Chapter 61: End of Text: Unwavering Love.

The next morning, a gold bracelet appeared on Song Qingshu's wrist. He was still in He Feng's arms, the familiar feeling making his back ache, and he dared not move.

He saw the bracelet while rubbing his eyes.

The gleaming gold bracelet didn't look thick, but it must be solid and heavy.

Because Song Qingshu's hands were so thin, the adjustable plain ring He Feng had bought still dropped a little when he raised his hand. It felt

cold.

Song Qingshu also seemed to have a small gold bracelet as a child, with a small bell on it that tinkled when he raised his hand. Later, he switched to a red string strung with a peach pit, but that broke when he fell.

He mentioned it to He Feng once, but that was the only time he remembered it.

He didn't know what the price of gold was back then, but it couldn't be cheap.

Song Qingshu had actually switched classes with Jin Yan yesterday, and he had thought He Feng would be wary, but last night... he himself had been completely lost in lust. He thought he'd sleep a little longer.

He leaned forward, nestling back into He Feng's arms. He had just closed his eyes when He Feng, who had been soundly asleep, opened them and gazed at his soft hair with tenderness and caress. Song

Qingshu, nearly dozing off, felt the arm tighten around his waist. His breath paused, and he swallowed back a moan that threatened to escape his throat.

He Feng couldn't help but smile. He kissed his disheveled forehead, patted his back gently, and soothed, "I won't bother you. Go to sleep."

...

As the days grew warmer, Song Qingshu's thick clothes faded, revealing the gold bracelet on his wrist.

Song Qingshu, dressed in a white shirt, looked very different from a year ago. His complexion was rosy, his eyes clear and bright, no longer the wind-blown look he once had.

But he remained as beautiful as ever.

Jin Yan's belly swelled up like a balloon. Everyone told her to rest more and ask for leave to go home if she felt unwell, but Jin Yan always smiled and said it was okay and she could finish the semester.

The children, who used to be naughty, were now very obedient in Jin Yan's class. In the entire office, only Zhu Chengfei's class was in chaos.

He stormed into the office. "I'm surprised you're all so good in class, but when it's my turn, you're all chatting about everything, almost playing cards."

Song Qingshu smiled. Jin Yan rubbed her hips, pretending not to hear. Zhao Yuanhui walked in right after him and adjusted his glasses. "Because you don't feel distant from them, you're more like friends."

He then placed his freshly filled hot water next to Jin Yan. "Drink this."

Jin Yan blew on her teacup and took a sip. "Hey, is Teacher Zhu going to set you up on a blind date, Little Teacher Zhu?" There were

two Teacher Zhus in the school, so everyone called Zhu Chengfei "Little Teacher Zhu." The students followed suit, making Zhu Chengfei feel a bit out of step with his seniority. Song

Qingshu was still the most senior.

Everyone followed He Feng's seniority. Fortunately, with the example of Zhu Chengfei at school, Song Qingshu told them to just call him Teacher Song.

The only disobedient child, Wang Shun, was coerced and cajoled into following suit.

A knock sounded outside, and everyone called out, "Come in."

They thought it was a student, but it turned out to be He Feng.

Zhao Yuanhui, who was sitting outside, called out first, "Young Master."

Song Qingshu immediately turned, blinking and asking, "Brother, why are you here?"

"Nothing at the team today. Are you done with your classes?" He Feng walked straight over, saw that his glass was half full, and drank it in one gulp.

"It's finished."

With a thud, the glass landed on the table. He Feng took Song Qingshu's wrist and looked at the others. "Then I'll take him out."

Without giving anyone a chance to refuse, Song Qingshu was led out. "Brother, where are you going?"

"The cherries in He Lishu's father's old yard are ripe. Let's pick some. How about you, son? If you like them, we can transplant the new saplings down there back home. We'll be able to eat them in a few years."

When the peach blossoms were in bloom, He Feng even took Song Qingshu on a two-circle tour of the village, explaining the differences between pear trees, peach trees, and cherry trees.

The most recognizable one is the stout walnut tree in He Sheng's yard, its yellow blossoms emitting a delicate woody fragrance that, up close, even smells like cold cream.

Previously, Song Qingshu had always assumed walnuts, like peanuts, grew in the ground.

"After picking cherries, let's go to the fields,"

He Feng said as he rode his bicycle. Song Qingshu, holding his waist, asked, bewildered, "What are we doing there?"

"My sunflowers are blooming."

...

The cherry tree was laden with crystal-clear fruit. Not the large, red cherries you buy online in the 21st century, but rather smaller, orange-yellow cherries with a sweet and sour flesh.

The tree was sturdy, its forked trunk not very high. He Feng, holding Song Qingshu, could stand on it and reach the rounder, redder cherries in the distance.

"It's okay to pick more. We can take them all home. It's worth sending some back to He Lishu so that we don't come in vain."

Because the branches have not been trimmed, the branches and leaves of this cherry tree can be regarded as the result of wild growth. Some lush branches extend directly into the yard next door.

Song Qingshu knew his ability and picked around his area. He Feng brought a small basket, and the two of them picked a full basket before leaving.

The air seemed to be filled with the sweet and sour smell of cherries.

"Wow, there are so many cherries this year." Chen Yun was washing clothes in the yard. Seeing the two people wiping their hands and coming over.

