Chapter 55: The son of a bitch, eating on the evening of the 13th day of the first lunar month...

After dinner on the evening of the 13th day of the first lunar month,

He Feng and Song Qingshu ran to a house in Chen Village and ordered sixteen tubes of fireworks. Song Qingshu had initially thought the fireworks He Feng had described were the kind of fairy wands you hold in your hand, but upon arrival, he discovered they were small tubes of spray fireworks.

Upon arriving, he could smell the stench of sulfur. On the ground lay cylindrical wooden tubes, like thicker bamboo poles. Song Qingshu stared curiously at the raw materials.

He wasn't very good at chemistry and didn't understand the principles behind them. Seeing his curiosity, Chen Qinyuan turned to his son and asked him to get a small tube. "Let me show you."

Fireworks weren't allowed in the yard. Chen Qinyuan's son, looking about fifteen or sixteen, led He Feng and Song Qingshu to the front door, lit a match, and stepped back after lighting it.

Bright fireworks burst forth from the small wooden tubes, exploding and dissipating before him like a small pine tree.

The fireworks lasted for a dozen seconds before dispersing. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder, not overpowering, yet still hinted at the festive atmosphere.

He Feng squeezed his hand. "Is it pretty?"

Song Qingshu nodded. "It's beautiful." In the past, the orphanage had only set off fairy wands, as some children were frightened by fireworks. During the New Year, they only set off a few for the children to enjoy, and each child only got a small amount.

He loved to lean against the window and watch the fireworks explode in the sky outside. There were so many different kinds of fireworks, and it was so lively to watch.

When he was younger, he often spent New Year's Eve in the hospital. There were no fireworks, only the smell of disinfectant and the intermittent sounds of his parents' arguments. His grandmother sighed, covered his ears, and said, "We kids don't listen to that."

"Yeah, it looks good," Song Qingshu said with a smile, his eyes shining like stars. He Feng touched his ear, "Then brother, go order some more."

Song Qingshu stopped He Feng and shook his head. "That's enough! Don't let Xiaohua and Xiaohei get burned by setting them off in the yard."

Chen Qinyuan, who came out from inside, rubbed his hands. "Young master, I can't make that many. These sixteen of yours are just a few I need to sell to my family."

"Okay, come order early next year."

He Feng had only just remembered this last night. He hadn't been idle these past few days. He ordered sixteen tubes so he could get a few for Sister Liu to set off between their yards.

The two of them didn't ride their bikes today. The days are short in winter, and it's almost dark by six o'clock. A few white clouds can still be seen against the deep blue sky.

"Then let's go." He Feng led Song Qingshu home from Chenzhai, nodding and greeting whenever they met someone they knew or other acquaintances.

The children were having fun outside, and only reluctantly went home after being called several times by their families. Among them was a middle school student who saw Song Qingshu and shouted, "Teacher Song!"

"Happy New Year, Teacher Song!" Chen Shouye came over with a smile. Song Qingshu took two candies from He Feng's pocket and handed them over, "Happy New Year, for you."

Chen Shouye was a proactive but not studious student in the class, but he wasn't a mischievous one either. He was always cheerful and had no worries.

But because of this, he never received any reward from the class given by Song Qingshu. He waved his hand and said, "Teacher, I am not a good student."

Song Qingshu insisted on handing it to him, "But you are very polite. You will say hello to the teacher when you see him, and you are very active in class."

Chen Shouye scratched his head a little embarrassedly. His knuckles were a little black from the cold, and his cotton-padded jacket was not too new. He licked his lips, his eyes swept from the big white rabbit, and then looked at Song Qingshu.

Until Song Qingshu nodded and said, "Grade is not the criterion for judging whether a child is good or bad. The teacher gives you a reward because he thinks you are a good child."

"Take it."

Chen Shouye then reached out and took the White Rabbit, smiling and bowing to Song Qingshu, "Thank you, teacher!"

Song Qingshu smiled. Another shout came from the small room next door, "Little Shouye, if you don't go home for dinner, you won't have any!"

"You're back!" The boy shouted towards home. Song Qingshu rubbed his head, "Come home quickly, little Shouye."

