Chapter 40: Liquor-filled Chocolate At two o'clock in the afternoon, He Feng was...

At two o'clock in the afternoon, He Feng disturbed Song Qingshu awake at the sound of the old-fashioned alarm clock.

He didn't say a word, but instead kneaded Song Qingshu's face, ruffling his already messy hair even more. He poked Song Qingshu's dimples, pinched the tip of his nose, and rubbed his thick eyelashes with his fingertips. No matter

how soundly she slept, she couldn't resist his manipulation.

Song Qingshu opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes, and He Feng immediately kissed him on the lips. "Did you get enough sleep, little one?"

He wasn't fully awake, his brain restarting after a breakdown. "You can't sleep if you don't get enough sleep. Get up and eat something, otherwise you won't be able to sleep tonight."

Before Song Qingshu could nod, he pulled back the quilt. The quilt was filled with Song Qingshu's fragrance, and He Feng couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He Feng grabbed the pillow next to him and held it in his hand. "Are you feeling better?"

He began to hold the child again, but this time, he pinched Song Qingshu's armpits to help him sit up so he could eat against the headboard.

Song Qingshu shook his head, pointing to his waist and legs, implying that he felt uncomfortable everywhere.

"Eat first, the pear tea's still simmering." He Feng went outside to fetch a bowl and placed it in front of him.

In his bowl lay two poached eggs. Song Qingshu didn't like the yolk of poached eggs, but he loved the kind that were just set.

The noodles were originally fried, but to get him to eat more, they were poached.

There weren't many noodles in the bowl, and clear soup noodles were his favorite, so Song Qingshu had no reason to leave any food, so he ate the noodles bit by bit.

"After dinner, I'll give you a massage."

Song Qingshu looked up at him, his neck still covered in bright red kiss marks.

He Feng's only marks on his back were from a few nail scratches, but they didn't hurt; at that moment, he was just enjoying himself.

"How are you going to class tomorrow if you don't rub it? What are you going to do sitting in the office?" He Feng said, his expression deliberately cold.

Thinking it over, Song Qingshu finally nodded and continued eating his noodles.

He Feng went out to see if the pear tea on the stove was ready.

He had returned from Li Shen's house and washed the small clay pot he'd used to boil the medicine seven or eight times before adding the pears and rock sugar, fearing the medicinal smell would make Song Qingshu unable to drink it.

By the time the tea was ready, Song Qingshu had finished his noodles and was wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

The bowl was taken away, and a new one was brought in, steaming hot, its sweet aroma reaching his nose, but it was still too hot to drink.

"Lie down first, I'll rub you," He Feng said.

Song Qingshu lay on the bed, still propped up by He Feng's pillow. He Feng poured the blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicine into his hands, rubbed it to warm it, and then lifted the hem of his shirt and pulled it a little.

Even lying on something, you could see how slender his waist was, and the two small dimples on his waist were adorable.

He Feng placed his hands on the middle of Song Qingshu's waist and pushed them to the sides, but Song Qingshu's waist was very sensitive and he wanted to avoid it as soon as it was touched.

He Feng could only pinch the soft flesh on his waist and abdomen, "Don't move, the medicine almost got on you."

Song Qingshu's face was on the pillow, the flesh on his cheeks was squeezed, and he tilted his head and begged in a breathy voice: "Brother, don't touch me like that." It

was already a sensitive area, so it would be very itchy when He Feng's hands pushed over it, not to mention that he had calluses on his hands, and it was even more itchy when it suddenly landed on the waist.

"Okay, little ancestor, is this okay?" He restrained his strength and pushed along the waist to the sides.

"Yeah."

He Feng could tell from the sound that he was comfortable, so he used a method that was lighter than kneading dough to help him relax the soft flesh. If he really couldn't go to class tomorrow, he would definitely be really angry.

After more than ten minutes, the medicine was rubbed into the skin texture, and Song Qingshu's waist was red.

