Mr. Han: "You are all very busy with your work. Just go about your business and don't let me disturb your work."
I'll chat with my young apprentice for a bit, then I'll leave.
Since Old Han said that, even those who didn't want to leave had to go.
The principal entrusted the task of taking care of Mr. Han to Director Xu, Xu Pingzhi.
As soon as those people left, Chen Qiang closed the office door.
Old Han found a place to sit down and said, "Stretch out your hand."
Song Yan obediently reached out her hand. She was unsure about some things and needed Han Lao's guidance.
Old Han touched his right hand, then switched to his left.
"How do you see your own body?" Old Han asked.
"Are there two? I'm not sure if it's two boys, or a boy and a girl?" Song Yan asked tentatively.
"Everything's fine, two boys! Old Zeng is so happy he'll be snotting off his nose!"
"Oh, right, they'll be back soon!" Old Han said.
Song Yan was also very excited, "Everything is over now, and all that's left are bright days!"
Old Han looked at Song Yan, patted the boy's hand, stood up, and stood by the window, looking out at the vast campus. He never expected to return here.
Actually, although life in that small mountain village was tiring, the days that followed were also happy.
He met this capable girl when he was at his lowest point and about to give up.
He simply felt that it wasn't easy for the educated youth to go to the countryside, and he wanted to help if he could. Old Liao and the others, however, were worried about themselves.
What are my own thoughts?
At the time, he felt it was already the worst possible situation; what could he do if it got any worse? He was content when Song Yan gave him two eggs. At least at that moment, the child was grateful to him.
But little did they know that their lives would change completely because of this girl...
He would never forget it. After the meeting that day, Song Yan looked at him and couldn't bear to reach out to help him up.
He refused, but he was touched. Although he had been framed by those people, many had also reached out to him in his most dangerous moments. Otherwise, he wouldn't have survived.
He hadn't eaten much for lunch that day and didn't know how he would get through the night. But four tomatoes and four flatbreads probably became their eternal comfort.
That day, the four of them each held a tomato and a pancake. Their hearts were not at peace!
I can still remember the taste; it was so delicious!
From that day on, they almost never truly went hungry...
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