Chapter 20 I'm in trouble "Awake, are you okay?"...

"Awake, are you okay?" He Feng wiped the sweat from his head and touched Song Qingshu with heartache.

If he had known, he would not have taken him to the field to watch the burial with his own eyes. With his poor health, he would definitely be easily frightened by something. He has not been in a good mood since he came back last night.

He would not say a word until He Feng asked him a question, or he would just sit there in a daze, like a rag doll without a soul.

"Baby?"

Song Qingshu turned to look at him. His eyes were obviously the same as usual, but there was not much brilliance, and he didn't call him brother anymore.

He Feng found his clothes and put them beside the bed, "Change clothes first, get up and eat."

He was about to leave, Song Qingshu reached out to pull him, and said pitifully, "Brother, I'm nervous."

The hand that was grabbed felt his panicked heartbeat through a thin layer of pajamas. He Feng's own heartbeat also slowed down by two beats, and then beat in a mess.

He gently stroked Song Qingshu's hair with his free hand. "I know, little boy, be good. Can I change your clothes?"

Song Qingshu nodded and fell silent again. His heartbeat was erratic under his palm. He must have been scared out of his wits. He Feng was going to take him to Lao Jin to call him back after dinner.

His clothes were loose and soft. He Feng pinched the hem and turned it up, helping him take off his shirt.

His milky skin was exposed, his collarbone delicate, and his ribs were beneath the pink bulge. Because he was thin, his waist and abdomen were flat and straight.

No wonder he always felt full after eating anything.

He Feng steadied his breathing and took the shirt next to him to help him put it on. The aqua green shirt looked fresh and soft, and it suited Song Qingshu very well.

He coaxed him into putting on his pants before helping him get out of bed to wash up. He still brushed his teeth, but he was like a machine without any self-control, doing whatever He Feng said. He

was also very insecure and just wanted He Feng to be with him all the time.

He Feng wiped his face and hands with a wet towel, feeling like he was taking care of a child.

It wasn't so bad, actually. If he had a child who looked like Song Qingshu, who seemed sweet and innocent, blinking and staring at people without crying or making a fuss...

he wouldn't have expected that.

Breakfast was simple: pumpkin porridge with stir-fried chicken and chili peppers, and the pickled fish the village chief had prepared earlier.

He Feng had just cut up an old pumpkin and spread the seeds on the window lattice, waiting to dry them for later.

Song Qingshu scooped up the pumpkin porridge with an iron spoon. He Feng put a grain of saccharin in his bowl, mashed the pumpkin, and cut off the skin.

This made it easier for him to eat.

After dinner and packing up the house, He Feng called Xiao Hei back home, locked him in, and locked the door before leaving.

Lao Jin lived in an alley to the south. If the grass in the backyard wasn't too lush, a small path would lead to the woods and a straw stack behind Lao Jin's house.

Every household has a straw stack, which is the best for lighting a stove. It will light up quickly and is not easy to prick your hands.

He Feng held Song Qingshu's hand all the way. Originally it was his wrist, but Song Qingshu would hold his wrist with his other hand.

He Feng changed to holding his hand, asking him to be good, and he would not be so irritable. He

was not feeling well in the morning, and he drank half of a bowl of porridge and did not want to eat anymore. He Feng fed him, but he did not even open his mouth, just stared at people eagerly.

He Feng felt so soft-hearted.

When he arrived at Lao Jin's house, he had just come back from the fields, and his wife was cooking in the kitchen. He squinted his eyes with his old glasses.

"Hey, Fengzi, little educated youth, have you eaten?"

"Yes, I have. I wanted to ask you to help call his soul back. He was like this when he came back from the fields yesterday. He must have lost his soul."

"Let me see." Lao Jin washed his hands and wiped them with a towel before coming over.

Song Qingshu acted as if he didn't recognize him. He warily tried to hide behind He Feng, but He Feng pulled him back and patted his back. "It's okay, little one, be good."

Lao Jin's face was full of teasing. "You're doing this like you're coaxing your wife."

He Feng smiled back, holding Song Qingshu's hand tightly, letting Lao Jin check on him.

There weren't many people in Hejia Village who knew how to call back souls. One had passed away two years ago, and the most recent was Lao Jin. When He Feng was a child, it was that old man who helped call back the soul.

"Yes, you're scared. Come here." Lao Jin asked He Feng to lead Song Qingshu into the sunlight.

The old clock in the house chimed, ringing eleven times before stopping.

Lao Jin asked Song Qingshu to stand alone, now unable to rely on He Feng. Song Qingshu glanced to the side and blinked.

He Feng spoke silently, "Be good. I'll carry you back later."

Song Qingshu pouted his lips. Lao Jin asked him how old he was, what his zodiac sign was, and where he was from.

Before Song Qingshu could figure it out, He Feng answered it for him. Lao Jin asked for his nickname again and drew a circle under Song Qingshu's feet with a stick.

The whole person was circled in.

Then he touched Song Qingshu's head with his eyes closed, repeating the action of stroking his hair, muttering something so dense that neither of them could understand.

After this, he asked Song Qingshu to open his eyes, pulled Song Qingshu's ears, and kept saying: "It's time to come back, it's time to come back, it's time to come back..."

His arms were waving in the distance, as if he really saw the scared soul, waving at him, asking him to come back soon.

Pulling the ears was actually a bit painful. Song Qingshu frowned, but didn't say anything, just stood there and let him call his soul back.

