Chapter 32: Daily Pickup and Drop-off The next morning, they both woke up together…

The next morning, they both woke up together. He Feng hadn't left since cleaning up the previous day. Knowing Song Qingshu was cold, he decided to sleep next to him.

He Feng watched him wake up in his arms, a smile hardening his lips. "Wake up now?"

The morning voice was always low and husky, with an indescribable charm. Song Qingshu blinked drowsily and leaned in to hug his waist, like a clingy little flower. The clock

outside chimed twice, and He Feng glanced at the sky. It was 6:30 AM. Song Qingshu wasn't the homeroom teacher, so the only thing he had to do was get to school before first period.

"If you're sleepy, you can sleep a little longer," He Feng patted his shoulder, coaxing him to sleep a little longer.

Song Qingshu didn't want to get up either, just wanted to stay in bed a little longer.

"Brother, don't do that again." The hand patting his back paused for a moment. "Is it uncomfortable, little babe?"

Actually, it wasn't uncomfortable; on the contrary, it felt quite good. But Song Qingshu found it strange to have He Feng bow down and do something like this for him.

"A little strange."

He Feng ruffled his hair. Seeing he was awake, he knew he was a little afraid of the loss of control caused by the desire that washed over him. "It's not strange, it's normal."

He had heard about men having affairs with other men in the army before.

At the time, it was incomprehensible. They were just the same, so why would they stay together?

Until he met Song Qingshu, fair and beautiful, looking soft and easy to tease, like a clingy kitten.

He Feng suddenly understood that liking someone wasn't something you could decide for yourself; once you met someone you liked, you liked them.

All the flirtatious talk he'd heard back then suddenly made sense. The man sleeping across from him said, "Don't be disgusted. It hurts the first time, but it's pleasurable later."

Others would curl their lips, ignoring the man's smooth talk, asking, "Since it's almost the same, why not find a woman?"

The person who spoke shook his head, saying that no one understood, and then he pulled up the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Qingshu didn't stay for too long, because he always had to get up and go to school. He had never been late as a student before, but he couldn't be lazy now that he was a teacher.

He sat up and He Feng sat up too. His T-shirt was a little wrinkled from sleeping, and the hem was rolled up on his belly and slid down as he sat up.

"Get up."

He Feng and Song Qingshu were not going to have breakfast at home today. He was going to go with him to try the breakfast in the middle school. It was said that the school called it the cafeteria.

Because Song Qingshu said that he also provided breakfast when he went to work in the morning, and it was too tiring for him to get up early to cook for himself, so it would be better for him to eat at school.

He Feng was going to go and try it.

The two squatted in the yard and brushed their teeth together. Next to each of them was a small animal. From a distance, they looked one black and one white.

The morning breeze was cool and refreshing, blowing on his face and body. Song Qingshu squinted his eyes.

"During the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, let's go to the city to buy some medicine and two sets of clothes." He Feng handed over a wet towel and helped him wipe his face.

His wet face was as tender as a peeled egg. He closed his eyes and said, "Okay, we can go see Tian Mengfan by the way."

Song Qingshu went into the house to get candy and bags, and He Feng was outside feeding the chickens, ducks, cats and dogs.

After packing up, he didn't lock Xiao Hei and Xiao Hua at home today, but let them run out to play.

He Feng even poked Xiao Hei's head and asked him to take good care of Xiao Hua, otherwise there would be no food for lunch and dinner.

Xiao Hei lowered his head and agreed.

It was only seven o'clock when they arrived at school, but many students were already in morning reading, and there were more teachers at the food stalls.

They saw He Feng and Song Qingshu and said hello. The two went to buy breakfast and sat at the wooden table to eat.

He Feng didn't look in the mirror this morning. He felt that his skin color was dark, and it didn't hurt much when Song Qingshu bit him last night, so there shouldn't be any marks.

But Zhu Chengfei happened to pass by the two of them when he came to buy breakfast. He glanced at the small red mark on He Feng's neck and quickly turned away.

He turned to greet Song Qingshu, "Hey, Qingshu."

Song Qingshu nodded, seeing that he was holding breakfast in his hand, "Do you want to sit down and eat?"

Zhu Chengfei could sense that He Feng was hostile to him, "No, my dad hasn't eaten either. I'll take it to him."

Jin Yan and Zhao Yuanhui, who were nearby, had just finished their meal and walked over one after the other. They stood by. Jin Yan introduced them generously, "Young man, this is my boyfriend."

Originally, Jin Yan hadn't planned to introduce them so early, but since she had met He Feng, and Song Qingshu had already noticed that she was in a relationship yesterday, it didn't matter if she mentioned it in advance.

He Feng raised his eyelids and looked at Zhao Yuanhui. He looked quite thoughtful and wore glasses. He leaned forward slightly and nodded, "Hello."

"Haven't you brought him home yet?" He Feng asked.

"No, I'm planning to bring him back this weekend," Jin Yan said with a smile.

"Well, then you can tell me when you get back. I won't pretend to know anything about Old Jin." Song Qingshu didn't eat much, so he pushed the remaining half bowl of spicy soup in front of He Feng.

He Feng put his empty bowl aside and ate it for Song Qingshu.

Jin Yan was stunned for a moment when she saw his natural look, and pulled Zhao Yuanhui's hand, "Then you guys eat first, we're leaving first."

He Feng didn't even raise his head, but hummed, took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped Song Qingshu's mouth.

After coming out of the breakfast shop, He Feng held Song Qingshu's wrist and took him to the back of the classroom dormitory.

"Brother? What are you doing here?"

Song Qingshu just heard the principal say that this was a dormitory reserved for teachers. The middle school was not big, and students did not have dormitories. The classrooms were all bungalows, and even the brick floors were made in the past two years.

