Chapter 22 I am yours After returning home, He Feng helped...

After returning home, He Feng helped Song Qingshu wash the kitten and found a new towel to wipe it. Fortunately, the weather was good today and it dried quickly, otherwise it might get sick from the cold.

Xiao Hei was locked at home in the morning. When he came back, he saw it chasing the old hen at home with its teeth bared.

He Feng was afraid that it would scare the chickens and stop laying eggs, so he slapped Xiao Hei on the head, and Xiao Hei walked towards Song Qingshu obediently.

But Song Qingshu didn't believe it. He used warm water in his hands to bathe the trembling little three-flowered cat, and chased it with his mouth.

Xiao Hei didn't think it was being driven away. After being pushed away by Song Qingshu, he came closer again, and the tail behind him scratched the ground like a broom.

When He Feng came over, it came closer to Song Qingshu. Its black and shiny fur shone in the sun. It was a large dog to begin with, and it felt like a slap could flatten the little three-flowered cat.

Song Qingshu poked Xiao Hei's head with a wet hand. "Don't bully kittens, got it?"

Xiao Hei tilted his head and squinted his eyes at the poke, and it was unclear whether he had heard or not. The fluffy fur on the little calico cat's body was flattened by the water, leaving only the round puff on its head. It meowed softly.

"Baby, give it a name. It's a little female kitten."

Song Qingshu looked at Xiao Hei, who was clinging to him. "

Let's call it Xiao Hua, a little calico cat." After naming it, Song Qingshu scratched Xiao Hua's chin and called

her "Xiao Hua, Xiao Hua" repeatedly. Only when the kitten meowed after him did he stop, took the clean towel from He Feng's hand, and wiped the kitten with water.

Xiao Hei stood nearby, lowering his head to the basin. He Feng tugged at the scruff of its neck. "Go get your basin and I'll pour you some water."

The kitten's bath water was soapy and sudsy, so there was no way Xiao Hei could drink it. He Feng picked up the basin and poured it out.

The kitten's meow was buried in the sound of splashing water. It stood in the sun and shook itself. Song Qingshu was splashed with a little water and continued to wipe it with a smile.

Unfortunately, there was no hair dryer. Song Qingshu wiped it while touching Xiaohua's fur and combed its hair with his hands.

Xiaohei happily brought its basin over with his teeth bared. Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing and lowered his head to touch Xiaohua's head.

"You have to get along well, okay?"

He Feng poured a bowl of water for Xiaohei. "Baby, I'm going to work in a few days. If you have anything, come to Nandi to find me."

"Okay."

Song Qingshu originally thought that it would be fine if the two little guys didn't fight.

He was tired of reading, so he walked to the yard to look at the trees in the backyard, stretched, and took a bowl to peel a pomegranate for himself.

Xiaohua looked at him warily at first, but then meowed as soon as she saw him.

The cuddly kitten blinked its round, wet eyes and meowed at him. Whenever Song Qingshu had a free moment, he'd pet it, letting it lie on its belly at his feet.

Now, peeling a pomegranate, he didn't have his hands to touch Xiaohua, so he sat in the yard and used his toes to lift Xiaohua from her position.

Seeing this, Xiaohei wasn't to be outdone. He dropped his massive body to the ground, then carefully nudged Xiaohua with his nose and suddenly opened his mouth.

Song Qingshu was startled. After all, a large dog like Xiaohei, with wolf-like build, could easily feed a child, let alone Xiaohua, who looked like a kitten of only two or three months old.

Before he could stop himself, he let out a sigh when Xiaohei licked the fur on Xiaohua's head.

Song Qingshu watched, stunned, not expecting Xiaohei to do this.

That was a good thing, though.

After peeling the pomegranate, he didn't go back inside to continue reading. Instead, he sat in the sunset, eating the sweet and sour pomegranate, watching Xiaohei and Xiaohua play, and wondering why He Feng hadn't returned yet.