After it was over, Lao Jin patted Song Qingshu's shoulder and said, "Okay, it will take three days, come back tomorrow."

"Have you eaten? If not, stay for dinner." Lao Jin kept him here, and his wife also poked her head out of the kitchen and said to stay for dinner.

Her hair was full of silver and her face was kind, which reminded Song Qingshu of his grandmother. Her

long and thick eyelashes pressed down, covering the look in her eyes. He Feng didn't know why he felt unhappy, and said goodbye to the two of them, "I just had dinner before I came here, so I won't stay. Thank you, Lao Jin."

As soon as he walked out of Lao Jin's door, he squatted down, "Brother will carry you."

There were a few cockscombs planted in front of Lao Jin's house. They had bloomed to the point of withering, leaving a little bright purple on the top, and the bottom was all withered yellow.

Song Qingshu lay on He Feng's back, with a pair of hands hooked around his thighs. The broad shoulders were enough to cover him, and he reached out and hugged He Feng's neck.

"Brother." He whispered in a low voice and leaned close to He Feng's ear.

"Yeah, brother is here." He Feng smiled and replied to him, "Are you still feeling bad now?"

Song Qingshu tightened his arms around his neck a little, and without saying a word, buried his head in his shoulder and shook it.

"I'm such trouble."

Song Qingshu was stunned when he was slapped on the butt. He said in a muffled voice with grievance, "You hit me."

"Brother never said that you are troublesome. You can't say that yourself. If you say it again, you will be punished."

He Feng walked steadily. Song Qingshu was not tall and very thin. He had almost no weight to him. He pushed him up.

Song Qingshu, who was almost half a head taller than him, nearly cried out in surprise. He Feng's hand landed on his butt again. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Song Qingshu lowered his head and bit his ear. "Don't hit me."

Although He Feng didn't hit him hard, with much noise but little action, the shame still surfaced.

They were both away from home now. They had to cross the main road a little ways before turning back to their alley, then pass by Mrs. Liu's house before they could get home.

If they were seen, it would be even more embarrassing.

His warm breath penetrated into He Feng's cochlea, and a tingling feeling spread throughout his body. He Feng loosened his hand, "Okay, I won't hit you." "

Don't say that again in the future. If you are in trouble, I will be happy to take care of you."

"Besides, it's normal to be scared out of your wits. When I was a kid, I was naughty and almost burned down the kitchen. If my second brother hadn't been there, the house would have burned down."

"I thought at the time, it's over, mom and dad are going to beat me."

Song Qingshu opened his mouth and wiped the saliva from his ear embarrassedly, "Were you beaten?"

"No, my second brother stopped mom and dad and said, 'As long as the child is okay, the kitchen is not on fire, and there is no need to beat you.'"

"Although I didn't get beaten, I was scared out of my wits. I was seriously scared, and I found someone to call my soul back for seven days before I was completely healed."

"Not as good as you, kid. You feel much better after calling your soul back today."

He turned a corner and entered his own alley.

It happened that Mrs. Liu came out of the house, "Hey, where have you been, Xiaofeng?"

"I went to Lao Jin's house to ask when we can spray pesticides and apply manure to the weeds in the field. They will grow again after we pull them out."

Mrs. Liu waved her hand, her face serious, "The seedlings are still young. We can't spray pesticides or apply fertilizers. It's easy to burn the sprouts."

"Okay, I get it. Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the market and see your second brother and sister. They said they fell down. I don't know if it's serious. I'm going to check it out."

She put things in her pockets and hurried out after she finished speaking.

"So Sister Liu is the second brother's wife."

"Yes, they are both kind people. We know them all over the place. They can grow vegetables and farm. People from the city used to come and ask about farming and they came directly to their house."

"I even took some things, but they didn't want them. They said they were just teaching me farming and they didn't really teach me anything."

Song Qingshu was very curious about the second brother after hearing what he said. "You are also famous."

He Feng smiled when he heard it. "Me, a reputation for being mean?"

It was the truth. He knew that everyone said he was mean, but he just looked mean without any expression. He didn't like to smile when talking to people. He

always felt that he looked unruly.

Song Qingshu also smiled. At least he was in a good mood. He Feng felt a little more relaxed when he heard the light laughter beside his ear.

As they were talking, they arrived home. "Son, take the key. It's in my pocket."

"Oh." Song Qingshu reached out to find his shirt and patted it, only to feel the soft chest muscles.

"Son, it's not up there, it's in the front pocket of your pants."

"Oh, oh." Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, and reached down, his body half sideways, one hand still holding He Feng's arm, trembling.

"Don't be afraid, son, I can protect you."

Song Qingshu slowly put his hand into his pants pocket, and even through the thin layer of cloth, he could feel the tense thigh muscles of He Feng.

The powerful lines of the muscles, and the body temperature slightly higher than his own, made Song Qingshu's fingertips stained with warmth, a kind of indescribable intimacy.

He also wanted to find the key tied with a red rope. After groping for a long time, He Feng's muscles became harder and harder, and he finally found the small copper key.

When he wanted to hand it to He Feng, he saw a drop of sweat on He Feng's neck.

He knew that men have a strong sense of self-esteem. He Feng might have felt tired and didn't say anything, nor did he hand over the key. Instead, he leaned on He Feng's shoulder and opened the door.

The strange thing is that when He Feng put him down, except for his bad complexion, he looked calm and not hot or out of breath. It was really strange.