Chapter 51: The Cub Is Here He Feng returned home and…

He Feng returned home, leaving Xiaohua and Xiaohei in the care of Mrs. Liu.

He locked the door, carrying 3,823.51 yuan, two identical scarves, nine White Rabbit cookies in his pocket, and wrapped Song Qingshu in his military coat, preparing to catch the train to the city.

He wanted to keep an eye on Song Qingshu. He Sheng, who couldn't ride a motorcycle, went to call He Lishu for help.

He Lishu immediately agreed, believing nothing could be more important than saving someone. He pulled the family's motorbike, covered it with bedding, and headed for Wang Dehui's house.

They arrived at the village chief's house and mounted their motorcycles. He Feng held Song Qingshu face to face in his arms, his military coat collar raised, revealing only a wisp of Song Qingshu's hair, swaying in the wind.

He Lishu nearly floored the accelerator. It was the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, and the road wasn't crowded. Everyone had planned to leave after the Lantern Festival, so the journey didn't take long.

By the time they reached the station, He Lishu's hands were numb from the cold; he hadn't even noticed they were shaking. He Feng pulled fifty yuan from his pocket. "Excuse me, go buy something hot to warm me up and fill up the gas tank before we go back."

"No thanks, uncle." He Lishu wanted him to save the money for Song Qingshu's medical treatment.

He Feng held Song Qingshu in one arm, not having time to argue with him. He shoved the money into his hand. "Here, I'm going to buy a ticket. I don't know when I'll be back."

"Think of the rest as New Year's money for Erqing. Don't be greedy."

He Lishu stood in the crowd, feeling like He Feng wouldn't come back. A little anxiously, he asked, "Uncle, are you coming back?"

He Feng smiled, his eyes falling on the man in his arms. "Let's see if he still wants to come back." Only

then did He Lishu feel the pain in his hand; it would probably be swollen and purple by the time he got back. He watched He Feng, alone, carrying Song Qingshu, go buy the train ticket.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't speak.

Everyone has their own destiny. I hope Song Zhiqing is okay.

...

He Feng met Sun Jinglin and Sun Jingan when he was buying tickets. They didn't know where to go and were stunned when they saw He Feng.

Sun Jinglin stood on tiptoe to take a look at the person in his arms, and immediately came over to feel his pulse. The smile on Sun Jingan's face immediately faded, "What's the matter?" "

He got angry." Sun Jinglin frowned and said.

He Feng didn't bother to explain in detail, "I'll take him to the provincial capital to have a look." He

turned around and bought two sleeper tickets for the express train, and was about to leave with the tickets that looked like hard cardboard.

Sun Jinglin dragged his brother to buy sleeper tickets on the same train to follow He Feng.

The person in his arms suddenly opened his eyes before He Feng got on the train. Song Qingshu had no strength in his body. He was held in He Feng's arms, his collar blocking his vision, and he could only hear the noisy sounds around him.

"Brother." It was a very quiet word, but He Feng still heard it. The coldness on his face dissipated a lot. "Is babe awake? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Qingshu was still breathing very carefully. He shook his head gently to indicate that he was not feeling so uncomfortable anymore.

"He Feng!" The two brothers who had bought the tickets came after him with their things.

The train was about to arrive at the station. The security guards outside shouted, not to get too close to the train tracks. He Feng stepped back a little.

Song Qingshu was lifted up by him and was able to lie on his shoulders. He also saw Sun Jingan and Sun Jinglin coming over breathlessly.

He couldn't say anything. His breathing was very weak. He looked around with his round eyes. It turned out that they were at the train station.

"Brother, where are we going?" He asked softly in a small voice next to He Feng's ear.

He Feng didn't intend to hide it from him. When the train arrived at the station, there would be a long brake sound. The rails seemed to have sparks on them, and the crackling sound was sharp.

He Feng subconsciously covered Song Qingshu's ears, and only said after getting on the train: "Let's go to the provincial capital and see a doctor."

With the help of the conductor, the two successfully boarded the train. The berth was a four-person room. He Feng put Song Qingshu on the berth and helped him lie down.

