Chapter 49: Carrying the burden together. After the sixth day of the first lunar month, all the relatives…

After the sixth day of the first lunar month, most of the relatives had left, and the village was completely idle.

Many people came to visit, but few came to He Feng's house. Ever since he started working in the brigade and Song Qingshu started teaching at the school, the matchmaker started to have his eye on her again.

He Feng had been rejected every time she approached him before, but this time, unexpectedly, she came directly to his house.

This time, the matchmaker's name was Wang, and she was a well-known matchmaker in the area. She had arranged many marriages with many families, and this time, she knocked on the door with confidence.

But Song Qingshu and He Feng were sitting in the inner room of the main hall, unable to hear. It was only when Xiao Hei barked outside that He Feng finally stepped outside, draped in his cotton jacket.

Wang Xiuqin smiled brightly when she saw him, tall and strong, looking just as tough as everyone had said. "Is that He Feng?"

"Yes, who are you?"

Wang Xiuqin approached. "I'm Wang Xiuqin from Houwangzhuang. Someone asked me to find you a wife."

"No need," He Feng refused directly from the doorway. Xiao Hei was still whimpering, as if waiting for He Feng's command to rush out.

"You're not young anymore, why not? Besides, don't you have a younger brother? Someone asked me to find him a wife, too." Wang Xiuqin dodged outside to avoid Xiao Hei, but couldn't help but frown and complain, "You're such a vicious dog. What if you bite someone?"

Song Qingshu heard a noise outside and came out, carrying Xiao Hua, who had just been cleaned yesterday. "Brother?"

There was still a red mark on his neck, where He Feng had sucked it the day before yesterday. He didn't dare to use too much force, so it had remained for two days. If he had really bitten him, who knew how long it would have lasted.

The matchmaker, fearing Xiao Hei, didn't stand too close. The first thing she saw was Song Qingshu's handsome face. "This is Teacher Song, right? He's so handsome. How old are you?"

Seeing He Feng's face pale, Song Qingshu politely replied, "Twenty."

Actually, he wasn't quite yet, but Wang Xiuqin didn't know that. She sighed, "Oh, yes, he's not very old, and he looks sickly."

She looked him up and down, frowning, thinking it wouldn't be a big deal. His frail body was just the right size for him to find a strong wife. "Do you have someone in mind?"

"Are there any girls you like in the surrounding villages?"

Knowing her intentions, Song Qingshu withdrew his polite smile and said in a calm voice, "I have someone in mind. No need for a matchmaker."

Wang Xiuqin wasn't giving up. She had already agreed with the family she had met the day before, and they'd pay her fifteen yuan.

The family had three daughters, the eldest already married, so they were looking for a live-in son-in-law. He didn't need to be overbearing, just someone good-looking and honest would be fine.

He Feng's family has no parents to take care of. One daughter will marry in, and the other will marry Song Qingshu as a son-in-law. If one is successful, she will be given fifteen, and if both are successful, she will be given thirty, and five pounds of pork.

"Whose family is it from? What are the conditions? Auntie will tell you, my daughter is very pretty, her family is rich and has no brothers. If she marries into the family, she will enjoy a good life."

As she spoke, she took two steps forward and saw a red mark under Song Qingshu's Adam's apple, and was stunned.

He Feng touched the hand of the person next to him, which was a little cold. He frowned and was about to send the guest away. "He said he didn't need it, and I don't need to be a matchmaker. No matter who asked you to come, you don't need to come again in the future."

His tone was cold, with a hint of warning.

"Hey, you two are just living together like this, not planning to get married?" She found it a little funny.

"It's none of your business, go away." Song Qingshu didn't want to say anything more.

Wang Xiuqin figured it out and pointed at Song Qingshu's neck. Her gray eyes widened and her voice was a little sharp, "Two men are so affectionate, don't you think it's disgusting?"

Song Qingshu was startled by her. He bit his lip and looked at He Feng at a loss.

He Feng was completely angry, "It's New Year's Day, don't force me to kick you out."

Wang Xiuqin was furious when she thought about the thirty yuan she had originally earned and it was gone. She pinched her waist and started shouting.

"You are still angry. Two men are not allowed to get married or marry, but they are still together. Who can't see how the mark on the neck was made?"

Song Qingshu shrank his neck like a little quail. He Feng kissed his ear, "It's okay, kid, go inside, brother will talk to her."

Hei Hei couldn't hold back his throat when he heard her shouting. The roar that overflowed was enough to scare her back two steps. Seeing that He Feng didn't care about this beast, she became even more angry.

Song Qingshu glanced at her before heading back inside. He Feng slammed the inner door shut and stared at the matchmaker like a wolf. "Are you leaving or not?" "

Hey, who are you trying to scare? If that beast dares to bite me today, I'll blackmail you to death."

Xiao Hei barked. He wouldn't have rushed to bite without He Feng shouting. In the countryside, if a dog did bite someone, they'd be beaten to death, saying it was an untamed beast.

Mrs. Liu had been hearing barking at home and, wondering what was going on, ran over to see what was going on.

Wang Xiuqin knew Mrs. Liu; she knew she'd sold vegetables and sprouts on the street and had also bought from them.

As soon as she saw Mrs. Liu approaching, she grabbed her arm and said, "Auntie, please tell me. I came here with good intentions to match them up, but you told me to leave with such a cold face, and now they're hooking up."

"And you wanted to let that beast bite me?"

Mrs. Liu was shocked by her words and looked at He Feng in silence.

He Feng blinked, a gesture of acquiescence, but Mrs. Liu didn't show any ill will, instead looking at Wang Xiuqin.

