Chapter 37: Worshiping Heaven and Earth. Mid-Autumn Festival was also a sunny day…

Mid-Autumn Festival was also a sunny day. He Feng had just woken up when Mrs. Liu came to deliver mooncakes to him. They were from a shop down the street that provided their own ingredients and made mooncakes.

Mrs. Liu's children didn't like the peanuts in the mooncakes, so they substituted almonds.

So, the mooncakes weren't the traditional five-nut mooncakes, but the ingredients were substantial, and the fragrance could be smelled the moment the wax paper was opened.

"Hey, Fengzi, is Old Jin's daughter really getting married?"

He Feng put down his broom, washed his hands, and came to greet her. "Yeah, they said it's National Day."

"Okay, I'll have to talk to Zhentao and Zhenlei about it, and I'll come over to add some fragrance."

He Feng took the wax paper from her hand. In previous years, she would give him two pieces to try, but this year, it was much heavier.

He lifted the oil paper and saw five mooncakes lying inside. "Why take all these? You can't finish them all. Two will do."

"You don't visit relatives, and you don't buy mooncakes. You won't eat them if I don't give them to you. Keep them. You're not the only one at home. Those three aren't for you."

Mrs. Liu waved her hand and was about to leave, but He Feng didn't let her. "He's like a kitten. How can he only have these? Half a piece is too much."

"There are a lot of children at home. Take a few back."

He said so, but Mrs. Liu didn't have many grandchildren, so Mrs. Liu wasn't persuaded. Seeing Song Qingshu standing at the door, she smiled and told him to come and try some mooncakes.

Taking advantage of He Feng's moment to turn his head to look at Song Qingshu, Mrs. Liu took a few steps forward. "You two take them. I'll go see if the kids are here."

Song Qingshu was eager to go to bed, and he woke up early today. He Feng saw that he was still half asleep, blinking his eyes repeatedly. "Can you sleep a little longer? Still sleeping?"

But he was already up, so Song Qingshu shook his head and went to brush his teeth and wash his face.

His new towel was light yellow with warm yellow floral embroidery on it, just the outline of the flowers, not too complicated.

When he was wiping his face in the yard, the wind blew the clothes hanging on the clothesline, and Song Qingshu saw his old towel again, which was hung out to dry with He Feng's underwear.

He looked away calmly, wondering why it was so frequent. He had only given the towel to He Feng for a few days, and as long as the weather was sunny, the towel would be hung out to dry.

He Feng was not afraid of tiring himself out.

Of course, he only dared to complain in his heart, not to He Feng's face.

He Feng still put the mooncakes in the house. If Song Qingshu ate this in the morning, he would get sick of it and would not eat it all day.

When the two of them had breakfast, He Feng poured the pig's trotters into the pot and stewed them, and would add soybeans when he came back from working in the fields.

The place where they visited the graves was not far from the bridge, so He Feng took Song Qingshu with him and asked him to follow him. Fortunately, the fields of the nearby families were all planted with beans, not corn.

Last year on July 15th, He Feng went to visit a grave and stumbled into a cornfield. He was nearly scratched by the leaves. When

he emerged, he saw a child pulling cucumbers from a neighboring vegetable patch. The child ran away in fear as he emerged.

Song Qingshu was led by He Feng to the field. He was curious about the surrounding fields, which all looked the same, and wondered if it would be difficult to find. Then, looking up, he saw a pine sapling, as tall as an adult, planted behind two mounds of earth.

He Feng led him toward the pine sapling, "I planted this last spring. When it grows up, it'll provide

some shade and help stabilize the soil." The soil was a little dry from the sun, but the soybean seedlings were lush green, unfazed by the strong midday sun. Song Qingshu walked carefully, fearing he would step on the small seedlings nearby.

He Feng watched him walk cautiously, afraid he might fall. "It's okay, this is just a small path, walk with confidence."

"Those seedlings shouldn't have been planted here in the first place. Old man Wang Weidong just likes to take advantage of them."

Song Qingshu looked up and smiled. "It's okay, we'll be there soon."

Indeed, the pine trees were already within sight. People here practiced burial, and within the small mound before them lived He Feng's closest family.

He Feng pulled some grass from the two mounds and placed a small string of firecrackers and yellow paper beside them. The grass on the graves always grew lush, so he pulled a lot of it and placed it in front.