He finished reading the novel given by Teacher Zhu and planned to return it tomorrow, otherwise he was afraid that He Feng would come back and not see him and get worried.

Usually, He Feng would come back around sunset, but for some reason today he was later than usual. Although he didn't have a nightmare yesterday, he still felt a little uneasy.

Song Qingshu put down the bowl and went to wash his hands. He held Xiaohua in his arms, followed by Xiaohei, and prepared to sit at the door to wait for He Feng to come back.

As soon as he walked out the door, he saw Mrs. Liu coming back with a bag of something. "Hey, Xiao Song, Xiaofeng is talking at the intersection." "Oh,

you just came back from outside."

Mrs. Liu opened the door. "Well, there's nothing going on over there, so I came back first."

"Here are some oranges. Take a few and eat them. They're sweet."

Song Qingshu said no, but he was stuffed with a few anyway. "This kitten looks pretty good."

"Yeah, I just found it today." Song Qingshu put Xiaohua on the ground, and it tugged at his loose trouser legs to play.

After a few pleasantries, Song Qingshu walked towards the intersection. He stuffed three oranges into his pockets, making them bulge out. He

was peeling an orange in his hand. The green-skinned orange didn't look sweet, but the orange had a strong fragrance. Song Qingshu had to be careful with his feet while peeling the orange to avoid stepping on the small flowers.

When he reached the intersection, he saw He Feng talking to an old lady with his back to him. The old lady saw him first and waved to him.

He Feng looked over, his eyes filled with emotions that Song Qingshu couldn't understand. He didn't even introduce the old lady's identity, so Song Qingshu could only smile innocently.

"Hello, grandma."

The old lady saw that he was so polite and looked just like what others said, fair and beautiful, and she liked him even more.

"Well, okay, He Feng, think about it again. You're not a child anymore."

After saying that, the old lady turned and left. The smile on Song Qingshu's face froze. What did this mean?

Isn't it usually because the family is urging them to get married when they say this?

He Feng's family had no one to urge him, so what if some old lady came to urge him...

He had already broken the orange in half and was about to offer it to He Feng, but he felt a little impatient and stuffed half of the orange into his mouth.

Seeing him chewing with his cheeks puffed out, He Feng took the initiative to explain: "That grandma is from the village behind the house, a matchmaker."

Song Qingshu, still with the orange slices in his mouth, was speechless and hummed angrily.

"Let's go home first." He Feng put his arm around his shoulders. The kitten and Xiao Hei at his feet kept jumping on Song Qingshu. He Feng couldn't bear to watch, so he bent down and scooped Xiao Hua into his arms.

This made walking faster.

When he got home, He Feng saw the wooden bench in the yard. Knowing that Song Qingshu had listened to him and come out for some fresh air in the afternoon, he felt a little relieved.

"Zizi, do you think that grandma is right?"

"Is my brother old?"

He also brought a wooden bench and sat down in front of Song Qingshu, placing the kitten on the ground in his arms, not even looking the person in front of him in the eye.

Song Qingshu knew that at He Feng's age, he should have a child who could run, just like Erqing's father.

At the very least, he should be married already.

He Feng had good conditions, no family burden, was hardworking, and despite his somewhat fierce appearance, he was also very handsome, with a straight nose. It was said that men like him were often strong in sexual abilities.

But if he said that he also thought He Feng was too old, what would happen if He Feng really listened to his grandmother and went on a blind date and got married?

He didn't want to...

He wanted to live with him forever, play with the cat and walk the dog, read a book during the day, and sit in the yard at night to look at the stars.

Such a life is so beautiful.

If He Feng gets married, he will take good care of the other person, cook for the other person, wash clothes, and take care of the other person...

Then what about him? Where will he go?

His home in the city is gone. His father passed away, and his stepmother disappeared after failing to sell him. The people here have no necessary connection with him in the world.

