FYN Chapter 4 Entrusting the Orphan?
Chapter 4 Entrusting the Orphan?
Shen Jingfang watched as her son ate happily in another woman's arms.
The woman's biological daughter was crying her heart out beside him, and he felt really guilty.
There seems to be an obsession with personally feeding the child.
So he came back carrying that red three-filter milk powder tin.
And so, war broke out.
"Langlang, sweetie, drink this, it's nutritious."
Shen Jingfang, holding the baby bottle, leaned closer with an expectant look on her face.
Chen Lang turned his head to the side.
"Be good, just take a sip."
Shen Jingfang forced the pacifier into his mouth.
Chen Lang shut his mouth tightly and resisted with all his might.
What a joke! Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt.
Listen to your father, or you'll kill me!
Shen Jingfang did not give up and tried to pry him open up.
Chen Lang was enraged.
The moment the pacifier was put in his mouth, he puffed out his cheeks and suddenly vomited.
"puff--"
Shen Jingfang's face was covered in face wash.
Milk was streaming down his cheeks, making him look utterly disheveled.
Shen Jingfang didn't believe in superstition.
I wiped my face, changed the angle, and tried again.
"puff--"
This time, it got sprayed on his shirt.
After several attempts, Shen Jingfang's patience finally ran out.
He wanted to use force.
Chen Lang immediately switched modes, opened his mouth and started crying, crying loudly and desperately, gasping for breath, his little face turning purple, as if he was about to faint at any moment.
Liu Xiaoli, who was in the next bed, couldn't stand it anymore and sat up.
"Jingfang, give it to me."
"Stop feeding it."
She took the child from Shen Jingfang's arms and gently turned to the side.
"The child is too young to recognize flavors, so let him eat mine."
Almost instantly, Chen Lang stopped crying.
He nudged his little head, found the familiar granary, and began to eat contentedly.
Shen Jingfang stood to the side, her expression complex.
There was helplessness, guilt, and a hint of inexplicable loss.
"Xiaoli, this is too much trouble for you..."
"What's the trouble?"
Liu Xiaoli smiled.
"We're all family, there's no need to be so formal."
"Xiaoqin is my best friend; her child is my child."
Fortunately, Chen Lang was a premature baby, and his appetite was not much bigger than that of a kitten.
Although Liu Xiaoli's breast milk was not particularly abundant, it was just enough to feed the two small babies who didn't eat much.
However, Xiao Anfeng seemed to be full of hostility towards this guy who was trying to steal his food.
Every time Chen Lang starts eating, his signature background music will start playing on time.
"Wow—wah wow wow—"
Chen Lang could only offer silent comfort in his heart.
"My dear wife, I have no choice, it's three servings!"
"So that your future husband can live a healthy life and grow up strong enough to marry you, you'll have to make do for a little while."
"At worst, I'll pay you back double later."
During this period, both families went to great lengths to supplement Liu Xiaoli's nutrition and increase her milk production.
There's a thermos on the small table in the ward almost every day.
It's either crucian carp soup, stewed old hen, or pig's trotter and peanut soup.
The rich aroma of meat filled the entire hallway.
Keep in mind, this was in 1987.
The spring breeze of the market economy has just begun to blow, and in many places you still need tickets to buy things.
Grain coupons, meat coupons, cloth coupons.
These things, which only exist in history books for future generations, are now real hard currency.
Ordinary families might not see meat more than a few times a month.
Being served fish soup and chicken soup every day like this is an absolute luxury.
Although Chen Lang's eyesight is not yet fully developed, he still sees things with a pixelated effect.
But his hearing and sense of smell are exceptionally keen.
He heard An Shaokang talking to Liu Xiaoli's mother, who was also Liu Yifei's maternal grandmother, several times.
"Mom, please don't buy any more. We've almost used up all the coupons at home."
"When we run out, we'll use the ones Jingfang gave us. He gave us a huge stack, enough for us to eat for almost half a year."