Then he knelt down beside the two mounds and kowtowed. "Dad and Mom, your unfilial son has come to see you."

Song Qingshu saw him kneel down, with the grass he had just pulled under his knees, and there was still space, probably for him. Without saying a word, he walked over and knelt too.

Just as he was about to kowtow, He Feng stopped him, "Wait."

He lit the firecrackers he had set aside with a match, setting them aside for a crackling sound, and then burned the folded yellow paper.

The two wore the same clothes and shoes they had bought yesterday, and knelt in front of the mound in perfect order. He Feng held Song Qingshu's hand, which hung by his side, his eyes as determined as when he saluted in the army.

"Mom and Dad, this is the one your son has chosen. The one you want to spend your life with. She's beautiful, kind, and a teacher! You also like cultured people. If you're angry, don't look for him, tell me." "

It's been several years, and you haven't come to see me in my dreams. If it weren't for the photos on the table, your son would have almost forgotten what you look like."

He looked at the remaining grass on the two mounds, "Don't work so hard over there. If the money I burn for you is not enough, come and tell me. Everything is fine at home, don't worry about it."

As he spoke, He Feng's eyes began to sour, and he closed his eyes. Song Qingshu, whose hand was originally held, held He Feng's hand back.

He called out to you in a way he hadn't called out to him in a long time, "Mom and Dad, don't worry, I'll treat my brother well. You

can just treat me like you have another son from now on." He couldn't hold back his emotions as easily as He Feng, tears welling up in his eyes, "I don't know if you're willing to listen to me, but I still want to say it."

"We both have no parents anymore, and we'll have to depend on each other from now on

. We can't get married like others, but I just want to ask for their blessings and a witness." "We'll kowtow to you as a sign of respect to our parents. If you agree, let the pine tree behind us shake, as a sign of your nodding."

The two looked at each other, tears welling up in their eyes. They knelt down and kowtowed, their tears falling into the dirt and disappearing instantly.

Even He Feng shed a tear, as if they knew the importance of kowtow and standing up. For a short while, neither of them dared to look up.

He Feng couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "Whether you agree or not, this is my adopted wife. If you don't agree, I'll apologize to you later when I go down."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew over, and the two of them raised their heads. When they stood up, the leaves of the pine trees in the distance swayed, and even the branches swayed.

It really looked like they were nodding.

Song Qingshu burst into laughter, "Brother, they agreed!"

He Feng saw the broken pieces of soil on his forehead and reached out to brush them off. He didn't stand up, but looked at the sun hanging high in the sky. The dazzling light couldn't block He Feng's eyes.

"Come on, son, turn around and let your parents watch us worship heaven and earth."

In the morning, almost no one came to visit the grave. In an empty field, two figures, one big and one small, one strong and one weak, with their backs to the yellow hillock, kowtowed to the sky.

When they stood up again, they bowed to each other at the same time.

It was considered a ceremony.

"I came in a hurry today. At first I was afraid that you two would not agree. I will come again in the afternoon when I visit my second brother's grave and bring you some wine and mooncakes."

The person who loves mooncakes the most in the family is actually He Feng's father. He loves sweet things. He likes mooncakes and fruits brought by relatives during the New Year. Even his mother thinks they are too sweet, but his father can eat them.

So after the two of them passed away, He Feng himself stopped eating mooncakes.

Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for families to reunite and eat mooncakes. He no longer has a home, so what else can he eat?

But today is different. The wind that makes the pine trees nod is enough to make He Feng's heart surge. He is so excited that he doesn't know what to do.

Song Qingshu helped him stand up. There was grass blocking his knees, so there was no dirt. However, there were some red marks on his hands. He Feng lowered his head to touch and blow.

Looking up at his parents' graves, a bright smile appeared on his face for the first time: "Okay, let's go then."

They walked out of the small road, turned a corner and came to the main road. Next to it was He Sheng's pharmacy. Bicycles and tricycles were parked at the door. It seemed that relatives had come. There were

more cars and people on the main road than before. They were all carrying wooden baskets in their hands and on their bicycles, covered with cloth.

He Feng rode his bicycle and ran back with Song Qingshu. As soon as he entered the yard, he couldn't help asking: "Is this why you didn't let me wash this dress yesterday?"

Song Qingshu got off the bike, looked into his eyes, and nodded.

"This dress looks good. After all, it's a festival."