"Uncle, I'll wash them for you and take them home to eat. I'll pick more when I want to eat." She said and went to the kitchen to get a watering can.

"No, just take some away. We two can't eat much, so don't let it go bad."

Chen Yun smiled, "Then wait until Erqing'er gets home from school and leave it for him."

Song Qingshu stopped Chen Yun, looking serious, "You have to eat too. Sometimes don't just think about the children."

Chen Yun was stunned, then smiled, "Okay, then you have to let me go to the house to get a ladle to scoop water, uncle, otherwise how can I wash it and eat it."

Seeing that she listened, Song Qingshu let go of her hand, and He Lishu happened to come back from outside.

"Oh, I'm so tired! We just got to the bridge and the chain fell off, and the tire is punctured."

He Feng helped him turn the bike upside down on the ground. "Where are you going?"

"I want to go to the south side of the bridge to buy Erqing a schoolbag. He's getting tougher and tougher, running around all the time, so he needs a durable backpack."

He Lishu said, then went upstairs to get a wooden box and greased the chain. "Uncle, do you know how to peel a tire?"

"Yes." He Feng squatted down and helped him pry open the tire and peel out the inside. Chen Yun filled a basin of water and placed it on the ground, while He Feng slowly worked through the puncture.

Song Qingshu came over to watch, and then he stuffed a carefully selected, bright red cherry into He Feng's mouth.

As the two were leaving, Chen Yun tried to stop them and asked them to stay for lunch, but they both wanted to see the sunflower fields, so they declined.

Without taking more cherries, Chen Yun persuaded Song Qingshu to sit on the back of the bicycle holding a bowl full of small cherries.

He smiled with a cherry in his mouth: "This way I can't hold you, brother." His voice was a little unclear.

"Well, then, sit tight, little one."

Maybe it was because he had been with He Feng for too long, Song Qingshu's mind was easily distracted. He felt hot on his waist, as if He Feng was holding his waist to make him move.

He lowered his head to look at the cherries in his hand, and the words He Feng said when he lay on his chest rang in his ears, "Little one, this is pink, like a small cherry, soft and sweet."

He was finished.

Why was his mind full of that thing?

Suddenly, a head came up to He Feng's back, and Song Qingshu pressed against He Feng's back, ready to let the things in his mind run along the place where the two were in contact and run to harm He Feng.

The car stopped.

Song Qingshu raised his head, He Feng blocking his view. He saw his face flushed slightly. "What's wrong? Are you hot?"

Of course, he couldn't tell the reason. Song Qingshu shook his head, "No, I just lowered my head."

"Then, little one, close your eyes first. I'll take you to the fields. I told you to open your eyes first."

He Feng was becoming increasingly adept at being romantic, Song Qingshu thought, closing his eyes.

The next moment, he was being lifted up by He Feng and walking towards the sunflower field. The weightlessness made him cling to He Feng's neck tightly.

The field wasn't far from the roadside. He Feng gently placed him on the ground, holding him by the waist, pinching Song Qingshu's jaw and kissing his soft lips.

There was also the scent of cherry blossoms.

With their backs to the sun, He Feng spotted the two little ones running in the distance and finally spoke, "Alright, little one, open your eyes."

Song Qingshu opened his eyes. The sun shone behind him. Under the blue sky and white clouds, sunflowers faced him, blooming brilliantly.

The flying birds seemed to pause for a moment at the beautiful sight.

When He Feng planted these flowers, he did not follow the layout of the ridges, but planted them randomly, so now each flower can show a little bit more or less.

They grow towards the sun, look healthy and energetic, and give people a feeling of strong vitality.

He Feng held Song Qingshu's hand, "Don't you want to take a closer look?"

He Feng has been carefully watching these flowers since they sprouted, weeding, watering, and fertilizing. He watched the tiny seeds sprout out of the soil, gradually grow taller and spread branches and leaves, and emerge green buds, until the first bud blooms, revealing tender yellow petals.

Every time He Feng stood in this field, he thought that his son would be very happy to see the flowers.

Now, he really saw it.

The beautiful man stood in the flower field, the sunlight behind him cast a halo, and even his soft hair was shining. Song Qingshu smiled and leaned sideways, tiptoed to hug He Feng.

The small chin rested on He Feng's shoulder, and he suppressed his tears and whispered: "Brother, thank you for loving me."

Xiao Hei and Xiao Hua finally ran over and surrounded the two people who were hugging each other tightly. The barks and meows mixed together, and the two tails hit Song Qingshu's trouser legs, and the other hit He Feng's calves.

He Feng hugged him tightly, "Baby, love is mutual, you get what you deserve."

So he didn't need to thank him, but He Feng should thank him for giving him the support to continue living.

Because of Song Qingshu, his life began to grow towards the sun and bloom brilliantly, just like the sunflowers around him.

After calming down and suppressing his tears, Song Qingshu turned his head to face the flower field.

"Brother, do you know that sunflowers have flower language?"

"I don't know." He Feng had never heard of any flower language. He only knew about yellow croaker.

"I only remembered it as a symbol of positivity and hope before."

"Today I thought of another one."

He turned sideways, facing He Feng, and looked directly into He Feng's dark eyes. "It's about unwavering love. From sunrise to sunset, the sunflower always faces the sun."