Chapter 56: Everything Will Be Corrected. After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month…

after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the festive atmosphere completely dissipated, and everyone began to get busy.

They were all still in the provincial capital at the beginning of spring. After returning, He Feng asked Mrs. Liu when it was time to plant the sunflowers. Mrs. Liu said it would take more than a month, so he put the seeds away again.

Because of the cold winter this year, coupled with a late spring cold snap, the middle school semester started a few days late, on the twenty-second day of the first lunar month.

He Feng once again became a parent, picking up Song Qingshu from school and then returning home.

After returning from Spring Festival, Jin Yan broke the good news to the office: she was pregnant.

The entire office smiled and congratulated her and Zhao Yuanhui. Song Qingshu went home and told He Feng the same story. He Feng nodded in agreement and

then focused on the rice in the pot. According to Song Qingshu's story yesterday, He Feng was trying to make egg fried rice. He had never thought of this dish before, using simmered rice from the previous night and stir-frying it with eggs.

He also added diced meat, chopped green onions, chopped cabbage, and a few stalks of rapeseed.

It smelled quite fragrant while frying, and Song Qingshu's attention was immediately diverted. "Wow, brother, you're amazing! I just told you to make it."

He Feng scooped out the crispy golden fried rice from the pot. It was indeed fragrant. "Go wash your hands. We'll be eating soon."

The rice was leftover from yesterday's steamed bacon rice. It still had a hint of bacon, and mixed with the other ingredients, the aroma permeated the air.

Song Qingshu set the fire stick aside and went out to wash his hands. He Feng opened the large pot, revealing steamed buns and salted duck eggs. A jar of them had been freshly salted before the Lunar New Year, and now they were ready to eat.

"Brother, did you go to the fields this afternoon?" Song Qingshu, having washed his hands, returned to the kitchen.

"Well, the snow is thick this winter, and the wheat seedlings are growing well. I'll pull out some of the thick wheat seedlings later and make malt sugar for you when I come back."

"You should be able to eat this after taking the medicine. It only tastes like malt. Will it make you feel nauseous?"

Song Qingshu shook his head. "Probably not. I think I couldn't eat dairy products before."

"Okay." He Feng handed the steamed bun basket to Song Qingshu. There were three steamed buns and two salted duck eggs in it. He Feng was holding two bowls with egg fried rice in them.

Walking out of the kitchen, He Feng looked up at the sky. "There are many stars today. I'll wash your doll tomorrow."

Song Qingshu's ears blushed, and he murmured "yes" softly, and hurried back to the main room.

Or because he was sleepy after taking the medicine yesterday, he drooled while holding the little bear to sleep. When He Feng came back, he saw him pushing the little bear aside with disgust.

When he asked him what happened, he said that it fell to the ground and needed to be washed.

He Feng smelled the food as soon as he picked it up. The wet feeling under his hand made him raise his eyebrows, but he didn't refute the person on the bed, "Well, it's time to wash."

Xiao Hei and Xiao Hua, who smelled the fragrance of rice, also came into the room, one guarding He Feng and the other guarding Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu picked out the fat from the buns to feed Xiao Hua.

He Feng asked Xiao Hei to fetch his bowl, scooped some egg fried rice into his bowl, and took a whole bun and threw it to Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hua couldn't be fed like this, and it couldn't eat too much, but Song Qingshu took advantage of He Feng's inattention and broke off half of the bun for Xiao Hua.

The filling of the buns this time was sweet potato vermicelli, meat and some dried vegetables. Song Qingshu didn't remember, but the buns were delicious.

He Feng watched him scoop rice with his newly bought iron spoon, his eyes downcast. "Your hair is growing again, is it hurting your eyes?"

"Not bad, isn't it? It's not the end of the first lunar month yet," Song Qingshu said with a smile, looking up. "Jin Yan said we can't cut our hair before the end of the first lunar month."

"We don't have that custom in our family. My mother doesn't have any brothers, so don't worry, go get it cut tomorrow, or you won't be able to get a number by the second of the second lunar month."

"Okay."

...

The next afternoon, for some reason, a strong wind suddenly blew. He Feng was sitting in the brigade, staring outside from time to time, when he saw the postman delivering a letter.

