Severe winter wind, extremely cold.
In a dilapidated small hut, two skinny children knelt on the ground in thin clothes, guarding the unconscious woman in front of them.
The woman seemed to be out of breath, and her body was covered with hay and two sets of the child's cotton clothes. But their clothes were too small, and her hands and feet were still exposed to the cold air.
The little boy took off his cotton trousers again and put them on the woman's feet, so that he only had a pair of trousers left.
A gust of cold wind blew, and he sneezed.
The little girl timidly asked: "Brother, are you cold?"
The little man raised his dirty hands, rubbed her head, and said against his will: "Brother is not cold, are you hungry?"
The little girl nodded, and quickly shook her head again: "Brother, don't go, I'm afraid."
It was getting dark, and there was not even a lamp here. It was only slightly illuminated by the moonlight coming in from the window. But this faint light was not enough to drive away the fear in her heart.
The little man said softly: "Brother will be back soon, do you know that you obediently guard mother? If you hold mother's hand, you won't be afraid."
The little girl seemed to understand, and hugged the woman's hand in her arms. The hand was obviously no longer warm, as cold as a knife, but she still got great strength. She nodded solemnly: "I'm not afraid anymore."
The little boy got up and went.
The little girl held the woman's hand, mother, mother, and called out loudly, as if she would really not be afraid.
When the little boy came back, he had two white steamed buns in his hand and a small chicken leg in his mouth.
He handed the steamed buns to his sister, took the chicken leg in his hand, and said apologetically, "Brother only got one chicken leg, can you give it to mother first? When mother recovers from her illness, brother will get you a bigger one!"
The little girl looked at the delicious chicken legs, and her saliva flowed out, but she knew that her mother was sick and needed nutrition more than she did.
She swallowed: "Well, I eat steamed buns, and my brother eats too."
"Okay." The little boy ate the steamed buns big mouthfuls. Both his mother and younger sister needed him to take care of him. He couldn't easily starve or fall down. Even though a steamed bun couldn't fill his stomach.
He ate half, kept half, and began to feed his mother, a small piece of chicken and a small piece of steamed bun.
Qiao Wei was woken up by stuffing, muttering, someone kept stuffing things into it, she hated being woken up when she was sleeping, and was about to wring that prankster up and beat him up, But he found that he couldn't lift his arms at all.
She shuddered and opened her eyes!
God, what did she see? a child! About five years old, with long hair, wearing light-colored clothes, the night was too dark, she couldn't see his facial features clearly, only felt that his eyes were as bright as obsidian.
Intuition told her that this long-haired little Douding was a boy.
Is he the guy who just played a prank on her mouth
For the sake of the child, I don't care about it with him, but it is very strange, her laboratory is forbidden for strangers to enter and exit, how could a child run in
Qiao Wei spat out what was in her mouth: "Whose family are you a child? Where are your parents?"
When she opened her mouth, she was frightened by her hoarse voice. She didn't seem to be doing anything, why did her voice become so hoarse
Also, who turned off the lights? The heating also stopped!
A series of strange things flashed through her mind, and Qiao Wei's head began to hurt.
Hearing her gasp, the little boy knew that his mother was not feeling well again, so he asked softly, "Mother, do you feel pain again? Let me rub it for you?"
The cold little hand covered Qiao Wei's forehead, and Qiao Wei was stunned.
"Brother, is mother awake?" The little girl walked over with bright eyes, "Mother!"
Two little buns, calling her mother at the same time, if this is not a prank, then—
Qiao Wei touched her own face. She is known as the Qiao Yidao of the chubby world. Her face is as round as a moon cake. It is definitely not a small melon-seeded face!
And her hands were not so finger-pointing.
It's unbelievable, but she really crossed over.
"Mother, are you okay?" The little girl gently lay down in her arms, rubbing her little head against her neck. Mother had been in a coma for several days, and she couldn't wake up no matter how she screamed, she was extremely flustered.
The little boy was also flustered, but he was a man and didn't show it on his face like his sister.
Qiao Wei felt the worry of the two children, and sighed softly. She grew up in an orphanage, and she developed a withdrawn temperament since she was a child. She doesn't know how to get along with others, let alone raise children. She should take What about these two little beans
She looked dazed, the little boy thought she was cold, took her cold hand, put it to his mouth and breathed, the little girl saw her brother doing this, and imitated it.
This was the first time that someone took care of her so sincerely.
The little guy's body was actually colder than hers. In order to keep her warm, the two children covered her with cotton clothes, especially the little boy, who took off only a pair of pants. How cold is it
It would be too heartless for her to abandon such a good child.
"My mother is fine, I'm fine, I won't be sick again. Come on, put on your clothes."
The elder brother wore the clothes himself, while the younger sister was dressed by Qiao Wei. Qiao Wei obviously didn't know much about ancient costumes, so she didn't button up the buttons for a long time: "It's too dark, I can't see. Wait, I'll look for something that lights a fire."
But the original owner's body was too weak. She just stood up when she felt the world spinning and fell back to the ground.
"mother!"
"mother!"
The two children were terrified, afraid that their mother would never be able to get up after falling down like last time.
Qiao Wei smiled weakly: "Mother is fine, it's because she got up too fast and the blood supply to the brain is insufficient." After sitting for a while, she said to the little boy, "Can you help Mother?"
The little boy nodded and held Qiao Wei's hand.
"Me too." The little girl also supported Qiao Wei.
Look, God was kind to her. He didn't let her travel alone to this wilderness to die, but sent two little angels to accompany her.
A warm current flowed through Qiao Wei's heart, she stood up slowly, found a fire pocket from the original owner's bag, and lit the firewood in the stove.
By the bright firelight, she buttoned up her daughter. Then, she began to look at the child. The facial features of the two are very delicate, the eyes are watery, the daughter's eyes are softer, and she smiles like two crescent moons, pure and beautiful; Innate nobility. Due to malnutrition, both of them were very thin. Their small arms and legs were like hemp sticks. She didn't dare to use force in her hands, for fear that they would be broken accidentally.
Qiao Wei didn't inherit the original owner's memory, she didn't know who she was, why the mother and son fell into this situation, and there were still relatives in the family. These are not important anymore, those people didn't show up after she died, and there is no need to show up in the future.
From today on, the child is hers alone.
Qiao Wei ate the remaining half of the steamed bun, and shared the half chicken leg between the siblings. The two refused to eat at first, but after hearing from Qiao Wei that patients should not eat too greasy things, they shared the chicken leg in small bites .
It was absolutely impossible for her to let children eat these cold things in her previous life, but right now, she has no choice.
The children fell asleep on the haystack after eating. Qiao Wei covered the children with hay while thinking about what to have for breakfast tomorrow.