Chapter 10 Did you have a nightmare? Because it rained for two days in a row, ...

Because it rained for two days in a row, He Feng really went out fishing. He

also took home an old book from an old teacher in the village. It was "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". According to Lao Li, it was a popular novel that everyone loved to read.

When He Feng heard it, he took it away.

He even exchanged it for a three-jin carp.

Seeing that he was not only really happy that he didn't have to work, but even found books to entertain him, Song Qingshu understood in his heart.

He Feng is a simple-minded person.

The simple-minded person was standing by the bridge. The grass under his feet was up to his ankles because of the accumulated rainwater. If he stepped on it, water would flow into his waders.

He Feng didn't care much. He cast the net last night and it was ready to be pulled up after a night.

He caught some small yellow croakers the day before yesterday, but he let go of the small ones and took them home to fry a plate of fish for Song Qingshu.

The small yellow croaker had been carefully scaled, gutted, marinated, coated in an egg-based batter, and fried until golden and crispy.

It's not only a delicious dish to go with wine, but also a delicious snack.

Seeing that Song Qingshu liked it, He Feng took note and went to the riverbank to cast a net last night.

The rain was drizzling today, much lighter than yesterday. This river is a tributary of the larger river that flows through the province, and it has also experienced floods, drowning people.

But as spring and autumn pass, people come and go, but the river remains unchanged. The emerald waters are unknown, but it's known that many children die every year because of this river.

In recent years, families have forbidden their children from approaching, leaving only the elderly to fish and cast their nets.

He Feng walked, one foot deep and one foot shallow. The river had no dam to block it, only a bridge connecting the two cities. From this side of the river, he could see people on the other side.

They were all there to fish, and no one spoke much, for fear of scaring the fish away.

He could only try his best to walk on the grass. There were trees on both sides of the river, and he had to be careful of snakes and insects.

The sky was covered with a veil of rain and fog, but that didn't hinder He Feng. He squatted by the river bank and pushed the duckweed aside with his hands. A black rope tied to a branch was revealed.

It was thicker than a fishing net. He Feng held the rope and pulled hard. When the net was almost closed, he saw the fish jumping around inside and couldn't help but smile. He

pulled the net up and needed to throw it on the shore to remove the entangled fish. He was so happy that he used more strength in his hands. However

, his feet slipped when he pulled the net.

It hit the ground with a plop, and the fishing net spread out and landed on the fallen He Feng, completely surrounding him.

"Brother..."

Song Qingshu sat up suddenly. The kerosene lamp on the table had gone out at some point. He gasped for breath, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

He saw that there was blood on He Feng's forehead.

The fish that hit him were also stained with it. The background was lush grass and the rain curtain that covered everything.

He Feng heard the noise and just wiped his face with a scoop of water. Before he could wipe it, he grabbed a towel and opened the curtain of the east room and walked in.

"What's wrong, kid?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Song Qingshu looked up at him, his eyes filled with water, the corners of his eyes were red, his pupils were trembling as

he stared at He Feng, his expression was panic. He swallowed and licked his lips to even out his breathing.

He Feng patted his back gently, "Brother is here, dreams are the opposite."

Remembering how his mother used to coax him, he raised his hand to touch Song Qingshu's hair, his tone gentle, "Touch the fur, it won't scare you."

Seeing Song Qingshu swallowing continuously, "Brother, go get a glass of water for kid first, okay?"

Song Qingshu didn't respond. Before he took a step, a hand grabbed the corner of his clothes and pulled it very tightly, and the blue and white veins were prominent.

It was like He Feng in the dream pulling hard at the net.

It's a pity that he didn't have such bulging muscles, but it was enough to make He Feng worried, "Brother, are you going to collect the fishing nets soon?"

It was clearly a question, but He Feng didn't hear the tone of inquiry. He didn't plan to hide it from Song Qingshu and admitted it directly.

"Can you take me with you?" The kitten opened its wet eyes and stared with its palm-sized face, its eyes full of begging.

He Feng still had no ability to resist, but his rationality was still there, "There is no road along the river, it's all mud, and it's too slippery when it rains."

"I'm worried if you go with me."

Song Qingshu maintained his expression, with his mouth slightly turned down, muttering in a huff, "Then I'm not worried if you go by yourself."

He Feng looked at him like this, and there was no way to refuse, "Then promise me that you will stand on the bridge and watch, okay?"

Song Qingshu nodded, his voice light and soft, "Brother, I want to drink water."

He Feng touched his soft hand, and Song Qingshu let go. He Feng turned around to pour him some water.

Song Qingshu leaned against the headboard and slowly closed his eyes. Even though he didn't read many novels in his original world, he knew that people who traveled through time and space in novels usually had some kind of mission or possessed some special ability.

What if...

what if his special ability was to be able to predict the future through dreams?

If so, he had to follow He Feng and change his ending. After all, he couldn't bear to see He Feng get into trouble.

After just a few days of getting along, he was willing to open up to He Feng. Maybe everything was arranged by fate.

He Feng brought a glass of water in an enamel cup. It was warm boiled water.