How about looking for Tian Mengfan?

He is still preparing for the exam, and his family conditions are not that good. If he goes alone, he might cause trouble for others.

Seeing that he has been silent and still holding half an orange in his hand, He Feng pulled out the orange and broke off a segment.

"Why are you not talking, bastard?"

He tore off the white veins on the orange bit by bit, leaving only the orange orange segments, and fed it to Song Qingshu's lips.

Song Qingshu didn't open his mouth, but instead pressed his hand down. "Are you getting married?"

He lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly. He Feng could only see a hint of his nose, but knowing Song Qingshu, he knew he was about to cry, but was holding it back.

"What's wrong, little one? No, not me."

"That woman is here to propose marriage for you. During the meeting today, a young girl fell in love with you."

"She said she'd bring two cows as a dowry, as long as you could marry into her family."

"I said you're still young, so I'm not considering it for now. That woman said I'm so old and still unmarried, so I don't want to drag you down."

"She also said I can't support you forever."

He explained incoherently, not noticing the orange slices in his hand falling to the ground.

"Little one?" Song Qingshu still didn't respond.

He Feng knew he liked to bite his lip to hide his tears, so he used his hand to make Song Qingshu look up.

Sure enough, his fair face was covered in tear marks, and he bit his pale pink lips so hard to keep them silent, they were almost bloodless.

It looked pitiful, just like the little flower he had just picked up.

He Feng felt heartbroken. He gently wiped the tears from the person's face with his thumb and lowered his voice, "What's wrong, baby? Talk to your brother, okay?"

"You, just, treat, me, as, a child." He sobbed and spoke incoherently.

Fortunately, his lips were spared, leaving a few teeth marks on the tender lip flesh.

He Feng suddenly felt bitter in his heart. It turned out that it was just his wishful thinking. What child doesn't dream of growing up? Not everyone is willing to be raised at home like this.

Besides, he couldn't build a golden house, so he couldn't just keep someone at home like this.

He forced a bitter smile, "So, does Zizi want to get married?"

"That girl is pretty too. Her family raises cattle and they are well off. She has two older brothers, both of whom are married. One is honest, and the other doesn't seem so good."

"If you want, I have some money, enough to get things done. There will be a good time around August 15th."

He Feng's heart felt like it was soaked in vinegar, the sourness was corroding his internal organs and bones, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't continue.

Song Qingshu listened to him, suppressing his sobs, his shoulders twitching. Had he already inquired so much?

There was some confusion in his eyes, mist covering his dark and clean pupils, and he slowly uttered: "I, am not yours?"

He Feng met his gaze and was stunned, "What?"

Song Qingshu stared into his eyes and continued without blinking. His voice was as gentle as usual, but his tone was full of criticism.

"Aren't we an engaged couple? Haven't we admitted it in front of the whole village? I'm your child bride."

"Don't you want me?"

He Feng's throat was dry and he couldn't speak. He just looked at Song Qingshu's pretty face. The powder on the tip of his nose and the corners of his eyes made him even more... charming.

After a while, He Feng found his voice again, "Baby, do you know what you are saying?"

"I know, brother, you just don't want me anymore, you think I'm troublesome, prone to illness, and difficult to take care of."

He curled his lips and was about to cry again.

"Baby!" He Feng's voice became louder, and his face looked unbearably fierce.

"You're still fierce to me." Song Qingshu frowned.

He Feng's mind finally came to his senses. "No, I was wrong. I was wrong. How could I not want you if I wanted you? I was afraid you wouldn't like me... You are so smart and pretty, how could I dare to want you to be my wife?"

"I was wrong. You can hit me or scold me, don't cry."

He put his arm around Song Qingshu's shoulders, holding him close to his chest, burying his furry head in his chest, and gave him a kiss on the top of his head.

He Feng's eyes sank, and the surging emotions were like the waves on the sea.

You said it yourself, you won't regret it later.