The man was carrying an army green messenger bag that looked very much like the one He Feng had bought in the provincial capital, and he put the envelope away.

He Liping, who was at the door, finished checking each one and happened to see He Feng staring outside. She called out, "Young master, there's a letter for you."

He Feng was stunned, remembering that it must be the photos he had taken with Song Qingshu in the provincial capital.

They would be able to go back soon, and the others had nothing to do. Seeing a smile on He Feng's usually stern face, they came over and asked curiously: "Young man, what is this?"

"Photos taken in the provincial capital." He Feng took the envelope and looked at it, but did not open it.

He Liping fished some melon seeds out of her pocket, cracked them, and leaned against the table. "Let me see it."

The others echoed, "Yeah, let me see it. Teacher Song is so handsome, why wouldn't he see it?"

He Feng wasn't swayed. He tucked the envelope into his arms, shaking his head as if hiding a treasure. "Take it home and have him open it. If he wants, I'll bring it back for you."

This behavior was unlike He Feng himself; it was childish. The others smiled. "Young man, you're still henpecked. No, husband-run."

He Feng nodded. "I don't have the final say in family matters. I'm not the head of the family."

The clock on the wall was approaching five o'clock. He Feng stood up and walked out of the group to everyone's laughter. Not many of the others had gone to pick up their children.

They were all from the street, kids playing with classmates and running home. It was no big deal.

Unlike He Feng, who would go to pick people up regardless of the weather, but they had heard before that Song Qingshu was in poor health and couldn't be tired or angry. After seeing Song Qingshu, they all felt that it was understandable.

But it didn't stop them from teasing He Feng through Song Qingshu. After all, they grew up under the tyranny of He Feng when they were young, and such moments were rare.

Even those who were older than He Feng didn't dare to play around because of He Feng's seniority, but with Song Qingshu as an excuse, He Feng could say a few more words.

So the team was full of laughter every day.

He Feng rode his bike to the gate of the middle school. Song Qingshu was wearing a thin cotton jacket made by Mrs. Liu, with a sweater he knitted inside. He said goodbye to other students, turned around and saw him and walked straight over.

"Brother, I'm telling you, Chen Shouye's been doing really well lately. He even got another nougat today."

He Feng looked at him, carrying a canvas bag, and held out his hand. "Okay, I'll carry it."

Song Qingshu murmured, handing him the bag. He then took the initiative to sit on the back of the bicycle, chattering about school.

"I didn't realize a kid like him could have so much strength. Luckily, their classmates pulled them apart before they could really start a fight."

"I don't know why they were fighting, and they didn't want to talk about it. Zhu Chengfei just dragged them over to Principal Luo."

He Feng continued, "Yeah," interrupting to ask what he wanted for dinner. Song Qingshu couldn't think of anything else at home, "I don't know."

"Stir-fried shredded potatoes with meat and scrambled eggs with chili peppers?"

"Okay."

Song Qingshu hugged He Feng's waist, felt something hard in his pocket, and, curiously, "Brother, what's this?"

His accent was gradually beginning to take on the local accent, though sometimes he struggled with the dialect, and speaking it in his naturally clear voice sometimes struck He Feng as a bit odd.

But he also liked to hear it.

"The photos were taken in the provincial capital."

Song Qingshu just remembered it, and his tone rose, "Did it arrive so soon?" He thought it would take at least half a month to get there.

He fumbled with his hands and was about to put them into He Feng's pockets. He Feng felt a little itchy on his waist when he was touched by his hands, "Sit tight, baby, we'll see when we get home."

When he got home, he found that the little bear that was originally stuck in the clothes drying rack had fallen to the ground at some point, and was grabbed by Xiao Hei and Xiao Hua and bitten.

Right at the heart of the little bear, some cotton came out along the crack. He Feng saw it and shouted, "Xiao Hei! Xiao Hua! Stop biting, let go!"

Song Qingshu leaned over from the back seat and saw the little bear on the ground. The smile on his face disappeared immediately.

He Feng picked it up and patted the dirt on the back of the little bear. Because it fell to the ground when it was wet, it was no use patting it hard with his hands.

