, it's something about Sanchun, why didn't you tell me? And you told Huan'er not to tell me. Although my medical skills are not perfect, you know that my junior brother, your uncle Wuya, is a miracle doctor!"