Crybaby 1

"Mom, you eat." There was no reluctance in his eyes, but only attachment to his mother.

Such a cute little bun made Gu Lan almost cry when she saw it, and her heart was so soft that it was a complete mess.

"Good boy, mother...mother is not hungry, you can eat." The memory of this original body allowed Gu Lan to quickly integrate into this new identity.

It seems that he saw that his mother really didn't eat, and that the little bun was really hungry, so he slowly ground the little black pancake in his hand with his teeth.

He hasn't eaten for nearly a day. Now that his mother has woken up, Little bun's stomach has been beating a little drum, and he can't bear it anymore.

Smiling at the child, Gu Lan slowly adjusted her sitting posture and stopped moving after feeling much more comfortable.

She could feel that this body was constantly on fire fever. If she couldn't find a way to reduce the fever, she would probably be finished too.

When Little bun wasn't paying attention, a fever-reducing medicine appeared in Gu Lan's hand, and she stuffed it into her mouth.

She swallowed it hard down her throat. It was impossible to drink water in this situation, although she really wanted to.

The medicine was so bitter, from the mouth to the stomach.

Gu Lan really don't want to try this taste again.

Little Bun grinded the black pancake with his teeth for a long time, and finally half of it was worn away. The remaining little bit was reluctant to eat, and he carefully hid it in the pit of his heart.

This scene was all seen by Gu Lan, and it was heartbreaking for such a young child to be so sensible.

Enduring the soreness in her body, Gu Lan hugged the little bun to her body and said, "Lean on your mother's body. If you feel sleepy, go to sleep."

Little Bun nodded, and leaned against his mother obediently, feeling his mother's breathing movements and body temperature. Maybe he was really tired, or maybe he was relieved that his mother woke up. After a while, Little Bun fell a sleep.

Gulan patted the little bun's body gently, enjoying the joy of experiencing the feeling of being a mother for the first time. To be honest, it was really not bad.

Maybe it was the special medicine she had taken that had an effect. Gu Lan felt that she was slowly gaining some strength and started to sweat.

It's good if she can sweat, which means the medicine has taken effect. Thanks to her liking to save things in the past, otherwise even if she had a chance to live, she would probably waste it.

She had to get some water while Little bun was asleep, otherwise even if her fever subsided, the two of them would die either starve to death or die of thirst.

Gu Lan didn't notice at all that she had completely integrated into this role, and completely regarded herself as Little bun's mother, without any sense of disobedience.

Using all her strength and sweating all over, she carefully moved the little bun to the withered grass under her body, and found a shabby package next to it. Gu Lan knew that it was her and the little bun's luggage.

She pulled out a shabby men's shirt and covered it with the child. Only then did Gu Lan begin to observe the surroundings.

This is a very dilapidated temple. As she has seen before, it is full of holes. It can be said that it is exposed everywhere and no place is good.

Gu Lan looked around and couldn't find anything useful. She was a refugee and didn't have much on her, so how could she bear to leave it behind?

Gu Lan had given up and was about to withdraw her gaze when she suddenly found a pot-shaped object exposed from a pile of dead grass not far away from them. The thing shouldn't be very big given the size of the dead grass.