During the troubled times and the famine, the four-year-old girl fainted from starvation while fleeing the famine.
When she opened her eyes, she fell into a strange and strange world.
Towering buildings as far as the eye can see, rumbling iron-clad carts, and everyone holding luminous square plates in their hands, there are visions everywhere that she has never seen before.
My stomach is cramping with hunger, and the tempting aroma of meat buns wafts from the street breakfast stall.
Nanny shrunk her thin body and moved timidly to the stall, just asking for a bite of food to survive.
Before she even got close to the breakfast stall, the studio manager saw her in tatters, with a sallow complexion, and mistook her for a small group performer with excellent acting skills, and dragged her to work on set.
The onlookers were amazed.
"Oh, look at this little actor, his performance is so good! He is so hungry that his face is sallow and his muscles are thin. It makes me feel sad just to look at him."
"Isn't that right? The child I found is suffering and suffering, as if he really escaped!"
Only Nannan was filled with grievances and her eyes were red.
She's not acting.
She is really hungry.