Chen Shouye ran home with two candies in his hand, shouting excitedly, "Little sister, come out quickly, brother will give you candy!"

Song Qingshu turned around and took He Feng's hand. The two continued to walk home. From Chenzhai to go home, they had to turn two corners on the way.

There were no street lights on the road. He Feng held his hand. It was warm, not bone-chilling cold. The touch was like jade being warmed by someone.

"Brother." Song Qingshu suddenly called out to him as they turned the corner for the second time. He Feng turned around and was hugged by him, kissed by him on the neck. Then, with a smile, he said, "I like you so much."

There were not many people on the roadside. In winter, people closed their doors early, and the surroundings were dim. He Feng's heart was warmed by his smile. The soft touch seemed to linger on his lips. He suddenly hugged him and walked quickly towards home.

Before Song Qingshu could react, he was already in his arms.

He shook his legs embarrassedly, but He Feng opened them and buckled them around his waist. "Don't move. Use your energy to get home."

The straightforward tone made Song Qingshu blush a little. He muttered embarrassedly, "On the main road!"

"Yeah, kid, you should be glad this is the main road." He shook him up, and Song Qingshu sensed something and didn't dare to move again.

How could it be so fast?

He said nothing, burying his head in the crook of He Feng's neck, daring not to move like a quail. His warm, fragrant breath fanned He Feng's neck, making his veins throb.

"It's been so long since I've touched you, brother. I'm going back to try out the difference that expensive cream makes."

When they got home, the door was shut. The two little ones must have been sleeping in the utility room, and they didn't come out even after hearing the noise.

He Feng slammed the doors to the main hall and the back room, then leaned against Song Qingshu and began to kiss him, his hot breath bathing Song Qingshu's porcelain-white face.

Just now, when they were walking outside, the tips of their noses felt cold. He Feng nuzzled his nose gently as he kissed him, pressing it against Song Qingshu's soft nose, sinking a little, then rising again when He Feng regained his strength.

Why is everything so soft?

He Feng wondered, his tongue darting into Song Qingshu's lips. Even without the sugar, they still tasted sweet, and the soft lips and tongue carried the faint fragrance of Song Qingshu.

It will only make people more excited.

After the kiss, He Feng pressed against Song Qingshu's collarbone, his voice as low and hoarse as a traveler who is short of water in the desert, "Baby, say it again."

Song Qingshu was dizzy from the kiss, and had no idea what he wanted him to say. He uttered "Hmm?" in a daze, his voice as soft as the humming of a kitten.

The room was a little cold, and He Feng held him tightly in his arms, and lit the firewood to make a charcoal fire. Although the lights were not on, Song Qingshu could still see his excitement.

When the charcoal fire was burning, he put him on the bed, looking Song Qingshu up and down, "Baby seems to have lost weight again."

As soon as he said this, Song Qingshu knew that he could not escape tonight. He would have to have a bloated stomach all night and be held tightly in someone's arms, unable to move.

He bit his lip and murmured a little aggrievedly, "I haven't lost weight."

He Feng took off his cotton-padded jacket and touched his flat belly through the sweater, his eyes locked on Song Qingshu's jaw, "It's flat again here."

He kissed Song Qingshu's cheek and couldn't help but suck on the soft flesh, "There's no soft flesh on your face anymore."

Song Qingshu shook his head and reached out to grab He Feng's hand, "It's not flat."

He Feng's other hand had already found its way into his collar, clasping Song Qingshu's neck and kissing him, "Baby, you've learned to lie."

Song Qingshu, who still wanted to quibble, was pressed down on the bed and kissed. All the clear liquid in his mouth was sucked away by He Feng like drinking water, and his flexible tongue scraped and poked around in his mouth.

It almost went along the sensitive upper palate and into the throat. Song Qingshu stretched out his tongue to press it, and was entangled by him again, sucking, kissing, and sucking.

"Baby, do you miss me?" He Feng panted, his rough hands had moved to Song Qingshu's waist, which was already sensitive. As soon as it touched Song Qingshu, his body softened, and he said tremblingly that he did.

His voice was slightly choked, his face was pink, and his eyes were full of He Feng, beautiful and seductive.

