"Whew..."

Fresh air flooded her nostrils, and Shen Ying'er finally emerged from the water.

However, the sight before them left them somewhat stunned.

What about the mother who was walking with her child across the crosswalk?

Where is it?

In the last moments of his memory, a pedestrian on the crosswalk, faced with a speeding truck that ran a red light, instinctively pushed aside a child carrying a backpack and heading to school, along with other mothers...

Close your eyes, and open them again.

This is not the intersection where the car accident happened. This place is flooded, with vast swaths of villages and farmlands submerged. Rows of rooftops are visible above the waterline, and even the trees have been inundated up to their trunks. The murky water is also littered with various debris.

Suddenly, a child's cry came from beside my ear.

Only a wooden plank stuck in the middle of the treetops could be seen, with a young boy lying on it.

That child looks to be about two years old. He has a small topknot on his head, tied with a red little bellyband. He's lying on his stomach, his little body trembling.

Shen Ying'er swam to the child's side, and upon seeing her, the child immediately stopped crying. Instead, she looked up tearfully and called out, "Mother!"

Mother?

A possibility crossed my mind, and I unconsciously glanced at my own hands.

The scar from when I used to take anatomy class was gone. I checked my face and hair again...

This is a time travel!

The little guy on the raft saw that Shen Ying'er hadn't come to comfort him in time, and the child pouted, looking wronged.

"Mother, hug me…"

His eyes were welling up with tears, he stretched out his little hand to reach for Shen Ying'er. The raft was tossed about by the waves, and so was he.

Shen Ying'er came to her senses and hurriedly hugged the little guy.

The little boy, still smelling of baby powder, with his tiny braids rubbing against his cheek, made something in my heart sink.

Looking down at the child, countless unfamiliar scenes suddenly flashed through his mind...

The original owner of this painting shared the same name as herself. She lived in Jing Shui County, Xia He Village, and was the daughter-in-law of the fourth room of Lao Xiao's family in Xia He Village.

This child, Fubao, is Shen's biological son, just two years old.

Last night, the river in front of the village swelled and broke through the dam, flooding into the village. The Shen family, including the mother and child, fled with their relatives. Halfway there, the boat capsized, and the mother and daughter were thrown overboard.

This scene is familiar, it reminded Shen Yinger of a male-frequency novel she had read some time ago.

There's a memorable villain inside, whose experience is quite similar to this one, and that villain's name is also Fubao.

Fubao's mother was a very unfortunate woman, dying in a flood when he was young. After the tragedy, Fubao grew up to be a powerful and influential man, but he was cruel and ruthless. Everyone said he was a reincarnation of a bad omen…

Could it be that I've traveled into the novel, becoming the tragic heroine whose life was cut short by the villain's early demise?

Looking at this cute and harmless little fellow in my arms, it's really hard to connect him with the infamous demon king of later generations.

Having settled Little Fubao, Shen Yinger continued to place him on the float and pushed it toward the distant horizon with her feet paddling in the water.

The water flow was turbulent, rushing down from upstream with all sorts of filth. It emitted a foul stench as it spread downstream.

Every step the underwater, sharp-toothed creature took was arduous.

Little Fobao is very capable, obediently lying on the board without crying or making a fuss.

He could only hold onto Shen Ying'er's hair with his small, chubby hand, staring intently as if afraid she would run away.

Shen Ying'er felt it was quite nice to be so relied upon by the future big villain.

After much hardship, the mother and daughter finally made it to shore.

Shen Ying'er also saw clearly this new overall picture.

The front board is flat after, and a piece of coffin board has become thinner.

Their five senses were still functioning well, but because their cheeks were sunken in, they looked like a wilted flower, losing their vibrancy.

Little Fu Bao wriggled and stumbled into Shen Ying'er's arms, his arms like broken bamboo stalks wrapped around her neck. His chubby little face was flushed.

Shen Ying'er suddenly understood why Shen Shi had become so thin.

The two of them rested for a while and then continued walking along the water's edge. Soon, they arrived at the foot of a mountain.

This mountain is majestic and stretches for miles, with layers upon layers of peaks that disappear from view.

It should be the "Snow Dragon Mountain" mentioned in the book.

According to the book's setting, all the disaster victims within a radius of ten miles were hiding in the mountains after the flood. Therefore, Shen Ying'er also planned to go up the mountain.

At this moment, the little Fo Bao in her arms suddenly turned and said, "Mama, I need to go potty."

Shen Ying'er had just put him down, and he wobbled over to the nearby grass.

"Oh, whose child is this?"

A strange woman suddenly darted out of the grass by the roadside. She looked to be in her thirties, dressed in coarse hemp cloth and straw sandals common to peasant women from ancient times. Her face was like it had been splashed with uneven soy sauce, one patch white and the next black.

The woman seemed to really like Xiao Fubao, bending down to tease him: "Little boy, you're running around here making noise. Aren't you afraid of an eagle coming to peck your little...you know?"

Xiao Fubao's big eyes, like black grapes, were rolling around, and she had a cute and innocent look.

The woman burst into laughter: "Look at this little guy, he's so scared he's holding back his pee!"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just pee as you please. When the eagle comes, grandma will chase it away. Grandma will keep an eye on your little thing!"

Rough fingers tapped against Xiao Fubao's bottom...

Another hand suddenly lifted Xiao Fu Bao off the ground.

Little Bao suddenly urinated, a stream of hot urine spraying toward the woman's face.

The woman cried out, "Oh!" and slapped her face before ducking away.

Little Fobao smiled mischievously, his eyes curving into two crescent moons.

"Be good, don't make a fuss."

Shen Ying'er lightly patted Xiao Fu Bao's head, strongly suspecting that this little guy was intentional.

"I'm sorry, sister-in-law. Kids don't know any better."

Shen Ying'er's apology wasn't sincere at all.

No matter how much you adore other people's children, please be civil when interacting with them. Those crude and vulgar words and actions can have a negative impact on kids.

The woman spat a few times on the ground, then turned her face into a smile and waved her hand. "It's nothing, nothing," she said. "Kids will be kids!"

Besides, this urine is a good thing. People even use it as a medicine guide when taking medication!

Shen Ying'er curved the corner of her lips.

He is the doctor, after all, so he understands this better than anyone else. But he has no interest in explaining it to this woman.

The woman asked Shen Ying'er again, "Big sister, seeing the two of you like this, has your family suffered some misfortune?"

"Hmm."

"Why just the two of you? Where are your in-laws?"

Family members?

A coldness flashed in Shen Ying'er's eyes.

Shen's man, Xiao Chengyuan, is the fourth son of the Lao Xiao family in Xiahe Village, and also the only scholar in Xiahe Village.

When Shen married Xiao Chengyuan, many people envied her good fortune. However, on the day she gave birth to their little son, Xiao Fubao, Xiao Chengyuan suddenly met with an accident...

Everyone says that Xiao Fubao is a plague god, and Xiao Chengyuan was killed by him.

The two of them were driven to the old house and separated. They lived in poverty, eating one meal but not another.

Last night when I was escaping, it was my husband's second brother who rowed the boat. The dark and dim boat hit something and a hole appeared in it.

They blamed Shen's mother and son, saying that Xiao Fu Bao brought bad luck. Shen pleaded bitterly, but someone pushed her from behind in the midst of it all…

Therefore, Shen was murdered!