Old Liao said impatiently, "Stop arguing, I believe her."
After Song Yan finished giving Lao Liao the injection, several old men came in again.
Song Yan was peeling an apple.
In those days, transportation was underdeveloped, and food storage was poor. There were practically no apples to eat this time of year. Song Yan didn't care whether they had noticed anything unusual.
Old Liao needs to eat fruit to supplement her vitamins, which will help her recover as soon as possible.
Unlike the other three, Lao Liao didn't make it through the original story.
Song Yan sat on a pile of hay on the ground, while Old Liao lay on his tattered bed, a little taller than her. He patted Song Yan's head and said, "It's not easy for you to earn money, kid. Have you spent it all? Money isn't easy to earn outside either. If you get caught... don't take that risk next time."
Old Du: "We're a hundred times better off than before. You need to take good care of yourself too."
Song Yan: "I have the ability to make money, not to mention anything else. Don't worry, this little bit of food won't bankrupt me."
Old Zeng looked up at her, but he didn't say anything.
"If you get yourself killed because of us, will you regret it?" Old Zeng asked sullenly.
"Unless you tell others what kind of relationship I have with you, they won't be able to catch me." Song Yan watched Lao Liao eat the juicy apple, and her mood improved, and she smiled.
Old Han: "Alright, let's go home early!"
Song Yan left them some cornmeal and wheat flour. He didn't dare take too much, fearing that someone would come to inspect again in a few days and find something amiss…
In the pitch-black night, someone came to visit Old Zeng. Actually, Old Zeng had already guessed that someone was coming.
Old Du was quite alert; he knew as soon as Old Zeng went out. He didn't say a word after Old Zeng returned. But Old Zeng hadn't lain down since returning.
Old Du: "What's wrong with you? It's so late, go to sleep!"
"Old Du, I really can't sleep." Old Zeng's voice was very muffled.
Old Du: "Is there some bad news?"
"Sigh!" After a long sigh, Old Zeng said nothing more.
Clindamycin needs to be administered intramuscularly twice a day. Just as dawn was breaking, Song Yan came to give Lao Liao another injection.
Old Zeng, who hadn't slept all night, watched Song Yan's figure disappear at the end of the path.
Old Du didn't say anything. Something must have happened at Old Zeng's house.
After taking the medicine and getting the injection, Lao Liao's fever really didn't return. When Song Yan came again that evening, she was feeling much better. Lao Han gave her a new prescription and told her to take it for another three days.
Since Song Yan arrived, Lao Zeng has remained silent.
Song Yan looked at Lao Du questioningly, "What's wrong?"
Old Du shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.
Old Han: "He's been like this all day."
"Song Yan, come here." Old Zeng called to her, and Song Yan took a few steps toward him.
Song Yan asked him, "Old Zeng, what's wrong?"
"Be my girl!" Old Zeng suddenly said.
What are you talking about? Song Yan neither agreed nor refused.
"Be my daughter, and then take care of me in my old age," Old Zeng added.
"If you're willing, I'll definitely take care of you in your old age!" Song Yan thought to himself. "Once you turn your lives around, there will be people lining up for miles to curry favor with you. You won't have to worry about taking care of yourselves in your old age."
"You're willing to take care of me in my old age, but you can't be my daughter?" Old Zeng's words were clearly unhappy.
What's wrong with Lao Zeng? Lao Zeng brought it up so abruptly.
Song Yan: "I hadn't thought about this before. Besides, you are all my teachers. A teacher for a day is a father for life, isn't that right?"
"Then come and kneel down before me." Old Zeng said in an unyielding tone, sitting there solemnly and imposingly waiting for Song Yan to kneel down before him.
Old Han couldn't stand it anymore: "What do you mean by this? Aren't you forcing the child?"
Old Zeng: "You don't want to? If you don't want to, then leave. I won't force you."
Can Song Yan say that he is currently very confused?
Old Du: "Someone came to see him yesterday. He's been acting strange ever since. Song Yan, just ignore him. Let him calm down and he'll be fine."
If Song Yan leaves, Old Zeng will definitely be very sad. If he were to kneel down and admit defeat... it seems there's still some...
Song Yan was not used to kneeling.
To be honest, Song Yan and his father had only known each other for a little over ten days. In terms of genuine affection, Lao Du, Lao Han, and Lao Zeng were the ones who truly resembled fathers.
Old Zeng remained silent, his expression extremely serious in the dim light of the kerosene lamp. Clearly, he was waiting for Song Yan's decision.
Old Zeng, a man forged in the crucible of war, shouldn't be fragile. But at this moment, Song Yan felt he was very vulnerable. Song Yan felt that rejecting him now would deeply hurt him.
So what if I call them "Dad"? Whether I call them "Dad" or not, they've taught me so much. With the bond we've built together, taking care of them in their old age is nothing. Besides, I have the financial means myself.
At first, he was kind to them because he knew they were senior figures, worthy of respect, and their experiences were pitiful. Later, he developed feelings for them, and he was grateful for their generous sharing of knowledge.
Song Yan took a step forward and actually knelt down in front of Lao Zeng.
"Kneel down before me." Old Zeng's tone was particularly stern.
Song Yan obediently did as instructed.
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