He Feng kissed the corner of his eye, then the tip of his nose, the top of his lips, and his chin. His hands had already wandered off to other places. Song Qingshu's body was like freshly marinated tofu, white, tender, and soft.

He usually used a light touch, but when he was done, Song Qingshu's body was covered in marks, not just from kisses, but also from finger marks and red slaps.

As Song Qingshu turned sideways, he shoved the doll, which had been facing him, toward the edge of the bed. Only then was he satisfied that the little brown bear had successfully faced the wall. The next second, He Feng turned him over

and kissed him again. The peach-like tip was pecked and kissed, He Feng even biting it with his teeth. Although the pressure was gentle, Song Qingshu still found it unbearable, gasping for no.

He Feng listened to everything under the bed, but in bed, he was like a mad dog, willing to do anything to get close to Song Qingshu.

He kissed almost every part of him with his lips and tongue, but he still found Song Qingshu's body fragrant. His ankles and wrists were all red from his bites.

When being bitten by Song Qingshu who couldn't bear it any longer, He Feng felt even more satisfied. His scalp was numb and countless electric currents passed through his body. He lowered his waist and said, "Push harder, little one, it's better to leave a mark on me."

Song Qingshu loosened his grip. His wrist was a little purple from being bitten. This time the mark would really last for a long time.

Song Qingshu knew that he had bitten too hard and licked He Feng's wound with his tongue. Just when he wanted to ask He Feng if it hurt, his words became intermittent because of He Feng, and it was hard to hear anything.

"No, brother, my stomach is so sore..." He tilted his head, his delicate nose turned pink from crying, his lips were swollen from being bitten, and his pitiful appearance made people soften their hearts.

He Feng stopped and made him feel comfortable. When Song Qingshu babbled incoherently, he finally realized that he was not the one who was raising Song Qingshu.

He Feng was the wolfdog that Song Qingshu had raised. Just like Xiao Hei, as long as he was well fed, he would be extremely obedient, able to guard the house and protect his master. There was no

one more loyal in the world. The next day, Song Qingshu had no strength in his legs and could not even get out of bed. He Feng coaxed him to eat a few mouthfuls of food and then let him go back to sleep.

This time, He Feng bought not only ointment but also a nourishing ointment. The doctor said that applying it there would be beneficial, so He Feng applied it while Song Qingshu was asleep.

Otherwise, with Song Qingshu's shamelessness, he would have embarrassed himself to death and refused to let He Feng apply the ointment.

When he woke up, Song Qingshu felt less uncomfortable, except for some stiffness in the base of his legs. He Feng had pressed too hard and it felt like his ligaments were about to break.

His legs were a little soft, probably because He Feng had massaged his waist and legs while he was asleep.

The room was still warm, the charcoal fire had never been extinguished. Song Qingshu reached for the water beside the bed. It was warm. He Feng must have been out for a while.

His fingers trembled as he reached for the water. The feeling of He Feng licking between his fingers yesterday was still fresh in his memory, and the kiss marks on his wrist were even more obvious and embarrassing.

Before he could even pick it up, He Feng entered the doorway. "Wake up, little one. Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Qingshu thought, not unwell, just thirsty. He shook his head, withdrew his hand, and stared at the water on the table.

He sat in bed, the quilt wedged against his chest. His fair, round shoulders were red, and his earlobes were covered in bite marks. Not to mention his neck and collarbone, which were ravaged by mosquito bites all night.

He stared at the table with a look of grievance. His teeth nipped slightly at his rosy lips. He Feng almost couldn't help but pounce on him again, pinning him down and continuing to sleep.

He Feng handed him the water and told him to drink. "Little one, are you talking to me? Let me hear if your voice is hoarse."

After drinking the water, the dryness in his throat subsided, and Song Qingshu licked his lips. "No."

Perhaps because he had been crying so much recently, his voice was nasal, like a spoiled child.

He Feng caressed his head lovingly, "Son, say something else."

Song Qingshu had said too much last night, and now he added reflexively, "Son, you like your brother the most."

Hearing what he wanted to say, He Feng kissed the corner of his lips and praised him, "Good boy, I like you the most too."