Old Yang, however, was moved to tears and nodded repeatedly, his eyes glistening.,In the room, with an oil lamp lit, a son who was almost three months old lay in bed. He had already learned to roll over.,Liao Meiyin smiled and said, "When I fed him before, his eyes were squinting, like he was asleep. As soon as I put him on the bed, he woke up and wanted to play with me!"。