Chapter 1 The Child Bride of the He Family “Although you

said in front of the whole village that you are my child bride, I also know that you have difficulties and I will not drive you away.”

“Your family conditions are average, so you can live here first. They won’t dare to come here to arrest you. "

He Feng blew out smoke rings from his mouth, and moved a new quilt from the west room and spread it on the bed.

Song Qingshu was still in a daze, his wet eyes were lifeless, and he bit his lips, wanting to cry but not crying, which made anyone feel soft-hearted.

He Feng knew that he was scared. How could such a sickly-looking young intellectual withstand the tossing? If he

hadn't fallen into his arms, he would have been taken advantage of by that old bachelor tonight.

But he had never heard that Old Wang liked men before. He was frail and had a mouth full of yellow teeth. Not many people in the whole Hejia Village cared about him.

Girls stayed away from him, and boys...

There was no such handsome and student-like man in the whole village.

His eyelids twitched, staring at him for what.

He didn't know when the cigarette butt in his hand burned out, and it almost burned his fingers.

He Feng patted his shoulder gently. He remembered that when the village chief brought them here, he asked them to introduce their names, "Song Qingshu, right? "

Song Qingshu raised his eyes, tears welling up in his eyes, and he hummed softly.

It was so weak that it seemed like a mosquito passing by.

"I'll go boil some water and cook some food. After eating, we'll go to bed early today. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Song Qingshu searched for memories in his mind. In his impression, He Feng didn't talk much and looked very fierce. For some reason, everyone in the village was in awe of him, and even the village chief spoke to him in a kind manner.

He Feng didn't force him to say anything, and turned to leave.

Suddenly, a pair of slightly cold hands grabbed his fingers, and He Feng frowned subconsciously. It was obviously the end of September, and it wasn't cold at all. He didn't know how he got so cold.

He turned around and lowered his head, and saw the young educated youth looking up at him. His palm-sized face was dazzlingly pale, and he was thin, with bright big eyes that stood out even more. He stammered, "Thank you, Brother He Feng." "

After all, he is a student from the city. He has a tattooed face and his voice is as clean as the stream at the entrance of the village.

He Feng is not very good at dealing with such situations. When he was in the army, no one in the village dared to approach him after leaving the army, let alone calling him brother like a spoiled child.

"It's okay, just stay here with peace of mind."

He was a little uncomfortable, but fortunately, the soft and cold hands did not hold for too long and loosened, watching He Feng leave eagerly.

Song Qingshu was sitting on his bed, thinking about this series of things.

He died of a heart attack in his rented house. When he opened his eyes again, the room was dark and he almost jumped up with fright.

In front of him was a fat and big-eared man, standing by the bed, looking at him carefully with his small eyes, and a woman spoke like a salesperson, "See, I didn't lie to you, this child has been beautiful since she was a child."

Maybe it was too dark, the two did not notice that he had narrowed his eyes and had woken up.

The woman patted the lustful man, "Let's go out and talk first. Give him the money and he's yours. "

The man wanted to touch the person on the bed, but before he could stretch out his hand, he was slapped away. The woman rolled her eyes, "Wake him up. Don't blame me if this doesn't work out."

The man then followed her out honestly. Song Qingshu sat up from the bed in an instant. He had no time to observe the shabby room. He pushed open the window and door and was about to escape.

As soon as he stood on the bed, he felt the familiar weakness, and his hands and feet were soft and powerless.

But he still gritted his teeth and reached the windowsill, trying to support himself. The broken stones under his palms hurt, but he didn't care. His eyes fell on the back of the house, which was a desolate yard.

After barely standing on the windowsill, he jumped down again. His legs were so weak that he immediately knelt on the ground.

There was a "click" sound, which was the sound of pottery tiles and glass hitting each other, and it also startled the two people who were arguing outside the door. The moment the door was opened, Song Qingshu supported his left knee and ran towards the light.

They should not dare to be seen by the villagers selling people so openly.

As he ran, memories that did not belong to him flooded into his mind.

It turned out that Song Qingshu was an educated youth who went to the countryside. His father remarried a new wife a year ago and suddenly passed away half a year ago.

Song Qingshu did not like the stepmother's somewhat harsh face. After handling his father's funeral, he had a quarrel with her and returned to the village.

He planned to make other plans after finishing his trip to the countryside.

But for some reason, this stepmother who was far away in the city suddenly came here in the afternoon and persuaded Song Qingshu kindly, saying that there were only two of them in the family and they should live a good life. Otherwise

, his father's spirit in heaven would not be able to... Peace of mind.

As soon as Song Qingshu wavered, he was knocked unconscious by a club.

It was just now when he woke up again.

His body was not much better than before, with a skinny figure and weak strength. He was panting heavily after running a few steps, breathing in more than out.

Behind him was a fat man with big ears and a woman who was running and cursing.

Because the sound was too sharp, the dogs not far away were scared and barked wildly, and gradually some people who had just returned from the fields stopped.

He Feng was the only one who was alone and didn't care about other people's private affairs.

He held a hoe in one hand and a cigarette that had just been handed to him in the other hand. He put it on his ear because he didn't want to smoke.

Someone greeted him, and the child was still lying timidly behind his father, looking at people with a pair of round eyes.

He Feng talked to the man for a while, and the man frowned, "It's a drought this year. If it doesn't rain in two days, I will have to water it myself." "

Well, let's hope it rains. "

As he said this, he smiled at the child, but the child shrank his neck and hid completely, not even wanting to stick his little head out.

He Feng nodded at the man, "You go ahead and do your work, I'll go back."