He Feng walked to the corner, and Song Qingshu was forced to lean against the wall, watching the other party press down and peck him on the lips.

"Let's leave a mark for the kid. Do you remember what I said yesterday?"

Song Qingshu felt a little embarrassed as his breath fell on his face. "Remember, someone will come here."

He pursed his lips embarrassedly, his eyes wandering, afraid of being seen.

He Feng frowned and thought that Jin Yan and her boyfriend could hold hands and walk together intimately in school just now, but he could only drag the kid to the back of the house and kiss him secretly.

He let go of his hand and hugged him in his arms.

"That's good. Brother is going to work, kid."

He was a little depressed. Song Qingshu took the initiative to stand on his feet and kissed him on the mouth, "Brother, see you at noon."

He Feng raised the corners of his mouth a little, and touched Song Qingshu's head, "Yeah, kid, see you at noon."

...

He Feng sends people to school every morning, picks them up at noon, and picks them up again in the evening.

Luo Xiancai was standing at the school gate watching the middle school students leaving school. He happened to run into He Feng who was coming to pick up Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu didn't have classes the next Saturday, so he teased He Feng, "You come here more often than the parents who drop their kids off at the neighboring elementary school."

He Feng smiled and said, "I'm a parent too."

Song Qingshu had come out on his own today. Ever since Zhu Chengfei became the seventh-grade homeroom teacher, he'd been much busier than before, rarely going out with Song Qingshu.

Seeing He Feng, he quickened his pace, approached He Feng, and greeted Principal Luo. He Feng didn't say much before leaving with his group.

Song Qingshu sat in the back seat, excitedly recounting school events with He Feng, "Brother, Wang Shun got another candy today."

Junior high wasn't much, but not too little either. Today, it was a fight between two students, tomorrow it was a romance, and nothing else.

But whenever Song Qingshu spoke, He Feng listened intently.

He had been away from all that campus life for so long that listening to Song Qingshu's stories wasn't boring, and he'd occasionally chime in.

"Well, who knows, maybe Wang Qunshui's family could have a college graduate?"

Song Qingshu agreed, turning to other topics. Jin Yan said she was bringing Zhao Yuanhui home to meet her parents, and if things went smoothly, they'd probably get married before the National Day holiday.

"Is Teacher Zhao's family well off?" He Feng suddenly asked.

Song Qingshu felt that Zhao Yuanhui's family was modest, his clothes patched, but he was a very kind person.

"It seems he's not very successful, so Teacher Zhao is studying very hard and being stricter with his students than usual."

"But he's very kind to people, well-spoken, and especially nice to Teacher Jin Yan."

When they arrived at the door, Xiao Hei and Xiao Hua rushed out of the yard to greet them. Xiao Hei, as if he hadn't seen anyone in a while, lunged at them, nearly getting run over by a bicycle.

He Feng yelled at Xiao Hei, "Get out of the way!"

This frightened Xiao Hua so much that she ran away, almost diving into the straw stack.

Song Qingshu got out of the car and hurried to comfort Xiao Hua. There were still eggs in the straw stack that had been left unpicked. He wondered when chicks would hatch.

He Feng said it would take at least three weeks, and urged Song Qingshu to be patient and wait and see. After all, the weather wasn't that hot, so the eggs wouldn't spoil.

He went back with the small flower in his arms, and Xiao Hei followed him with his tail hanging down. Song Qingshu bent down and rubbed its black fur, and

said in a slightly fierce tone, "Don't get in front of cars anymore!" The day before yesterday, a large truck passed by on the road, and the little white dog of the pesticide seller at the intersection was injured in the internal organs and had one leg broken. I heard that it cried out in pain all night and finally died.

The little white dog was not afraid of people or cars. Song Qingshu had petted it. I heard that the owner was angry and annoyed, and someone else bought it and took it home to peel and eat.

The owner was unwilling and buried it in his backyard.

He Feng was also afraid that Xiao Hei would run in front of cars every day and get hurt easily. Recently, he would yell at Xiao Hei whenever he saw him running in front of cars, but Xiao Hei was used to it before, and it needed time to change.

Fortunately, Song Qingshu petted it, and it was happy. Soon its tail was wagging behind it.

He Feng stood in the kitchen and called out: "Zizi, there are no steamed buns at home. I'm going to make pancakes and fry fermented soybeans."

Mrs. Liu brought it over yesterday, saying that her sister-in-law from her mother's family had dried fermented soybeans. He Feng went to the field at noon to pick a few peppers and cut some meat cubes to add to it.

"Okay!" Song Qingshu came over, "I'll boil the pot!"

Song Qingshu looked more energetic than yesterday because he didn't need to drink the medicine boiled yesterday.

He Feng poured some water into the basin, "Zizi, I want to buy you another bicycle."

A piece of firewood burned in his hand but didn't light the straw, "Why? Don't you want to pick me up?"

"How can that be? I saw that Zizi can ride a bike now, so I can buy him one to ride."

He split another piece of firewood and tilted it to the straw. The dried straw was easy to ignite, and the flames shot up in an instant. Song Qingshu stuffed it under the dark stove.

"Then I won't buy it. I like to sit behind you."

"I can also talk to you."

The dough needs to be fermented. He Feng turned around, and the apron showed off his inverted triangle figure.

Song Qingshu's eyes stopped at his waist. He knew that He Feng's muscles covered his whole body. When he exerted force, he was very hard and rarely softened.

His waist and abdomen were also very strong. "Okay, then if you want to ride a bike, just tell me. Anyway, the bridge is not far away."

Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "Is everything ready?"