Chapter 24: Too Tempting "Brother, why are you back?" ...

"Brother, why are you back? Didn't they say they provide food over there?" Song Qingshu was drying his quilt in the yard when he saw He Feng pushing his bicycle in.

"Eating over there costs money, but it's close, so it won't be a big deal if I come back to eat."

After half a day, He Feng's pants weren't even dirty, not even a speck of mud on them, but his shirt was indeed soaked with sweat.

Song Qingshu went upstairs to get a palm-leaf fan and came over to fan He Feng, like a little palace maid serving an official on TV.

He Feng was amused by his own thoughts and looked at Song Qingshu, "Don't get tired, go and rest."

"I didn't do anything, so I'm not tired. It's you who went to work and came back to cook for me." Song Qingshu pouted, his tone still a little resentful.

"If you're willing, just stay home and don't think about working all the time, okay? "He Feng tied on an apron and was thinking about what to eat today.

He didn't eat much of the noodles he brought back last time, so he decided to make noodles, green pepper and shredded pork noodles.

It just so happened that this was easy to make.

He went to the cupboard in the main hall to get something, and Song Qingshu followed him closely. There was also a kitten following behind Song Qingshu, meowing.

He Feng pretended to pause for a step inadvertently, and his head bumped into the kitten's back, "Hmm."

Song Qingshu touched his forehead, his eyes confused, "Brother?"

"Why are you becoming clingy? Did you learn it from Xiaohua?" He Feng turned to look at him, his tone doting.

Song Qingshu didn't say anything, but walked silently in front of him, his eyes slightly lowered to cover his clean pupils, and his posture was exactly the same as Xiaohua asking for touch.

He Feng changed the colander in his hand, touched his head, held the back of his neck, pressed it against him and kissed him, "What's wrong, kitten?"

"Brother, don't you like me following you? "Song Qingshu bit his lip, as if he had some kind of separation anxiety disorder, with a chaotic light in his eyes.

Seeing that he was serious, He Feng took his hand, asked him to sit down, and gave him a gentle and lingering kiss. He rubbed his lips, sucked the tip of his lips, and bit it lightly.

"No, brother likes Zizi."

"You can't think too much just because you are alone at home. Did you go to see Teacher Zhu this morning?"

He Feng's tone was very gentle, which did not match the rough appearance and temperament of the man. He looked a little ooc.

Song Qingshu's face was stunned, "I forgot."

"It's okay, let's go tomorrow. The beginning of summer has passed for a few days, and school will start in a few days. You can go and ask Teacher Zhu."

After the kiss, He Feng did not move his hand away. He placed it on the back of Song Qingshu's fair neck and touched down along the protruding joints.

"Zizi, get some money from the cabinet, and then go to the market to buy a calendar."

"Brother didn't remember the days before. Zizi has to go to class in the future, so you should remember it. "

Xiaohua ran into the room, jumped to reach Song Qingshu's trouser legs, and scratched at them with her two front paws.

He Feng asked, "Can you go by yourself, baby?"

Song Qingshu nodded, bent down, picked up Xiaohua and rubbed her a few times, "Sure." After

comforting Song Qingshu, He Feng went to cook. Rolling and cooking noodles is actually not a big deal, and it doesn't take too long.

He had just served it out and brought it into the main room when someone came outside.

"He Feng, He Feng. "

Song Qingshu was standing at the door washing his hands. He smiled when he saw the visitor, then turned around and waited for He Feng to come over.

After all, with what happened yesterday, he was afraid that everyone he met now was here to arrange a blind date for him, or to introduce a date to He Feng.

Li Shen came to tell He Feng that he wanted to work here, and asked if they needed anyone, so as to avoid making a wasted trip.

He Feng did not agree directly, but asked him to wait for him to eat and then go to the village chief's house to ask. He could not make a decision on this matter just like that.

Li Shen could understand. He Feng asked him if he had eaten, and he said he had, and just sat next to him and talked to him intermittently.

One of his eyes There is something wrong with his eyes. His eyeballs are turned outward and slightly atrophied. He can't see clearly, and others feel scared when they see him.

He Feng didn't think there was anything wrong, but when he noticed that Song Qingshu sat closer to him, he felt a little happy in his heart.

Knowing that Song Qingshu didn't like outsiders, he ate quickly and finished in no time, putting the bowl in the kitchen.

Li Shen thought he was about to leave, but He Feng wiped his hands and mouth, ran into the house and said something to Song Qingshu, and then came out with a smile on his face.

Song Qingshu chewed the noodles in his mouth, his face turned red instantly, and his earlobes seemed to still retain the warmth of He Feng's warmth and the seductive words.

"Be good at home, babe, and touch my abdominal muscles again tonight. "

He almost buried his face in the bowl. He didn't know how He Feng could say all this. He didn't look like a rough man working in the countryside, but more like a male model ordered in the New Century Bar.

However, with He Feng's looks and figure, he could really be a model. Song Qingshu might not be able to afford it.

After finishing his meal with a red face, he sent the bowl to the kitchen. There were still some noodles left in the pot, and he didn't know what to do with them.

Sometimes He Feng would eat the leftover noodles when he came back at night, and sometimes he would pour them out to feed Xiao Hei.

Originally, Song Qingshu thought he was reluctant to waste it, but later he found out that he really liked to eat it. He used crushed garlic, various seasonings, and poured some on it. The noodles in the pot were mixed with sesame oil and tasted pretty good.

Song Qingshu tasted a chopstick of it. He Feng was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable in his stomach after eating it, so he didn't dare let him eat more.

He scooped out a little and poured it into the small bowl that He Feng prepared for Xiaohua, watching Xiaohua eat.

