Chapter 42: The days flew by, and September was almost over...

The days flew by, and September was almost over.

Song Qingshu asked He Feng if he needed to give any gifts for Jin Yan's wedding.

He Feng didn't know what was going on in his head. "What do you want to give?"

"I don't know. That's why I'm asking."

Forgive Song Qingshu for his lack of experience; he'd only seen people getting married on TV, and it was usually red envelopes and gifts.

He propped his chin up, his round eyes rolling around, but he couldn't think of anything.

He Feng stood nearby, chopping dry wood, one brisk stroke at a time, his movements as smooth as an assembly line worker.

Sweat spilled from his forehead, and he wiped it with the corner of his shirt. "No, we don't have that custom here. Just add incense. Other gifts are for closer relatives."

He could tell that adding incense meant giving gifts, and Song Qingshu nodded.

The mention of money reminded him that he'd actually been teaching at school for a month. "Brother, I'll get paid tomorrow!"

Tomorrow is the 30th, and then there's the National Day holiday. It's a two-day holiday. Jin Yan's wedding is scheduled for the day after, and with the weekend added in, it's a long vacation. Back then,

there was no concept of shifting off. Holidays were taken during public holidays, and harvest season was also a busy farming season, so students weren't too exhausted.

Even if they were tired and annoyed, they could just run around in the fields, and their worries would vanish.

"Well, what do you want to eat?" He Feng chopped down the axe with all his might, and his hand shook twice as he released it.

Song Qingshu wasn't quite satisfied. "I should be asking you!"

"We agreed to treat you to dinner when I got my salary,"

He Feng smiled. "Okay, our son is making money now."

His tone was quite like praising his own child for growing up. Song Qingshu didn't argue and offered, "Let's go back to that restaurant and try some other dishes."

He Feng continued to smile. "Okay, son's treating, son's got the final say."

"So how much should the gift be?" Song Qingshu asked.

"One dollar, two dollars for the more generous, three or five dollars for the really close ones, but it's still a bit less." Most of the villagers' income came from growing crops, and they didn't earn much year-round. They sold wheat when it was ripe, and beans when it was ripe.

After deducting the cost, having four or five hundred yuan left was a lot.

But they didn't have much to spend on a regular basis. Everyone grew their own vegetables, and they had a few fruit trees by the gate, so they could eat a little when the season came.

Expenses were higher only in autumn and winter, so everyone was happy when the village chief said they would work and receive work points in exchange for cash.

If we make more money in the fall, we can live warmer in the winter.

"Let's give two yuan," Song Qingshu said, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not right, "Let's each give one yuan." He

Feng disliked the fact that his clothes were wet with sweat, took off his clothes and walked over, "Why separate?"

He Feng was tall, and looked about 1.9 meters, and his body was covered with a layer of muscle, looking fierce and strong.

Song Qingshu was about 1.73 meters tall, and he had been in poor health since he was a child. To be over 1.7 meters tall was the result of his physical hard work.

Song Qingshu sat on the small stool he had nailed for himself before. He was thin, and looked very small when huddled on the ground, with less space than Xiao Hei.

He looked up and saw He Feng walking towards him. His huge figure pressed down, blocking the sky completely. It was just right, blocking the sunset so that Song Qingshu could open his eyes.

"Because you're Teacher Jin Yan's relative and I'm her friend, it's different. We have to pay separately."

He Feng squatted down, resting his arms on his knees, his arm muscles flexing. "Zizi, we're family now."

"You want to go and leave your name on the incense, then we'll give four yuan, and write your name, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu was stunned, his bright eyes blinking. "Wouldn't that be a loss of two yuan?"

"Well, that way it'll be obvious it's two people's money. If she's worried she won't notice, Zizi can tell her tomorrow."

Song Qingshu looked into his eyes, seeing her own reflection in them, and suddenly understood what He Feng was obsessed with. Even if it meant giving two yuan more, it had to show they were family.

Besides, it was a wedding bill, and their names would appear with everyone else in the village, a form of publicity.

"Then write our names together! Don't just write mine, don't just write yours, write them together."

"Let's go together that day and have someone write it together, two yuan each." Song Qingshu figured if they gave more, they wouldn't be criticized for being too nosy.

He Feng thought about it and didn't insist. "Okay."

He got his salary the next morning, and Song Qingshu didn't have classes that afternoon. If He Feng hadn't been at the brigade that afternoon, he would have dragged He Feng to the restaurant after school.

