Chapter 2 Wearing (2)

The family had long been out of food. She racked her brains and tried every possible way to feed her children, but one of them starved to death in the end.

As a mother, how can she not love her children? Looking at her daughter's body, Mrs. Du's heart was broken into pieces. If it weren't for the three little ones, she would have followed her daughter!

"Mother, it's all our fault. The eldest sister saved her rations for us and starved herself to death. We are sorry for the eldest sister, wuwuwu..."

On the edge of the kang, three children of different sizes cried: "Eldest sister, we hurt you, wuwuwu..."

The older girl pulled her two younger brothers and knelt down along the edge of the kang, knocking her head hard at the girl lying straight on the kang.

"Dong----Dong----Dong----"

"Sister, I'm sorry, sister, I'm sorry..."

The deafening cries and kowtows were like a dream and reached Mu Caiwei's ears, giving her a headache. She frowned and ignored the cries in her ears. She had just woken up and had a very strong feeling at this time - so hungry!

Very, very hungry, the kind of hunger that makes you want to take out your stomach and eat it!

Mu Caiwei's head spun with hunger. She was the chief bodyguard of the president of Country A. When she accompanied the president abroad, she was sent to this world by a bomb from her political enemy...

"Eldest sister, you shouldn't have lied to us and said you had eaten..."

"Woo woo woo...Eldest sister, wake up quickly. If you die, we will never be at peace for the rest of our lives..."

Headache from the noise, stomachache from hunger, all kinds of discomfort...

Mu Caiwei frowned, coughed, and opened her dry eyelids with force. The first thing she saw was four tear-stained, yellow and thin faces.

"Oh, this is incredible! Goddess, Wei'er, you are not dead! That's great, that's great, oh, may the Buddha bless you..."

Seeing Mu Caiwei open her eyes, Mrs. Du jumped up, incoherent with joy. She wiped her tears with her clothes, stood up, and said anxiously: "Wei'er, good child, we have food at home, really, wait, mother will serve it to you."

As she spoke, she left in a gust of wind.

At this time, Mu Caiwei's eyes were completely open. She stared blankly at the dark thatched house, and then looked at the three tender yellow and thin faces in front of her. She had guessed that she had traveled through time.

The corners of her dry and peeling mouth could only twitch slightly because she had no strength. It turned out that the international gold medal bodyguard with an annual salary of tens of millions in modern times turned out to be a poor bastard who was starved to death here!

"Great, elder sister, you woke up. I thought you were starving to death..."

The seven or eight-year-old boy had a red nose from crying, and his grayish-yellow face was pressed against Mu Caiwei's quilt. His patched clothes made people feel distressed.

"Pfft, pfft, don't talk nonsense, Wen'er, what death and life, how unlucky! The elder sister will live a hundred years."

"Yeah, the second sister is right, it's Wen'er who can't talk, the elder sister will live a hundred years, definitely..."

The little Wen'er nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and his skinny little hands tightly held Mu Caiwei's hands, as if afraid that she would run away.

"Come here, come here, the porridge is here..." The broken door curtain was lifted, and Mrs. Du shouted, and walked in quickly with a coarse porcelain bowl in her hand, with a full smile on her swollen face from crying.

"Wei'er, get up and eat porridge. Fei'er Wu'er, help your elder sister up quickly."