The berth was very small and narrow. He Feng couldn't lie down with him or hold him to sleep, so he kept warming his hands, neck, and face with his hands.

"Does your heart hurt?" He Feng rubbed his white fingertips.

Song Qingshu raised the corners of his mouth, "It doesn't hurt anymore." In fact, it was not very convincing. Since he fell into a coma, his eyebrows have been tightly knitted together, and they haven't relaxed even now.

He Feng kissed his eyebrows with heartache. Sun Jingan walked in with Sun Jinglin, "Hey, little Qingshu, you're awake!"

Sun Jinglin's tender face had grown some flesh because of the Chinese New Year. He came over and squatted to feel Song Qingshu's pulse. As soon as he touched it, he was shocked by the cold temperature.

He Feng consciously made way for him. Sun Jing'an patted He Feng's shoulder and said, "We'll go with you."

Seeing that He Feng was about to frown, Sun Jing'an continued, "Actually, we also want to go to the provincial capital. We didn't plan to take the sleeper berth. After all, it's twice as expensive as the hard seat!"

"What are you going there for?"

"Visiting relatives. There is also a Chinese medicine store run by our Sun family over there. Let's ask if there are any medicinal herbs that are missing or in excess and bring some back for the old man at home."

Song Qingshu let Sun Jinglin take his pulse, his eyes still fixed on He Feng. He felt that He Feng had become haggard in just one morning. After

Sun Jinglin took his pulse, he patted his chest and assured Song Qingshu, "Don't worry, I'm here, you won't have any problems for the time being. We'll go with you to see a doctor in the provincial capital."

"Thank you." Song Qingshu said in a low voice.

"You're welcome. Actually, I wanted to say it the first time I saw you. You're so beautiful."

Although he was clearly complimenting Song Qingshu, Sun Jinglin felt shy. Sun Jing'an pulled him over and said, "Let's sleep on top, and let them sleep on the bottom."

"It's been a six-hour trip, and you didn't even think to buy something, huh?" Sun Jing'an dug into his bag and pulled out two steamed buns and two eggs.

"The train's expensive. If you're not hungry, give it to him. Patients always need something."

He slipped off his shoes and climbed up, yawning twice. "I played mahjong all night last night. I'm going to get some sleep."

Sun Jinglin climbed up too, clutching his small canvas bag. "I'm going to sleep too."

His words were so deliberate that they were hard to miss, giving them some space.

Song Qingshu thought they must have already discovered what he and He Feng were doing. From behind, he saw He Feng kissing his eyebrow, which probably looked more like a kiss, but neither of them reacted.

Sun Jinglin even praised his beauty.

Actually, this wasn't a compliment to a boy, but Song Qingshu didn't think it was meant to be teasing, and was actually a little happy.

He Feng draped his military coat over Song Qingshu, using it as a blanket, and peeled a still-hot tea egg. "Tea egg yolks are better than boiled ones, try it, boy?"

Song Qingshu blinked, and the next second He Feng placed the peeled egg to his lips. Song Qingshu held his hand, leaned forward, and took a bite.

He hadn't eaten much that morning because he'd been feeling uneasy, and now that he was feeling better, he felt a sense of security in this train compartment.

He slowly finished a tea egg. He Feng wanted to give him the bun, but he shook his head, "I don't want to eat anymore."

He Feng took out a White Rabbit from his pocket and unscrewed it. "Then have this."

Song Qingshu usually wouldn't refuse this. He was feeling down right now, so a little candy would make him happier. He opened his mouth, poked out a little of his bright red tongue, and rolled the candy into his mouth.

He Feng looked at his bulging cheeks, the redness around his eyes, and his eyelids still a little swollen. "Sleep a little longer, baby. When you wake up, we'll be in the provincial capital."

Song Qingshu hadn't slept alone in a long time. He looked at He Feng with a bit of grievance, not caring about the two people above him.

His fragile appearance would make anyone feel soft-hearted, especially since he stared at He Feng and whispered, "I want to hold you."