He Feng hadn't been at work at Nandaqiao for the past two days, busy with things at the brigade. When he got home that afternoon, he called Song Qingshu to get in his car and rode straight to the restaurant.

Li Xia and her husband were squatting at the doorway, washing dishes. He Feng didn't get out of the car. "Are you busy?"

"Oh, not busy, what are you eating?" Li Xia replied with a smile. "Tomorrow's the real busy day. Today I'm just washing dishes. It'll be useful to Uncle Jin later."

He Feng got out of the car after hearing her say that. Song Qingshu followed suit and ordered the grape fish and twice-cooked pork that the boss had mentioned last time, along with a plate of scrambled eggs with green peppers and spicy and sour shredded potatoes. The main course was still dumplings, but this time they were shepherd's purse and pork.

Considering He Feng was drinking beer, Song Qingshu even replaced the cold dish with peanuts.

The drinks were the same as last time. He Feng was originally not going to drink, but Song Qingshu said that he had to drink. He Feng smiled and ordered two bottles of beer.

The grape fish was indeed to Song Qingshu's liking. The outside was fried until crispy and crispy, and it was drizzled with a sweet and sour sauce thickened with tomato sauce. There were also a few large soaked raisins scattered on the plate.

He Feng had picked up the fish meat in the middle with chopsticks in advance and placed it on the plate, arranging it in a semi-circle close to Song Qingshu. He would just pick it up when he wanted to eat.

Song Qingshu ate most of the grass carp himself. He Feng also picked up some more for him to eat. When Song Qingshu's chewing speed slowed down and he was almost full, he started to eat with big mouthfuls.

On the way back after eating, He Feng gave Song Qingshu his bike and asked him to ride it for a while, otherwise he would forget how to ride a bike if he didn't ride it for a long time.

Song Qingshu felt he was looking down on his learning ability; once learned, it was impossible to forget. He started riding right away, and aside from a little wobbling on the handlebars at first, he rode even more steadily than he had looked before.

He hadn't ridden far when he stopped and turned around, pushing the bike. He Feng didn't let him get close to him, so he quickened his pace and walked over. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know how to turn. I get scared when I do, and my hands shake." He sat on the bike and turned to look at He Feng.

This was normal for a novice. He Feng, holding the front of the bike with one hand, turned it back to its original direction and got on. Song Qingshu wanted to sit in the back, but he stopped him.

"Hey, sit sideways in the front." Song Qingshu had seen this on TV before; it was usually how a man would ride his girlfriend.

Song Qingshu's eyes wandered. The handlebars were a bit thin; they would hurt his butt.

"Sit here so I can teach you how to turn."

He Feng said, and Song Qingshu stood on tiptoe to get on. The bar wasn't short, but he was afraid he couldn't make it, so he did.

He Feng threw his arms around him, half-carrying him and placing him on the front bar. "Is it uncomfortable?"

Song Qingshu felt okay once he sat on it, and the view was new. "Not bad."

"Then let's go home." He Feng finished speaking, and the bike started riding back towards home. After all, their house was in an alley, so they had to turn. Before turning, He Feng asked Song Qingshu to put his hand next to his.

Holding the front handlebar, he followed his lead and turned it. Song Qingshu also put in some effort, almost getting the hang of it. "Then I'll practice again tomorrow."

He Feng was happy to see him snuggled up in his arms, and chuckled softly, "Okay."

When they got back, they were spotted by the two again. They always ran to the restaurant entrance during the day, and the smell of them would tell they were carrying the cats and dogs to eat something good.

Xiao Hei's whining sound was stuck in his throat, and Xiao Hua, who had not bitten anyone's trouser legs for a long time, started to bite the trouser legs again. He Feng looked at them, "You two have eaten a lot of good food during the day, why are you whining now? It's just steamed buns

. If you don't want to eat, go dig in the dirt pit." After he finished speaking, Xiao Hei stopped whining and Xiao Hua stopped biting the trouser legs, and ran to their own basins to wait for food.

He Feng just said it cruelly, but in fact, it was the steamed buns soaked with the leftover vegetables and soup from lunch.

Winter melon will easily release water when stir-fried, so if you stir-fry a plate of winter melon and meat, there will be vegetable soup in the pot and the plate, which is just right for feeding them.