"I know these two kids are good. Even if I reject you, it won't do anything. This little black guy has been whining but hasn't bitten you. It's normal for a matchmaking to be rejected. You don't have to quarrel with him during the New Year."

"Everyone lives their life behind closed doors. If you can't stand it, just leave and don't come over in the future."

Wang Xiuqin couldn't understand Mrs. Liu at all. People in the surrounding area, except those who really can't get married and want to buy a man to serve them, have never heard of two young men living together.

She looked at He Feng with disgust, "You are all family, and you are unreasonable. I am unlucky. I will never come over again."

She even spat at the door and spit out disgusting words from her mouth. He Feng raised his hand and little black guy rushed out, screaming and shouting.

He Feng let Sister-in-law Liu into the house, but he no longer had the same momentum as before. "Sister-in-law."

Sister-in-law Liu waved her hand and said, "Don't say anything. Just live your own lives well. Your parents said when they left that as long as you live a good life

, that's all that matters." "Your eldest sister-in-law was beaten all her life. Even in her old age, she still has to serve that old man. She always pulls me to cry for no reason."

"What is a good life? Isn't it enough for you to be happy?"

He Feng opened the door and saw a kitten crying pitifully behind the door. Its black eyes were covered with mist, the corners of its eyes were wet, and the corners of its mouth were turned down.

"Did you listen, little one?"

Song Qingshu nodded and opened his arms to hug him. He Feng didn't care about Sister-in-law Liu and directly hugged the kitten in his arms, wiping his tears with his hands.

Mrs. Liu sighed, "Maybe everyone on the street will know about it in a few days. The matchmaker is very powerful, so you two should be mentally prepared."

He Feng agreed, and Mrs. Liu didn't plan to stay any longer. In fact, she had noticed something when they were making dumplings, and when she was making He Feng's cotton-padded jacket, she even sewed the same pattern on the cuffs.

Not long after Mrs. Liu left, Xiao Hei came back. It was just to scare the person who made its owner angry, but it didn't really bite.

He Feng carried Song Qingshu back to the house and kissed his hot eyelids, "Don't cry, baby, it's okay, I'm here."

"Brother knows the reason, baby, you understand, you're just scared, right?" He Feng's hands patted his back from time to time, his voice softened, and he guided him to speak like coaxing a child.

Song Qingshu lay on his chest and nodded slightly, his cheek pressed against He Feng's clothes, leaving a small water mark on it.

He Feng's heart was soured by his crying, and he hugged him and sat him on his lap facing each other. Song Qingshu was still holding back, and the sobbing sound was swallowed, and he sobbed.

The handkerchief was carefully wiped on his cheeks and the corners of his eyes, for fear of hurting him a little. "It's really okay, baby, trust me, don't be afraid, I'll take care of it if anything happens."

Song Qingshu had two bags of tears in his eyes and looked up at He Feng. The water droplets at the corners of his eyes slid down and hit the clothes in front of He Feng. He shook his head, "No."

The slightly cool fingertips fell on He Feng's hand, opened, and clenched He Feng's knuckles, just like countless times before, touching the base of He Feng's fingers with He Feng's.

"I, we, will bear it together."

His face was as white as paper, and the strength of holding He Feng's hand was not small, as if to show his determination. His big red eyes were full of seriousness, his lips were pursed, and the flesh on his cheeks was a little bulging.

He Feng couldn't help but kiss his fair little face and rubbed the soft flesh of his cheek with the tip of his teeth, "It's brother's fault, just don't bite us, does it hurt here?"

In fact, when you are too happy, the slightest pain will only make people excited. Song Qingshu's voice choked, "No, brother is not wrong."

Seeing that he was about to cry again, He Feng leaned over and hugged him, his arms tight, almost rubbing Song Qingshu into his bones and blood, "Okay, okay, there is nothing wrong, how can we live our own lives?"

"Kid, brother just wants you to be fine. If you are happy, brother is happy, and if you are sad, brother is sad. Stop crying, okay?"

His chin was still on He Feng's shoulder, and the sobbing sound came into his ears, looking pitiful like a kitten about to be abandoned.

"Don't listen to what others say. Do you remember what happened with He Rongkang's father?"

Song Qingshu nodded. "I do."

"Not many people actually brought that up in front of him. We're all from the same village. We'll see each other sooner or later. No one will really take things to the extreme. We're not rats, and we won't be condemned by everyone."

"Do you understand, son?"

Song Qingshu was very stubborn. "Yes, I'm not wrong, and neither am I."

He Feng pinched the bone at the back of his neck. Because he was thin, the bulge was obvious when Song Qingshu lowered his head.

"Yes, we're not wrong. Our son is so obedient, he deserves a better life. I'm worried about you following others, so you have to follow me for the rest of your life."

"If it really doesn't work out, I'll take you to the city. If the city doesn't work out, we'll go to the provincial capital."

"The country is so big, there can't be no place for two men to live together."

He Feng coaxed him and said a lot of things, almost saying everything he had said in the first half of his life. Some of the things he said didn't even have any connection, just floating around whatever came to his mind.

Only He Feng himself knew that he had no confidence. Even though he was of high seniority and respected by many people, he could not guarantee what the people in the village would say.

Would they curse Song Qingshu with some unpleasant words? Just thinking about it made him feel a little bit overwhelmed. He clenched his teeth and the veins on his neck popped out.

When he came to his senses, the breathing sounds in his ears had gradually stabilized and the sobbing sounds had disappeared. He

carefully put Song Qingshu on the bed and tucked him in. He Feng kissed his soft lips again and turned to walk out.