He Feng patted his perky butt. "Alright."

He didn't use much force, but he was wrong for spanking him. Song Qingshu groaned, his eyes reddening.

He Feng scooped him up and held him in his arms. Seeing his watery eyes, he asked with concern, "Did it hurt?"

Song Qingshu felt that He Feng had no idea how strong his own hand was, especially since he hadn't recovered yet. Even a casual spank from him hurt.

"I was wrong. You're not angry, but what if you get mad?"

"Next time you're really angry, just spank me a couple of times. I'm thick-skinned, don't hurt yourself."

He said, pulling out a colorful candy wrapper from his pocket. It looked like a chocolate with a liquor filling.

Song Qingshu knew what it was from the packaging. The mist in his eyes dissipated, and a glint of light appeared. "Where did you get it from?"

He Feng was so coaxed that his heart softened. "When I went to get the water chestnuts, one of Li Shen's sisters came back from visiting relatives in the Northeast and brought some back. She said it was a chocolate with a liquor filling."

Song Qingshu took a look at the chocolate with a liquor filling. It was indeed no different from what he remembered from his childhood.

He Feng let him sit on his lap and study, "It seems that Zai Zai can't drink alcohol. Tell me when you eat."

"Okay."

His voice was still hoarse. He Feng held the pear tea on the side. The bowl wall was warm, and the temperature inside would not be high.

"Drink pear tea, Zai Zai." Because he didn't take a spoon, Song Qingshu didn't dare let him feed him.

He put the chocolate in his hand on the table, held the bowl and took a few sips. He Feng had chopped up the pears in advance and boiled them, so it was not troublesome to drink.

He didn't put too much rock sugar, so the pear tea didn't taste too sweet. Mixed with the boiled transparent pear flesh, the taste was not bad.

He took a few swigs, his stomach bulging. He passed it to He Feng, "Try it, too. It's not sweet, and it's delicious."

He Feng knew he didn't want to drink anymore and took the bowl from him. "Drink some more tonight, or you won't be able to go to class tomorrow."

Song Qingshu blinked at him. "So are we still steaming the water chestnuts?"

"Steam them. Let's make sure you take one and play with it. Don't try to peel them yourself." He Feng used to try to peel the skin of old water chestnuts as a kid, but he didn't expect it to be so hard. He almost peeled his nails.

Song Qingshu's nails were neatly trimmed, and they looked thin, so he wasn't suited to this. Song Qingshu

nodded. As long as there was something to eat, it was fine.

He Feng drank the rest of his drink in one gulp. "I had some free time at noon, so I gave Xiaohua a bath. I'll hold her for you to play with for a while."

He was worried Song Qingshu would get bored.

Besides, when he came back from outside at noon, he didn't know why Xiaohua had rolled around in the ash in the pot. Her once fluffy white fur had turned into a ball of ash.

He gave the cleaned little flower to Song Qingshu. Because the little flower was running around on the ground, he took an old piece of clothing and put it on Song Qingshu's legs before letting him hold it.

After washing the dishes and pottery pots, He Feng prepared to go to the south field to check on the corn that had been planted outside the beans. It was planted later than other people's fields and matured later.

In the evening.

Song Qingshu felt strong enough. He got out of bed and sat on the bench by himself. He successfully ate the water chestnuts that He Feng mentioned. They were indeed like chestnuts, but more glutinous and with a little sweet fragrance.

He Feng really only gave him one to play with. The other water chestnuts were peeled by He Feng.

On the table sat freshly brewed pear tea, this time with a few red dates. Song Qingshu joked that if he added some white fungus and goji berries, he could sell it at a stall.

When he was in college, someone sold this tea outside, but the pears were whole. He saw others drinking it while buying food, but at eight yuan a cup, he couldn't bear to buy it.

He Feng was looking for something to do. His money was dead money. The brigade had assigned him a position, a position the village chief had mentioned to him a while ago.