Xiaobai always ran around all day, and now no one knew where it had run to.

Xiaohua didn't know how to eat well yet. Song Qingshu used to break off a little bit of the steamed bun and put it in the palm of his hand to feed it, but now he put it in the bowl, and it almost put its whole head into the bowl.

There was no one at home, and Song Qingshu didn't have anything to do, so he took a new bowl, poured some boiled water, and licked the water with his tongue.

"Xiaohua." "Meow."

"Look at me." "Meow." "

After he taught it many times, and the water flowed down its lips and chin, and wet its collar, Xiaohua finally learned how to eat.

But it's different from other cats. It's a "People's Education Edition" and will use its two little paws to open the flower and hold its own little bowl.

Just like a person holding a bowl to eat.

Anyway, it learned it. Song Qingshu rubbed Xiaohua's chin, and after it finished eating, he took the towel given to Xiaohua and wiped Xiaohua's wet fur.

Xiaohua is white overall, with brown on the ears, black and yellow on the back, and some brown on the tail, and black at the tip.

It looks very cute and harmonious.

Ever since He Feng told Song Qingshu to get more sun and sit in the yard more often, he likes to stay in the yard.

In this way, he can find He Feng the first time he comes back.

But the afternoon sun was still too dazzling. He looked at the door, afraid that Xiaohua would run out, so he closed the door.

He closed the door to the main room. His own quilt was still drying outside, so he went to the east room, which didn't even have a door and was covered with a curtain. This was also where He Feng slept.

The quilt was stuffed into the corner. He Feng was hot-tempered, so at night he only covered his belly to avoid catching a cold.

This bed wasn't as big as the

one in the main room, only about 1.8 meters long and about 1.2 meters wide. Song Qingshu hadn't thought it was too small before, but thinking about He Feng's physique, Song Qingshu felt sorry for him. Someone with long arms and legs, broad shoulders and back, and prominent muscles would have to curl up their arms and legs in this small bed, how uncomfortable.

It would be better for them to sleep together, Song Qingshu thought.

He took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and covered himself with He Feng's thin quilt.

The bed smelled of He Feng, a strong smell of sunlight on wood, thick and secure, and warm.

Because the door was closed, the room was dark. Song Qingshu pulled the quilt completely over himself, feeling as if he were being held tightly by He Feng.

Wrapped in the familiar scent, sleepiness gradually set in. He hugged He Feng's quilt, resting his head on He Feng's pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

He Feng and Li Shen went to see the village chief. Li Shen was delighted when they got their permission and kept thanking them.

He Feng had originally wanted to take him directly to the bridge, but on the way, Li Shen met his brother-in-law and was asked to come over for a chat. He figured it was still early and he could still go back and wash the pot.

He returned home and opened the door. Xiaohua, who had been sleeping under the persimmon tree, heard the noise and peeked out. Seeing He Feng, she lay back down.

In the kitchen, two bowls that should have been on the stove had been washed, polished to a shine, and placed next to a stack of bowls.

It was easy to tell who had done that.

He Feng scooped the noodles from the pot, placed them in a small iron basin, and then locked them in the cupboard.

If Xiaohei didn't come home that night, he would eat. When he came back, he would feed the dog. He

still had some time to finish washing the pot. The bridge wasn't far from home; it was only a ten-minute bike ride.

It's easy to get tired if you do too much work, especially if you haven't had any free time all morning. You're either carrying things or standing in the water to dig mud and sand. It's very tiring

. He Feng pushed open the door of the main hall and walked into the inner room. Song Qingshu's bed was clean. He was stunned and remembered that there was a quilt drying outside.

Did he go out?

After all, when He Feng came back, the main door was closed and the main hall was also closed.

But if Song Qingshu went out, the door of the main hall would definitely be locked. He Feng was going to go back to the east room to get some water from the teacup, but when he lifted the curtain, he saw a small bulge on the bed .

Beside the bed were his son's shoes.

He Feng went to pour a glass of water first. The water in the teapot was boiling hot and he couldn't drink it for the time being.

He stood by the bed, looking at the person who was sleeping soundly.

The original tiredness was driven away by the heat, and his heart was very agitated. Anyone who saw their sweetheart lying defenselessly on their bed, sleeping soundly and peacefully, would inevitably think too much.

He Feng found excuses for himself.

Then he walked forward and slowly lifted the quilt, revealing Song Qingshu's fair and beautiful face. Perhaps he was dreaming about something, as his lower lip was bitten white.

He Feng looked at him with heartache, and rubbed his soft lips with his thumb to release the bitten flesh.

However, Song Qingshu opened his mouth and took his thumb in. He often dug in the fields, and his fingers were covered with calluses. Normally, the touch should be vague and not very obvious.

But when the wet tip of his tongue licked up, He Feng's whole body went numb, as if he had been hit by a weak electric current. He didn't know how to move, and let the numbing touch flow through him.

His low, hoarse voice was very clear in the room, "Baby? Let go."

The teeth biting his thumb did not relax at all, as if gnawing on a bone, and from time to time he pursed his lips and licked it.

It was so tempting.

He Feng's blood was boiling, converging in one place, and his heart was swollen to burst, letting the emotions that had been gathering for a long time flow out.

He wanted to swallow his saliva, but his throat was so dry that his Adam's apple rolled several times, but there was no saliva.

So he lowered his head and used his thumb in the tender mouth to pry open Song Qingshu's lips.

When the thumb was pulled out, it was stained with silver threads, stretched and broken.

The moment the lips and tongues touched, He Feng rushed in and licked the sweet saliva in Song Qingshu's mouth. The touch on his fingers was sticky, stimulating He Feng's mind to be full of love.

He could not think of anything else.