"Dang Dang Dang!"
Song Jisheng had already fallen into a deep sleep and could no longer hear any sounds from the outside world.
The door was opened from the outside; Uncle Song looked at his son, who was still frowning in his sleep, and let out a deep sigh.
He had heard Song Jisheng borrowing money in low tones from everyone last night, but now it seemed it was not as successful as hoped.
He blamed himself for being useless, having lived for so many years, and now with his wife sick, it fell to his son to humble himself and beg for help.
Uncle Song held back tears in his eyes, sat next to Song Jisheng, and as he looked at his son's face, he felt, as if in a trance, that his son had grown up. He had become a man who could stand tall and firm, who would one day be the mainstay of their family, while he himself had grown old.
Uncle Song decided that later he would meet with a few old comrades to see if he could borrow some money from them.