Song Qingshu held the snow-white enamel cup in his hand, gradually warming his palm and calming his frantic heartbeat.

But when he saw He Feng's hand while drinking the water, he still choked.

The already thin man coughed so hard that his eyes sparkled, his pale pink lips were shiny, and his long lips gave people the opportunity to lick inside and catch the tip of the bright red tongue.

He Feng was so frightened that he patted his back and coaxed him in a low voice, "Drink slowly, brother is waiting for you."

"That river is dangerous. Next time you want to go there, find a sunny day and I will walk slowly with you."

There was helplessness in his voice, more like coaxing a child.

Song Qingshu was a little dazed after bowing his head. He pursed his lips, and a small dimple on the left cheek was faintly visible, which was very cute.

He Feng's gaze followed and finally circled to Song Qingshu's clear eyes, "No?"

Song Qingshu's eyes moved, and he came up with a good idea, "Next time, take me fishing."

He reached out and held He Feng's hand, stroking the bulging blue veins and touching the rough calluses. He said with fear: "I just had a dream. I dreamed that something would happen to me while fishing. I was scared."

"Don't be afraid, baby, I will be careful. Not only fishing, you can tell me anything."

Song Qingshu then restrained his expression, put the enamel cup on the table, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

He Feng took his cup and left, pouring another and placing it on the large table. The main hall was divided into a living room and two inner rooms.

The living room walls were covered with portraits of leaders, and below was a tall, long table, decorated with photos of He Feng's parents, candlesticks, statues, and various other items.

Below the table was a large, square wooden table, and beneath that was a smaller, nested table.

He Feng left first, and Song Qingshu changed his clothes before coming out. Standing at the wooden table, he looked at the photo of He Feng's parents for the first time.

He silently promised them that as long as he was there, as long as He Feng was willing to keep him, he would do his best to help him.

He was in poor health, and farming might not be his forte, so he could help him in other ways.

His eyes grew determined, unsure what he would gain from helping He Feng. A face flashed before his eyes, then faded into memory.

Song Qingshu knew that was the only thing he owed to his former world: repaying the person who had supported him.

Sadly, he passed away before he could personally hand it over.

He had been diagnosed with congenital heart disease since childhood and was abandoned by his parents. Later, his father, the director of the orphanage, took him back to the orphanage, and donations from kind-hearted individuals funded his education.

As an adult, he moved out of the orphanage, rented a house, and went to school. He was admitted to a top university without the pressure of studying, but after only one semester, his health deteriorated. He

finally asked his counselor for a leave of absence, as the doctor said his body could no longer sustain it.

Song Qingshu wasn't surprised by his own death. After dropping out of school, he tried to find a job, but it was difficult. Anyone who saw him could tell he was weak and couldn't exert himself.

High-intensity work was even more of an issue.

He earned a small fortune by drawing cartoon avatars online. Since he was leaving anyway, he didn't choose to be kind to himself. Instead, he saved his money to repay his sponsor and the dean.

He remembered that he was still smiling when he left. His grandmother took his hand, saying, "My child has suffered, but he won't have to suffer anymore."

It was that familiar, kind smile Song Qingshu hadn't seen in twelve years.

To his surprise, he woke up just as he held his grandmother's hand.

He bowed before heading out to wash up.

He Feng was busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast. A tofu seller passed by that morning and ordered three blocks to make fish soup for lunch.

Given Song Qingshu's health, He Feng wouldn't let him go out on an empty stomach to help him fish the nets. He prepared a block of tofu and two eggs.

Then he took it out, added water to the pot, boiled it, steamed the buns, and kept the fried tofu warm.

He originally wanted to fry the white flour buns, cut them in half, pressed them twice in the pot with a spatula, and they were crispy and hot, but too dry.

Song Qingshu might feel uncomfortable because he had eaten too much oil in the past two days, so he chose to steam it.

When Song Qingshu came over after washing up, He Feng had just covered the pot.

"Brother, are you still eating?"

He Feng nodded. Xiao Hei came out, poked the eggshell with his black nose, and kept licking the egg liquid with his tongue.

Finally, He Feng picked up the eggshell with his lower hand and threw it into the chicken coop. The fat local chickens clucked and pecked at the eggshell with their heads down.

The ducks on the other side had been eating well these two days. All the internal organs in the gutted fish were thrown to the ducks, so that they quacked when they saw He Feng.

The courtyard was full of the atmosphere of life.

Song Qingshu wanted to squat down, and a short stool was handed to him, "You can't squat for long. If you want to stay here with me in the future, just sit down."

A light flashed in those pure eyes, and He Feng immediately added, "But, you can only sit down."

Song Qingshu pouted and looked down at the ants crawling in the cracks of the bricks on the ground. He sighed, "I know, my health is not good and I can't work."

"Baby, don't say that."

"Brother only hopes you are well. Whether it's work at home or work in the fields, brother can do it alone."

"Do you believe me?" He came closer.

Song Qingshu met his dark eyes, nodded in a daze, "Then, I have to do something, right?"

"Let me think about it first, let's eat first."