Although he received some money when he was discharged from the army, he hadn't taken the assigned job. Upon returning home, the village had to find him a job.

He had saved a lot in the past; his expenses in the army were minimal. He started with a 15 yuan monthly allowance, of which he could save 14 yuan. Later, when he was promoted to squad leader, his salary increased to 20 yuan a month.

On average, he could save 220 yuan a year. In seven years, he had 1,500 yuan.

Adding his parents' life savings, he still had less than 3,000 yuan, plus some jewelry.

The village can pay 70 yuan a month, and Song Qingshu's salary is 40, which is enough for the two of them to live on.

But He Feng took him to the city to see the lifestyle there, so he wanted to give Song Qingshu something better and make more money. If the city can't cure his illness, he will take him to the provincial capital for treatment.

"Brother?" Song Qingshu noticed that he was distracted, and even the speed of peeling water chestnuts with his hands slowed down a lot.

Xiao Hei and Xiao Hua had been fed in advance, and now one was lying at the door, and the other was nestled at Song Qingshu's feet. The cat

stayed in Song Qingshu's arms for the whole afternoon, and the relationship between the man and the cat became even better.

Song Qingshu wanted to give the water chestnuts in his hand to Xiao Hua to try, but he didn't know if the cat could eat it, so he didn't dare to feed it.

"What's wrong?" He Feng was called back to his senses by him.

"What are you thinking about?"

He Feng smiled. "Brother will be working in the brigade. He Jiazhi told me today."

"The village chief is a very nice person. Why did they suddenly arrange this for you?"

It was a coincidence. There were no vacant positions in the brigade, but when the two went to the city, a man from Chenjiazhai, two villages away, ran into the brigade with a knife.

He said he was looking for He Jianghai and wanted to kill him.

Everyone in the brigade ran out and stopped him, saying that they should talk it out nicely. No one had practiced, so they didn't dare to stop him, so they asked him to talk it out nicely.

The man had just returned from another place. His wife was a few years younger than him and looked ordinary. When he came back, he heard from the villagers that a man had been coming to the village every day to look for his daughter Yulan.

He didn't believe it at first, but when he opened the door, his wife was sitting on the bed and asked why he came so late. He didn't have many clothes on.

When she saw his face, she panicked.

Furious, he asked if the man was from Hejia Village and what his name was. He had already heard the answer from the villagers, but he asked again.

After asking, he ran over angrily and threatened to chop He Jianghai down.

He Jianghai hadn't been afraid at first, relying on the support of the people in the brigade, but now that the truth was revealed, his face turned blue and white.

"My daughter Yulan has been obedient since she was a child and has been honest since she married me. You must be bullying her, you bastard. I'll chop you to death so I can live a good life back home."

He stood in the brigade, knife raised, ready to strike when someone appeared behind him.

It wasn't Yulan, but Xiuying. She was He Jianghai's wife, and her home was close to the brigade. She had heard someone say someone was going to chop her husband down, so she hurried over.

He didn't expect to hear this.

He Jianghai fell to his knees, apologized to the man, and said he would never go to Yulan again.

The man refused, and Xiuying knelt down as well.

He Jianghai's face flushed red after hearing what everyone said. Yulan, who arrived late, pulled Chen Wei back.

After the farce ended, He Jianghai was too embarrassed to go to the brigade again. When a position became vacant, the village chief thought of He Feng.

Song Qingshu stared at He Feng the whole time as he listened to He Feng talk about the village gossip. He never thought that He Jianghai, who seemed to be a good person when delivering farm tools to the educated youth, would do such a disgusting thing that would let his wife and children down. It was

the first time that He Feng talked about gossip. After he finished talking about everything he heard, he drank a sip of pear tea and continued to peel water chestnuts.

Song Qingshu was shocked and couldn't recover.

He Feng leaned over and kissed his lips. The tip of his tongue went in for a circle and then withdrew, "Teacher Song, come back to your senses."

"Go and have a rest when you're full. I'll massage your legs later."