He Feng wasn't actually hungry at all. His mind was completely occupied by Song Qingshu. He stuffed a bun into his mouth and put the rest in his military coat pocket.

Then he lay down on the narrow train berth, holding Song Qingshu in his arms, folding them up and down, and wrapped him in his military coat.

He put his hands outside and patted Song Qingshu's back to coax him to sleep.

Song Qingshu smacked the candy in his mouth, his eyes sore and tight, and he lay on He Feng's chest to listen to his strong heartbeat. His other hand clenched into a fist and rested on He Feng's chest.

Surrounded by the familiar and reassuring breath, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again not long after.

He was still sleeping even after several people got off the train. All the way, He Feng was like a woman carrying a child to work, holding him tightly.

Originally, Sun Jing'an was afraid that He Feng would be tired, so he thought about carrying him for a while, but He Feng disagreed. Song Qingshu had to stay under his nose for him to feel at ease.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening when they arrived at the provincial capital. It was pitch black outside and it started snowing again. Sun Jing'an stopped He Feng, and the four of them went to find a hotel to stay.

After booking two double rooms, Sun Jing'an looked at the excited Sun Jinglin and wanted to take He Feng out for dinner. He Feng didn't want to go, so he dragged Sun Jinglin out to buy food.

Inside the room.

He Feng looked at Song Qingshu sleeping peacefully. His face was still pale, as were his lips. He lowered his head and kissed those soft lips, sucking, biting, and grinding gently.

When they separated again, the pale lips turned pink, and a layer of moist water film appeared, making them look much healthier.

He felt unreal again. He lay on Song Qingshu's chest and counted his heartbeats, one, two, three...

He was still touching Song Qingshu's hand, resting it on his pulse, feeling Song Qingshu's skin getting warmer because of him.

It was like a jade doll, gradually coming to life.

Song Qingshu's hand suddenly trembled. He opened his eyes, and pressed his chest against He Feng's head. He used his other hand to touch He Feng's hair, which was still so rough and a little prickly.

"Brother, I'm here. I'm fine." The room was dimly lit, and the sound of both of their breathing was audible. Song Qingshu thought he heard He Feng's heartbreak.

He Feng raised his head, tears welling in his eyes, but his voice was no different from usual, "I'm here."

"Yeah." Still a soft breath.

"You scared me to death today. When I went home to get the money, I wanted to smash the two statues on the altar. I made a wish for you to be healthy during the Chinese New Year."

Seeing Song Qingshu collapse in his arms, he was almost broken. Now that his emotions were flooding back, He Feng still couldn't resist. He let himself vent his tension. "Why doesn't it work?"

"How can it not work?!"

The rough man's tears were the most heartbreaking thing. Song Qingshu reached out to catch his tears, but was a little slow and missed.

The tear brushed against his fingertips, and Song Qingshu only knew it was hot, like boiling water.

If it falls on his hand, it will burn a hole in his hand. If it doesn't fall on his hand, it will burn a hole in his mind first.

He never thought that He Feng would have a mental breakdown and cry, like a puppy abandoned by its owner, curled up in the corner of the bed and crying non-stop.

Between the two of them, he was the one who cried the most, and He Feng was the one who coaxed others the most.

But now, the positions are completely reversed.

The fearless He Feng almost knelt beside the bed, holding Song Qingshu's hand tightly, begging him to promise that he would not leave He Feng.

A layer of mist also appeared in Song Qingshu's eyes. He sniffed and held back his tears with strength. His throat was so sore that it was difficult for him to speak. He spit out the words that He Feng wanted to hear bit by bit.

"I won't leave you."

"Baby, always follow your brother."

He Feng kissed the back of his hand cherishingly, and the tears on his face rubbed against Song Qingshu's fingertips, wet.

"Kid, keep your word,"

Song Qingshu touched He Feng's face, wiping away all the remaining water marks on his tough and handsome face. His expression was as serious as a believer swearing an oath to the priest in church.

"Yes." He

would be with He Feng forever, regardless of life or death.

He Feng would do the same, he had already seen the answer from those dark eyes.