The voices in the distance gradually approached, and the man stuck his head out, and his tone was exactly the same as his son's just now, and he said puzzledly, "Did Lao Li make his wife angry again? But this voice doesn't sound like that, tut, the scolding is really ugly."

He knew that He Feng didn't like to talk about these things, and sure enough, the man's footsteps never stopped for a moment.

There was a noise in the yard. It was his son calling him to eat. He wanted to see the excitement, so he asked his son to bring it out to him. After all, it was noodles, and he could eat it at the door.

He Feng was not old, but he was of a higher generation. People greeted him along the way. People of similar age also called him "young master", not to mention those of younger generations, who called him "young master".

But the children were afraid of him and dared not say a word.

He had also heard that some people could not control naughty children . The man said he would send it to his house, but when he came out and saw him, he awkwardly called him "young master.

" The cursing was so vulgar and unpleasant that even He Feng frowned and looked over. They were in the alleyway over there, on the other side of the old house, where there were mud houses.

They were houses made of mud mixed with wheat straw, and then a thick layer of wheat straw and corn stalks was laid on top to make them a house.

The house over there was so shabby and old that no one lived there now.

Not sure why they had hired someone today, he took another cigarette and turned down the other offered hands.

"Could it be that some couple couldn't resist and went looking for excitement over there?"

the man whose cigarette was refused speculated with a smile. The others didn't respond, and he seemed a little embarrassed. He wanted to say more, but He Feng glared back, shutting his mouth.

He Feng didn't want to talk to them anymore. The one who had just spoken was a brother from his family, and these were newcomers to the village. He didn't know them well, and he didn't want to interact with them.

He Feng lived in a remote area, in the south, with alleys on both sides of the main road. Autumn was about to arrive, and the days were getting shorter. Today, he hadn't noticed until the moon came out.

Fortunately, the moonlight was bright tonight, enough to illuminate the road clearly.

He rubbed his eyes. His left eyelid had been twitching all day. He wondered if he hadn't slept well last night. He prepared to go back and clean up, eat a quick meal, and then rest.

Before he could get far, a thin, slightly cold body rushed into his arms, trembling nervously.

He Feng knew he should have pushed away, but the trembling person held him tightly, as if grasping at straws.

Even though he was a hard-hearted person, he couldn't bear to carry the man away.

Song Qingshu felt that he had run very far. Just when he was about to be caught, fortunately a black dog jumped out from the side and roared at his stepmother and the fat-eared man.

It scared the two of them and bought him some more time.

He crashed into the man's chest, his nose felt sore, and his eyes were instantly wet.

The man's clothes were a little damp from just coming back from the ground, and the hot chest steamed Song Qingshu's cheeks, which were unnaturally red.

He raised his wet eyes, his nose was also red, and he was so scared that his words were not very coherent.

He begged in a low voice, "Please... please, save me."

Before He Feng could answer, he heard his stepmother's sharp scolding from behind him, "How shameless you are, you little bastard, you just want to get into the arms of a man when you catch him."

She was so tired that she just took a breath and continued, pinching her waist, "You are so slutty."

"Besides, with a sickly body like you, which family would be willing to marry their daughter to you? Your father once talked about child brides when he was alive."

Before Qin Yun finished speaking, he saw the weak young man turn his head and hide in the arms of a ferocious beast, baring his teeth like an angry little animal.

"I'm the He family's child bride! The educated youth were specially arranged here. You have no right to sell me to anyone else!"

The surrounding villagers gathered around, pointing at Qin Yun and saying, "Is this really the child's mother? Why are you cursing so harshly?"

"You're even selling the child? How could there be such a mother..."

Qin Yun rolled her eyes impatiently. "What do you think you care? You country

bumpkins, what do you know?" Her harsh words and arrogant tone made the surrounding villagers even more unforgiving. Their passions suddenly surged, and their saliva flew everywhere.

They also cursed the wretched-looking Wang Qiang beside her.

Wang Qiang, annoyed, pushed her and said he didn't want to buy her.

Qin Yun stumbled and regained her balance, pouting and rolling her eyes, which made everyone even more annoyed.

The surrounding noises gave Song Qingshu some courage, and the reassuring aura of the man beside him helped him not to push her away angrily.

He silently steeled himself, swallowing hard before speaking:

"Everyone, please be a witness."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone gradually quieted down to listen.

The young man looked frail, his cheeks flushed from exhaustion from running for his life, tears welling in his eyes, and his voice choked.

"This is my stepmother. She wanted to sell me to that man, but I ran away because I didn't want to."

"My father passed away. Before he left, he said I was the He family's child bride. From now on, I live in the He family, and I'm a member of Hejia Village."

He gritted his teeth, and the simple attire of everyone told him this wasn't the open-minded New Century, but the 1980s.

But if he didn't say anything, given the chaotic times, who knew if Qin Yun would knock him out again and sell him off?

"I hope you can accept me."

Song Qingshu lowered his head, not daring to look. The silence was hushed. He didn't realize the entire village was staring at the two of them. Because He Feng's face was expressionless, they didn't dare to speak easily.

Unable to bear it, Song Qingshu bit his lip, his legs suddenly softened, and he almost knelt down.

A hand beside him quickly grabbed his wrist and waist, brought him directly into his arms, and patted his back gently.

The magnetic voice was very obvious in the silent atmosphere, "Then come home with me."

This was a statement.

Song Qingshu supported his chest with one hand, half turned around and looked at Qin Yun, "Ms. Qin, you look down on Hejia Village as a rural area, so go back to your city."

Then the people of Hejia Village spitted and scolded Qin Yun away.

Song Qingshu watched her leave angrily, bowed deeply to the villagers, "Thank you."

He hadn't finished recalling.

The door that was already open was pushed open by Degen.