But what's not scary? It is full of unbearable food. If you eat it in your stomach, you don't know if it will cause diarrhea or even poisoning.

But if she didn't eat, she would starve to death.

Even if he was so hungry, she would only be weaker than him.

Regret gnawed in my heart, densely packed, one bite after another.

He hated himself for not governing the country well, hating himself for being self-righteous, thinking they were doing well, no matter what.

The spoon was stirring in the pot, unable to scoop the food. He didn't want to feed her these, he wanted to give her something good. It doesn't need to be too good, a bowl of white porridge will do, or a little thin.

Eat like that, at least you won't get sick!

As if his throat was being pinched, he choked so badly that he wanted to throw the spoon away and cursed loudly.

Scolding himself, scolding Pei Jiufeng, that foolish tyrant, he must die!

But it was useless, even if he scolded his voice, he would not be able to get food. And he injured a leg and couldn't go out at all, couldn't go out to get food.

Wang Dachun was still in a coma in the room, he couldn't wait, he couldn't linger any longer. Closing his eyes, shaking his hands, he scooped a spoonful of something into the bowl.

Looking down, it was a spoonful of bone slag. Immediately, he breathed tightly, and his heart felt as if it was being clenched fiercely.

Guilt, regret, despair.

He wants to smash the bowl, let this bowl of pig food go to hell!

But after smashing this, what does Dachun eat?

It is called Tiantian not working, and the earth is not working. There is nothing better to describe his state of mind at this time than this sentence, there is really no way.

Pei Jiufeng dragged a wounded leg, held a bowl of pig food, pursed her lips tightly, moved little by little, and entered the house through the narrow yard.

Wang Dachun was lying on the ground, wrapped in a quilt with little warmth, his face was red with burning, and he had no consciousness at all.

He moved little by little in the direction of her head and sat down slowly and laboriously. Such a simple action made his forehead sweat in pain.

She put the bowl on the ground, lifted her head, and rested it on her intact leg. Then scooped a small spoon of the cloudy hot soup, blew it warm, and fed it to her mouth.

"Dachun, Dachun, open your mouth." He patted her face lightly.

Wang Dachun didn't wake up, but his teeth were less tightly clenched. He gently opened her mouth and fed the soup.

Fortunately, she was able to swallow on her own. Pei Jiufeng breathed a sigh of relief, endured the grief in her heart, and scooped another spoonful of soup and fed it into her mouth.

In this way, most of the bowl of soup is fed into it. At the back, she seemed to have a little consciousness, and she could feed it without him opening her mouth.

There was still a little bit left in the bowl, which was already cold.

He feeds slowly, the weather is cold, and halfway through feeding, there is no need to blow cold. By the time one third of the soup is left, the soup is barely steaming.

He poured the remaining third into his mouth.

The taste is unspeakably weird. He ate it for two months, and his taste buds were raised again. When he tasted this weird taste, he almost spit it out!

He covered his mouth hard and swallowed hard.

You can't vomit, you have to eat to gain strength.

After a long time, the feeling of vomiting faded, he let go of his mouth and slowly relaxed his body. Put Wang Dachun on the ground, resting on the ground with both hands, and slowly got up.

He took the bowl and went out without washing it. He scooped up another half bowl without looking at it. He closed his eyes and swallowed into his stomach.

For a long time, his body was still shaking, desperately fighting the urge to vomit.

When he felt better, he scooped cold water into the basin, found a hand towel, and carried it into the house.

Wipe Wang Dachun's face, neck, hands, and feet.

As he wiped his hands, he almost couldn't hold back the tears. The hands that were as thin as chicken feet were covered with frostbite. And her feet were no better.

He had never seen such ugly hands and feet.

Tears flowed out and were wiped away by him. Heart sour and bitter, ashamed and ashamed. With unprecedented patience, he slowly and carefully wiped her palms and soles, and finally put the towel on her forehead.

After doing this, he sat on the ground and looked at her worriedly.

Wake up quickly, he has many things to ask her.

How did you get into such a field?

What happened?

I ate something in my stomach and gradually gained strength.

Pei Jiufeng stood up slowly, tried her best to use one leg to maintain her balance, and bent over to hug Wang Dachun with the quilt.

It's actually not difficult.

Because she is as light as a feather.

After settling her down, seeing that she showed no signs of waking up, she dragged her injured leg to look at the house.

With a total of two rooms and an open-air kitchen, he quickly turned around and found that there was nothing to eat at home.

With a heavy heart, he returned to the room, probed Wang Dachun's forehead, took off the warm towel, soaked it in cold water again, and put it on her forehead.

After a pause, he remembered the last time he was sick, so he got a little water, wet her lips, and occasionally fed a few drops.

Gradually, the sky darkened.

After nightfall, a whirring wind blew outside, and the door panels and windows creaked. Pei Jiufeng clearly felt the cold wind blowing in.

Unable to bear the cold, he moved to Wang Dachun's house, took her tattered quilt, wrapped it around himself, and sat beside the bed to take care of her.

It was still very cold, and Wang Dachun's quilt was thinner than his, and could not keep out the cold at all.

Ruthless, he put the quilt on Wang Dachun's body as well, then got on the bed by himself, squeezed into the quilt, and covered two quilts with her.

They are brothers and sisters. At such a time, they don't care about the rules. The most important thing is that they can't freeze to death.

Wang Dachun woke up in the middle of the night.

As soon as she moved, Pei Jiufeng noticed it and opened her eyes immediately: "Sister, are you awake?"

He didn't feel embarrassed when he called out "sister".

He is Wang Dagen now, he should call her sister. Naturally, he called out again: "Sister, how do you feel?"