He Feng cooked the pig's trotters and added some spices. Now the whole yard was filled with the aroma of the pig's trotter soup. Song Qingshu swallowed his saliva and licked his lips: "Brother, um."

Before he could finish his words, He Feng held his head and kissed him.

He Feng didn't close his eyes, and his snake-like eyes wrapped around Song Qingshu's face and body.

When he thought about what Song Qingshu had said in front of his parents, he realized that he had mentioned their relationship when he and Tian Mengfan were alone together again in the city yesterday.

He wanted to give them both a sincere blessing.

His heart was so soft that He Feng wanted to roll him up into a small ball and hold him in his body at all times, kissing him whenever he wanted and pinching him whenever he wanted. He

was soft and would not resist.

His eyes grew darker and darker, and the sound of his kisses reached the ears of Xiaohua, who was sleeping next to him.

He stood up and tilted his head to look at his two owners, as if he didn't quite understand what they were doing.

Xiaohei, already dazzled by the sweet fragrance in the yard, ran over and licked Xiaohua's hair with his tongue, flattening the originally fluffy hair.

Xiaohua ran away again.

He Feng bent over, holding Song Qingshu with one hand to keep him close to him, and with the other hand clasping his white neck so that he could kiss him deeper.

His body was hot and his mind was full of thoughts about paying homage to the heavens and the earth and then entering the bridal chamber.

Song Qingshu was kissed passionately by him, their two flexible tongues rubbing against each other like mating fish, their pressed belly could feel each other's body temperature through their clothes.

The faint moans made He Feng's forehead veins pop, and Song Qingshu was a little scared. They were standing in the yard kissing openly, what if someone came?

He Feng felt that he had to take back what he said yesterday.

He didn't want to and was unwilling to give Song Qingshu time. Even if he wanted to regret it later, he would not give Song Qingshu this opportunity.

This person should be his, a wife who had prayed to heaven and earth, and could only be his from head to toe.

The intertwined tongues were numbed by sucking, and Song Qingshu felt his lips were hot. Xiao Hei barked towards the outside of the yard.

He was so scared that he immediately pushed He Feng away.

The next second, someone came into the yard. It was Liu Xianghe, the son of Mrs. Liu. His eldest brother took the son's surname, and he took the mother's.

He stuck his head out but didn't come in. "Uncle, don't cook for lunch. Come eat with us."

Song Qingshu knew that his eyes were red and his mouth was swollen, which would be too easy to see. Without thinking, he walked towards the main hall.

But He Feng couldn't face people like this, so he held him back and said, "Son, block it for me."

He Feng nodded at him, "No, just call me when you go to the grave this afternoon."

"It's troublesome for you to cook for yourself. Just come and eat with us. We are family, why should we be polite?"

He Feng still didn't agree. "I really don't want to go. There's soup boiling in the pot. I'll bring some over to you later."

He talked to Liu Xianghe for a long time before leaving with some regret. He Feng had almost calmed down.

Song Qingshu bit his lip and looked up, "Brother, can I go back to the main hall?"

His voice was softer than usual, and his beautiful eyes seemed to speak. This shy and cute look made He Feng a little excited again.

"Son, take the things out of my cabinet and put them on the table in the inner room."

This was almost an explicit statement.

Song Qingshu stared at him blankly. The person who spoke too quickly yesterday was now saying these things to him without blushing or beating his heart, which made him feel a little disconnected.

Seeing that he did not move or respond, He Feng came over and kissed his eyes, "You have already married heaven and earth with me, aren't you going to enter the bridal chamber?"

Song Qingshu's face turned red, even his ears, and his white neck turned pink, which was very beautiful.

His lips were a little swollen, and they looked chubby, which made him even more attractive.

He Feng forced himself to look away, but he couldn't. This was simply a test of his concentration.

He held him in his arms and kissed his pink ears. His ears, which were already brighter than other parts of his body, also became hot.

He Feng wanted to laugh. He rubbed the fleshy earlobe with the tip of his teeth and said in a low voice: "Did you hear that, little one? Or do you not want to go into the bridal chamber with me?"

He was really a bit mean, but Song Qingshu's scalp was numb from the electric current generated by the tip of his ear. He was completely dazed and could only nod in agreement.

"Okay."

He Feng couldn't help but kiss his lips again, and then he left immediately. "Good boy."