C1 The Kind That Can Give Birth

Wishes are your business, and whether they come true or not is my business.

01.

The evening prayers of the God of Fortune were a story passed down from the Republic of China. It was said that during the transition period between day and night, there would be a god who would descend and choose a prayer card to fulfill his wish.

Although the believers seemed to have benefited, they were actually carrying a terrible punishment.

I asked the temple what the punishment of praying was. He said, you can try to pray.

In reality, he was warning me. Those ridiculous and extravagant wishes made me laugh.

- - "The diary of the believers."

Early January 1982, Meng Chun.

The South Sun City started to warm up at the beginning of the new year. The areas that were covered by snow and weeds were all green.

The fortune teller from Fu An Lane sent Jiang Tang a telegram, saying that there was a new auspicious sign.

He didn't say what it was, but Jiang Tang thought of her famous story of fortune telling. She smiled, picked up her luggage, and continued to walk towards Nanyang.

Every year when spring came, she had to go back.

This was the agreement with the Temple of Fortune.

It was like sending a New Year's telegram to a fortune teller. No matter how unwilling she was, before she boarded the ship, she still spent a few pieces of silver dollars to give him her blessings - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Was the ginger candy very sweet?

Happy New Year!

In fact, it was a common practice. Although fortune tellers often cursed her father and called her a little bastard, they had lived together for decades. They couldn't just throw away their superficial skills.

Besides, it was the birthday of the lucky god in the west street in a few days.

There was a long line of girls who were praying for blessings. Even when they were sleeping, they wanted to be woken up by money. They definitely didn't have time to read her telegram. It was the same every time. Jiang Tang... Jiang Tang...

Forget it. His current residence was all thanks to him.

Jiang Tang hugged her knees and pondered. What was so good about the blessing of the West Street?

The girl who lived in the same room as her, Ah Fu, was wrapped in a knitted shawl and painting oil paintings. When she heard the nagging, she couldn't help but ask her, "If you don't have money, what are you thinking about?"

Jiang Tang wrapped herself in a thick cloak and didn't speak.

She was still thinking about the birthday of the God of Fortune when she suddenly felt someone looking at her. When she looked up, she saw Ah Fu staring at her with a look of realization. "Ah, you don't have anything."

... "" You speak as if you have everything.

Jiang Tang puffed up her cheeks as she looked at the choppy waves on the sea. Ah Fu was the owner of the West Street Fortune Shrine. He didn't need to worry about food or clothes. Thinking about it carefully, she was indeed the only one who didn't lack anything.

If she didn't have money or a house, she could only rely on freeloading. Only the Temple of Fortune liked her.

That's right, the temple benediction. She suddenly felt proud. "I have a temple benediction."

Ah Fu lifted up his skirt and kicked her. He was as shrewish as Widow Feng on the West Street and almost hit the tip of Jiang Tang's nose. "Where's your face? The temple blessing is obviously from my temple of fortune."

"Alright..." Jiang Tang's courage instantly dissipated.

She could beat Ah Fu, but she could not beat her luck.

Hulk was born with a chubby face, and he was especially liked by the women in the neighborhood. His luck was also very good, and he was something that she couldn't envy in this life.

"It's late at night, let's go to sleep." Jiang Tang supported herself with the boat's deck and stood up.

Ah Fu looked at her as she was swallowed up by the darkness of the night. He thought of the unfinished oil painting, the temple, and her...

There was nothing else to think about. Those rotten grains had long been rotten.

She picked up the oil lamp and slowly followed Jiang Tang back to her room.

At night, the two of them slept side by side like pancakes. Ah Fu was afraid of the cold, so he put his icy cold feet into Jiang Tang's arms and mumbled to her, "Do you think the temple wishes for him to give birth?"

Jiang Tang thought about her and Ah Fu's identities.

The world said that the sacred was inviolable, so it could only be her and the temple guardian. Moreover, the temple guardian liked her, so she closed her eyes. "Sleeping with me will give birth, sleeping with you..."

"Will he live until you give birth to a child?" She was very confused.

Ah Fu was also puzzled, but after being puzzled, she kicked Jiang Tang out of bed and took out the notebook where she wrote her diary.

In the spring of 1982, thirty-third year after Jiang Tang moved into the Temple of Fortune.

It was Miss Fu's first time on a ship, and she felt very good.

But Jiang Tang had gone crazy.

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