On the contrary, the cotton would turn out again.

Song Qingshu pouted in displeasure. He couldn't get angry at Xiaohua and Xiaohei, but instead blamed himself.

He Feng held him in his arms and coaxed him softly, "Baby, brother will mend it again and make it back to its original state, okay?"

Song Qingshu didn't want to cry at first, but as soon as He Feng opened his mouth, his nose felt sore. He Feng put his hand around his waist, "It's my fault. I should have put it away for you after washing it at noon before leaving."

Song Qingshu took the doll back and took a closer look. The buttons were not broken, but there was a cut on the chest. He murmured: "It will be fine after a sew."

He Feng rubbed his head, leaned over and lowered his voice, "Brother will take it away first, and give it to baby after it is repaired."

"Yeah." Song Qingshu nodded, his eyes a little red, but he still held back his tears.

"Brother can fix anything, you know?"

"I know."

"Cry if you want to, don't hold it back, brother is just worried that you'll feel bad."

The bitterness that had been suppressed was due to He Feng's words, tears welled up, overflowing from his beautiful eyes in the blink of an eye.

It sounds a bit hypocritical, but he was crying not only for the bear, but also for himself. When he saw the broken bear, his first reaction was that it was broken and would be thrown away...

But He Feng said it could be fixed, and he could fix it. He believed in He Feng, because He Feng had picked it up and slowly fixed it.

When he cried, He Feng reached out and wiped his tears little by little. He was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable because of the roughness of his fingertips, so he chose to wipe his tears with the back of his hand. When

Song Qingshu sniffed, he belatedly remembered that he had a handkerchief in his pocket, took it out and gently wiped the corners of his eyes.

He sobbed, and He Feng patted him on the back gently.

The dry lips fell on Song Qingshu's eyelids and the corner of his eye, licking away the tears that had just overflowed. "Don't cry, baby, it hurts me to see you."

The slightly itchy touch made Song Qingshu blink. He Feng had already carried the little bear behind his back with one hand. "Wash your face?"

Song Qingshu turned and went to the bathroom to get some water. He Feng then took the bitten little bear to the east room. Xiao Hei and Xiao Hua had made a mistake and huddled in the corner with their heads down.

After washing their faces with cold water, Song Qingshu calmed down and walked out. He looked at the two little ones squatting by the wall. "It's okay. Don't bite the doll next time. I'll make you a ball to play with."

Xiao Hua raised her head and meowed. The kitten's eyes were bright, round and big, so cute. Its ears tilted back obediently. Song Qingshu touched its head.

Xiao Hei then came over. Song Qingshu purred twice and its tail, which had been hanging down, began to wag.

He Feng called from inside the house, "Zi Zi, come and look at the photos."

Song Qingshu then stood up and walked into the house. He saw an envelope in He Feng's hand, which contained photos of the two of them.

His eyes were still a little pink, and his hands moved slowly as he gently opened the envelope. There were three photos inside.

The photo of the two of them was a little bigger. Song Qingshu was sitting on a chair, and He Feng was standing behind him.

They had changed their cotton coats into shirts and trousers. To He Feng, they looked like employees, while Song Qingshu looked more like a college student, though his face was a little pale and he didn't look very healthy.

However, his smile was enough to divert people's attention to that pretty face.

"Our Zi Zi is still the best looking." He Feng held his hand, let him sit on his lap, and lean against his arms. "This single photo is also good looking."

"Let me see yours." He Feng didn't smile in the single photo, but just looked at the camera normally, but the photo was still very fierce.

It was like a wild animal that had discovered an uninvited guest and wanted to drive him away but was afraid of scaring its partner.

"Brother is so fierce." Song Qingshu commented, "But it looks good too. I like it."

He Feng lowered his head and kissed his lips, "Zizi, the people in the team saw me taking the letter and said they want to see it. Can you let them see it?"

"Take this and see it." Song Qingshu took out the photo of the two of them, "It can't be dirty or wrinkled."

Even if he didn't say it, He Feng would pay attention. After all, he must keep such a good photo well.

"Okay, Zizi, come and cook with me."

He Feng said, put the photo down, and carried him to the kitchen.