Seeing him feeding the chickens, ducks, cats and dogs, Song Qingshu was standing in the yard brushing his teeth and washing his face. When he was wiping his face with a towel, He Feng just closed the door and walked over.

"Kids, there will be no class tomorrow." His words almost made it clear that he wanted to do something tonight.

Song Qingshu paused while wiping his face and murmured, "Yeah."

He Feng kissed him on the face he had just wiped clean, then turned to boil some water. He had to wash himself clean before going to bed, and he had to prepare some warm water in the room.

This time, no one could strain their throat too much, otherwise Song Qingshu's throat would be uncomfortable again.

He Feng was quick to boil the pot, and just as Song Qingshu finished preparing himself mentally, he heard He Feng calling him to take a shower.

He went in with his own clothes, and just as he took off his clothes behind the curtain, He Feng came in with his clothes.

He looked directly at Song Qingshu who was standing still.

When he heard the noise just now, Song Qingshu had quickly covered the key parts with a towel, but He Feng's gaze seemed to be penetrating, leaving him at a loss.

He Feng moved his lips, "Let's wash together, son. There's not much water in the bucket in the kitchen."

There was only excitement in his voice, without a trace of helplessness. Song Qingshu bit his lip and looked at him, neither saying yes nor no.

He Feng walked over, seeing his frightened expression, and kissed him on the lips. "Okay, I'm afraid you'll stay here like last time. I'll watch you wash and then wash."

His breathing was heavier, his voice hoarse from the mist, and just hearing it made Song Qingshu's scalp tingle.

He Feng looked at him, squatted down, soaked his own towel in warm water, and took the initiative to help Song Qingshu wash.

Song Qingshu felt like he was just washing vegetables.

It was a bit cold, so He Feng didn't dare let him shower more than once a day, and even after he did, he didn't dare let him stay for too long. Besides, Song Qingshu was cold, didn't sweat, and was spotless. Even soap didn't smell as good as him, so there was nothing to wash.

When Song Qingshu's body was pink from the heat and shyness, he put down the towel and took a clean one to wipe the water droplets off his body.

He opened his arms, "Okay, brother will carry you back."

Song Qingshu clung to him like a koala, and was carried back to the house. Then, wrapped in the quilt, he felt much warmer.

He Feng turned off the lights again when he walked in. However, it was a cloudy day today and there was no light outside. He Feng could still find Song Qingshu's lips accurately and kiss him effortlessly.

He kissed him until he was dizzy before he started eating meat.

The beast had just started eating meat and had been forced to be locked up in a cage for several days. It was extremely hungry.

Even the kiss was very fierce, almost trying to suck off Song Qingshu's tongue and swallow it into his throat.

Anyway, as long as it came from Song Qingshu, he liked everything.

With the familiar towel under his body, Song Qingshu suddenly raised his neck and shouted: "Wait, wait, brother, no."

He put his hand on He Feng's abdominal muscles, pushing him to slow down, but Song Qingshu had so little strength that he couldn't stop He Feng who was above him.

He Feng leaned over and pressed down to kiss his lips that were red from his kisses, blocking out any words of resistance, "Okay, baby, okay."

The two hands were entangled and clasped together inseparably. Song Qingshu groaned, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Brother, slow down." This time, it was blocked by He Feng's hand.

He restrained his voice, "Baby, you have to talk less today, otherwise your throat will be uncomfortable tomorrow."

If it weren't for the hand covering Song Qingshu's lips and hooking Song Qingshu's soft tongue, Song Qingshu would have believed what he said.

Desire was like a rolling wave that knocked him down to the beach, wave after wave. Song Qingshu knew that it would be difficult for him to stand up and escape in the short term.

He Feng's low voice was particularly clear in the room. Song Qingshu was in his mind. He removed the hand covering his lips and kissed away the saliva dripping from the side of his chin. (This is a kiss!)

"Hmm."

It was like an electric current running through every part of his body. Song Qingshu's eyes lost focus. He felt numb all over his body. His stomach was fuller than after a full meal at night. He wanted to escape but was held tightly by the hand on his waist.

"Be good, baby, you can eat it."

Song Qingshu was left with no strength after being kissed by him. The pleasure had swallowed him up. He didn't even have the strength to struggle.

When he was released, his chest heaved violently and he breathed heavily. As soon as he calmed down, He Feng put a pillow under his waist and asked like a greedy devil: "Did you rest well, baby?"