Jiang Qingqing is the daughter of a scholar. She can read a few words and likes to read books and grow flowers when she has nothing to do.
When her husband came back from work, he would pick a bouquet of flowers for her, which always made her very happy.
My daughter was just born and was still a baby who needed milk.
Her husband said that when he earned enough money, he would buy a sheep and let the child drink goat's milk to reduce her burden.
Jiang Qingqing's parents-in-law were very kind to her and never blamed or scolded her.
At the last moment, everyone thought about giving her the remaining food in the house.
Only when she eats can there be milk for the child to drink.
The husband and Jiang Qingqing were very sad about losing their parents-in-law, but they were powerless to resist fate.
They thought that if they held on a little longer, it would rain soon and they would have something to eat.
Until the people in the village starved to death one by one, and the smell of death filled the air every day.
Jiang Qingqing was very scared, but she felt a little more at ease when she thought of her husband and daughter being by her side.
On the day they decided to flee, Jiang Qingqing told her husband that they would go home when the weather got better.
Later, her husband was killed to protect her. She didn't know why the soldiers were chasing them, but she knew she had to hide her identity.
So she held the child and walked on the road alone.
The food she brought with her was gradually decreasing, and she had to travel hungry every day.
She has no milk left.
But the child was still young, so in order for her to survive, Jiang Qingqing gave her own blood.
When Gu Dong later watched this scene on camera, he got goosebumps from his own performance.
It was so moving that she even forgot she was acting in it.
Jiang Ren zoomed in and out, seeing the vast land with only a frail little woman holding her daughter. Their figures grew smaller and smaller...
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