C100 Old Man

At the foot of a mountain full of medicinal fragrance, a small Mao Cheng was pushed awake by a pair of young hands. He was hungry, there was nothing in this world harder to endure than hunger and thirst.

He opened his eyes with all his might. A little boy two or three years older than him was sitting on the bed with a bowl of congee in his hand, looking at him with great curiosity