"I can't accept this..."
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. His son is still drinking Xiaoli's milk."
Chen Lang understood.
It turns out that it was his cheapskate father who was secretly providing financial support.
It seems that my family's resources are quite substantial.
In this day and age, someone who can casually pull out a large stack of various receipts is definitely not an ordinary wage earner.
Even families like An Shaokang's are rare.
That afternoon, Chen Lang had just finished eating and was feeling drowsy.
He was held in Shen Jingfang's arms.
The man's cigarette smell had faded considerably, replaced by a faint scent of soap.
He seems to have finally learned to clean himself up before holding the baby.
The two men chatted for a few moments by the window in the corridor.
Shen Jingfang suddenly fell silent for a moment, then said in a low voice.
"I'm leaving tomorrow."
Chen Lang's heart skipped a beat.
An Shaokang paused for a moment before teasing Chen Lang.
"So fast?"
"...The mission has been assigned, there's no other way, I have to go."
Shen Jingfang's voice was low and filled with helplessness.
"You can't not go?"
"cannot."
"You... you just became a father, and now your wife..."
An Shaokang didn't continue.
Chen Lang felt a pang of sorrow.
Although my cheap father always wanted to feed me Sanlu milk powder.
But he's still his biological father, after all.
She was born into a single-parent family and has only been settled for a few days before she has to entrust her orphan to someone else?
"How long will it take?"
"have no idea."
Shen Jingfang paused for a moment.
"Shaokang, I don't know when I'll be able to come back after I leave."
"I'm entrusting my child to you."
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
An Shaokang punched him.
"What kind of relationship do our two families have? Why do we need to talk about this?"
Shen Jingfang's voice was filled with helplessness.
"Langlang... I'll leave you with these for now."
"Wait for me to come back, I..."
"Alright."
An Shaokang interrupted him: "Why are you saying all this?"
"We are brothers, and Xiaoqin and Xiaoli are sisters."
"But let me tell you, if you don't come back, your son will be mine."
"Anyway, my mom dreams of having a grandson, so this is perfect."
Chen Lang's heart tightened.
Good guy.
In the past, when I saw news photos, An Shaokang looked very refined, like a university professor.
I never expected my private conversations with my adoptive father to be so unconventional.
Shen Jingfang looked up at him and smiled slightly.
"That's not possible."
"This is the only son left in the Chen family."
At most... I'll be your son-in-law.
An Shaokang was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Sure!"
"Then it's settled!"
"A son-in-law is like half a son; from now on, he'll be the son-in-law of the An family!"
An Shaokang's hearty laughter echoed in the corridor.
Chen Lang thought to himself, "Good heavens!"
My own cheap father.
He looked like he had a deep-seated grudge and was incredibly composed, but the moment he opened his mouth, he betrayed his own son.
You two are such a perfect match in terms of personality.
"Go ahead without worry."
An Shaokang put away his smile and solemnly assured Shen Jingfang.
"I'm here at home."
Chen Lang suddenly felt his head buzzing.
Go ahead and don't worry!
These four words automatically played a tragic background music in his mind.
This dialogue, this scene, even led to a standard flag being raised on the spot.
In his little head, a whole melodramatic script instantly began to uncontrollably play out in his mind.
My cheap dad bravely sacrificed himself for a glorious mission.
Years later, an uncle in uniform delivered a small box and a gleaming First-Class Merit Medal to Anjia.
From then on, he became an orphan of a martyr.
At school, he was so poor that he could only afford to drink the free soup in the cafeteria.
The poverty subsidy issued by the school was given to his relatives by the homeroom teacher.
Then one day, leaders from the Education Bureau came down for an inspection and accidentally discovered him, the forgotten child of a martyr.
The leader was furious, the principal was paralyzed with fear, and the homeroom teacher was fired on the spot.
From then on, he embarked on a path of special care from the state, striving hard, and defying all odds...