Chapter 270 Illness
Old Song is indeed in a bad condition.
Maybe it’s because I’m getting older and my resistance is getting worse, so I caught a cold before the New Year.
It could also be that living alone, even with ample resources, eating and drinking aren't always comfortable. He's a lot thinner than the last time I came back.
There is a superstitious saying in the village: "At seventy-three or eighty-four, the King of Hell won't call you to go."
They all said that Old Song would never make it past the age of seventy-three.
Song Jinglin felt uncomfortable looking at his father who looked a little unrecognizable.
The old man has been bedridden for a few days, but he can move around.
But my legs were as weak as noodles and I felt dizzy when I walked.
Boss Song was afraid that the villagers would gossip about the child, so he came to look after him, but he didn't take very good care of him and didn't send him to the hospital.
The Liu family couldn't go past the other person's son, so they asked the village doctor to come and take a look.
Old Song had just taken his medicine and was falling asleep.
"Old man, you're back. Please take good care of me. I've been exhausted these days. I'll go back to my room first." Song Jingchun said this and left.
I heard that my husband had been promoted a long time ago, and I really don't want to see him.
Song Jinglin did not respond, but sat next to Old Song.
Liu Qingqing pulled a piece of meat out of the bag she brought back and went into the kitchen.
Song Xiangyang had some impression of his grandfather, but not too much. After he turned seven, he had forgotten a lot of things.
Most of them are vague knowledge, but it seems that they are not quite known.
He saw his father sitting in the room, so he followed his mother.
Fortunately, the train was freezing cold at that time. Even if there was heating, it only had two pipes to provide heat, and the effect was not very great.
The big pot for burning fire hadn't been used for a long time, and she was still a little uncomfortable with it.
Song Xiangyang has a natural interest in making fire, and playing with fire seems to be a game that boys are addicted to.
"Mom, I'm burning."
Liu Qingqing did not refuse. She explained the steps to him and no longer cared whether he could light it up or not.
After washing a large bowl of rice, put it in a pot to cook porridge.
Then start chopping the meat.
Another cabbage was dug out from the cellar.
Cut off a small piece of leaves and chop it finely.
When the porridge is almost cooked, you can stir-fry the meat filling. After it is cooked, add some salt to taste, then pour it into the porridge pot and stir.
Before serving, add "detoxifying and nourishing pills" and chopped cabbage.
The pot of vegetable and meat porridge cooked for Old Song is nutritious and easy to digest.
Taking her little pills can also make the old man get better quickly.
The two of them had no grudge against each other, and when Old Song fell ill, it affected more than just the whole family.
Song Jinglin waited for a while, but when no one woke up, he began to clean up the house.
It's really inappropriate for him to live in this house alone.
Old Song smelled a faint fragrance in his dream, and when he opened his eyes he saw Song Jinglin's busy figure.
He was stunned for a moment, thinking it was Song Jingchun.
When I woke up I realized it wasn't the case.
"Son!" After shouting, he climbed up and sat on the top of the kang cabinet.
Song Jinglin turned around suddenly: "Dad, you're awake."
"Hey, hey, I'm awake. I like to sleep when I get older." Old Song didn't know what he said. After saying this in a daze, he closed his mouth.
The two looked at each other, and there was no other words for a while.
There always seems to be something between me and my child, and I don’t know how to communicate.
The atmosphere was not broken until Liu Qingqing came in with porridge.
"Dad, you must be hungry. Come and have some porridge." Liu Qingqing stuffed the porridge into Song Jinglin's hand. Feeding is best done by one's own son.
Song Xiangyang also called out politely: "Grandpa, I'm back."
"Oh, my grandson has grown so big!" There is a difference between looking at a photo and seeing the person in person. The stature and appearance are not as real as seeing the person.
Song Jinglin understood and brought the porridge over.
Old Song paused after taking the first sip.
He glanced at his daughter-in-law who was still tidying up, and his grandson who was helping out. When these three came back, he knew he had picked up the food for him while he was cooking.
In fact, he did not lose out in this life. When he was in good health, his son gave him money. When he was not in good health, his son and daughter-in-law came back to take care of him.
"My dear friends, stop working so hard. You must be exhausted after rushing back. Take a break..."
Song Jinglin put a spoonful of food into his mouth, stopping him from speaking halfway.
Old Song...
There is only one room for people to live in the old Song family.
You can't sleep on the floor even in such cold weather.
In the evening, Liu Qingqing took her son to visit Old Lady Liu.
As for Song Jinglin, he stayed to accompany his father.
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