Chapter 1

The wind is very cold in winter.

In a dilapidated hut, two thin children kneel on the ground in thin clothes, guarding the sleepy woman in front of them.

The woman looked breathless and covered herself with hay and two sets of cotton padded clothes. But their clothes were so small that her hands and feet were still exposed in the cold air.

The little boy took off his cotton padded trousers and put them on the woman's feet. In this way, he had only one pair of trousers left.

A cold wind came and he sneezed.

The little girl timidly asked: "brother, are you cold?"

The little man raised his dirty hand, rubbed her head and said against his heart, "brother is not cold, are you hungry?"

The little girl nodded and soon shook her head: "brother, don't go, I'm afraid."

It's dark. There's not even a light here. It's only the moonlight outside the window that lights up a little bit of the place. But this weak light was not enough to drive away her inner fear.

The little man whispered: "brother will be back soon. Do you know that you are obedient to your mother? If you hold my mother's hand, you won't be afraid. "

The little girl seemed to understand. She held the woman's hand in her arms. The hand was as cold as a knife, but she still got great strength. She nodded solemnly: "I'm not afraid."

The little boy got up and went.

The little girl held the woman's hand, mother, mother, and called out, as if she could not be afraid.

When the little boy came back, he had two white steamed buns in his hand and bit a small chicken leg in his mouth.

He handed the steamed bread to his sister, took the drumstick in his hand, and said apologetically, "my brother only got one drumstick. How about giving it to my mother first? When my mother's illness is over, my brother will make you bigger! "

The little girl looked at the fragrant drumsticks, and her saliva came out, but she knew that her mother was sick, and she needed more nutrition than her.

She swallowed: "well, I eat steamed bread, my brother also eat."

"Good." The little boy took a big bite of steamed bread. His mother and sister needed him to take care of him. He couldn't easily go hungry or fall down. Although a steamed bread was not enough.

He ate half, left half, began to feed his mother, a small piece of chicken, a small piece of steamed bread.

Qiao Wei was woken up by stuffing. She didn't know who kept stuffing things into her mouth. She hated being woken up when she was sleeping. She was trying to pick up the prankster, but she found that she couldn't lift her arm.

She shuddered and opened her eyes!

God, what did she see? A child! She was about five years old, with long hair and light clothes. The night was so dark that she could not see his features clearly. She only felt that his eyes were as bright as obsidian.

Intuition told her that the long haired xiaodouding was a boy.

Is that the guy who just played a prank on her?

For the sake of children, I don't care about him, but it's strange that strangers are not allowed to enter her laboratory. How could a child come in?

Qiaowei vomited out her mouth: "whose child are you? What about mom and dad? "

As soon as she opened her mouth, she was frightened by her hoarse voice. She didn't seem to do anything. How could her hoarse voice be like this?

And who turned off the lights? The heat's off, too!

A series of strange flashed through my mind, Qiaowei's head began to hurt.

The little boy heard her cool voice, knew that his mother was uncomfortable again, and asked softly, "mother, are you in pain again? Shall I rub it for you? "

Qiao Wei's forehead was covered with her cold little hand, and Qiao Wei was stunned.

"Brother, is my mother awake?" The little girl came over with bright eyes, "Niang!"

Two steamed stuffed buns call her mother at the same time. If it's not a prank, then --

Qiao Wei touches her face. Qiao Yidao, who is known as the chubby world, has a round face like a moon cake. It's not a small melon face!

And her hand, it's not like that.

It's unbelievable, but she did.

"Mother, are you all right?" The little girl gently lay down in her arms, small head in her neck socket rub to rub, mother coma for several days, how to call all wake up, she was very flustered.

The little boy was also very flustered, but he was a man and didn't show his face like his sister.

Qiao Wei feels the worry of her two children and sighs. She grew up in an orphanage. She has developed a withdrawn temperament since childhood. She doesn't know how to get along with others, let alone raise children. What should she do with these two peanuts?

Her face was at a loss. The little boy thought she was cold, so he took her cold hand and put it on her mouth. When the little girl saw that her brother was doing this, she learned it in a certain way.

This is the first time that someone has taken care of her so sincerely.

The little guy's body is actually colder than hers. In order to keep her warm, the two children have covered her with cotton padded clothes, especially the little boy, who takes off only one pair of trousers. How cold is it?It would be heartless for her to abandon such a good child.

"Mother, it's OK. I won't be sick any more. Come on, put on your clothes. "

The elder brother dressed himself, and the younger sister was dressed by Qiao Wei. Qiao Wei obviously didn't know much about ancient costumes. She didn't button them for a long time: "it's too dark for me to see. Wait, I'll see if there's anything to make a fire

But the original master's body was too weak. As soon as she got up, she felt a whirl and fell back to the ground.

"Mother!"

"Mother!"

The two children were scared, for fear that their mother would never get up again after falling down like last time.

Qiao Wei weakly smile: "Niang is OK, it is to rise too fierce, cerebral blood supply is insufficient." After sitting for a while, he said to the little boy, "can you help my mother?"

The little boy nodded and held Qiao Wei's hand.

"Me too." The little girl also holds Qiao Wei.

Look, God is good for her. Instead of letting her go through the wilderness alone to die, he sent two little angels to accompany her.

Qiao Wei's heart flowed a warm current, slowly stood up, felt a fire fold from the original owner's burden, and lit the firewood in the stove.

She buttoned her daughter in the bright light of the fire. Then she began to look at the child. Their facial features are very delicate. Their eyes are watery. Their daughter's eyes are softer. They smile like two curved crescent moons. They are pure and beautiful. Their son's is a little cold. There is an innate noble air between his eyebrows. Because of malnutrition, both of them were very thin. Her small arms and legs were like hemp sticks. She didn't dare to exert herself in her hands for fear that they would be broken accidentally.

Qiao Wei didn't inherit the memory of the original owner. She didn't know who she was and why the mother and son had fallen into this field. She still had relatives at home. These are not important, she died, those people did not appear, there is no need to appear in the future.

From today on, the child is her own.

Qiao Wei ate the remaining half of the steamed bread and let the brother and sister share half of the drumstick. At first, they refused to eat it. After listening to Qiao Wei's saying that the patient should not eat anything too greasy, they divided the drumstick one by one.

These cold things in the previous life, she is impossible to let children eat, but now, she has no way.

After the children finished eating, they lay on the grass and fell asleep. Qiao Wei covered the children with hay while thinking about what to eat for breakfast tomorrow.