Zheng Dehui’s medical skills have nothing to say. Under his meticulous care for nearly two months, among the five patients on the bullpen, except for the severely ill old man Zhao Chengyu and a Mr. Liu, the other three have also That's great.

During the intermittent contact over the past few months, Song Fengchen also has a general understanding of the identities of these people.

Needless to say, Zheng Dehui comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. He is not conservative in his thoughts. When he was young, he studied abroad, so he would also order simple Western medicine.

As for the two elders, Xu Junmin and Zhao Chengyu, both came from high-ranking government officials. Before the accident, one was the Minister of Civil Affairs and the other was the Minister of Culture.

Among the remaining three people, Mr. Liu, who was seriously ill, was the last public student sent by the late Qing government to Citi, and he was the director of the Geological Survey Institute for more than ten years.

An old Mr. Wei was the chief writer of Ta Kung Pao when he was young. He was pursued and killed by the authorities for several years because his words and deeds were too fierce.

An old Mr. Guo, whose ancestors was a squire in the wealthy side, has studied in Western countries for nearly six years, and he knows the principle of rejuvenating the country through industry. After returning to China, seven or eight factories were founded one after another. Now the famous Hushi Torch Factory was his home.

When Song Fengchen arrived, Zheng Dehui was leading a few old gentlemen to weave plaques on the open space in front of the house. The plaques made up can be exchanged with the villagers for food or other simple daily necessities.

The plaque is mainly used to bake mushrooms, dried bamboo shoots, and pickles. In the rainy season, it is time for mushrooms and bamboo shoots to emerge. Because the sun can't rain under the light that can be seen all day long, and the mushrooms can only be dried by charcoal fire, so every household in the village needs a plaque.

This is an important source of income for Zheng Dehui and the others in previous years.

"Mr. Xu, Mr. Zheng..." Song Fengchen walked over and said hello one by one, but the light from the corner of his eye fell directly on Xu Shujian.

Xu Shujian curled up her fingers, looked away uncomfortably, her lips slightly bent.

Xu Junmin and the others happily responded, Zheng Dehui put down the plaque that was almost finished in his hand, "Little Brother Song, is this coming back from Yangshi?"

"Yeah." Song Fengchen nodded, and then passed the paper bag in his hand, just saying: "This is a thank you gift from the master's family. It's a lot of money. Bring some old gentlemen to replenish their bodies."

Zheng Dehui has long been accustomed to Song Fengchen sending things over every other day. He took the paper bag and opened it: "Cordyceps?"

Look at this weight, it has to be a small catty.

Zheng Dehui said immediately: "It just so happened that Sister Chen sent an old duck over yesterday. I will slaughter it and stew it with Cordyceps later. If Song Xiaoge is not busy, let's eat here at night."

"Hey." Song Fengchen naturally agreed.

He looked at the pile of plaques that had been compiled on the ground, and said: "Mr. Zheng, you can leave me some of these plaques."

"Okay." Zheng Dehui asked: "Are you going to the mountain again?"

Song Fengchen nodded: "Anyway, nothing happened lately. I'm idle and I'm idle. I just went to the mountains to get some wild mushrooms back."

The taste of mushroom hot pot is still very good.

"That's OK." Zheng Dehui looked very happy. After eating and drinking for so long, he was finally able to help Song Fengchen. He said hurriedly: "If you have picked mushrooms, you can send them here and we will dry them for you."

"Yes." Song Fengchen nodded in response.

Speaking of this, Zheng Dehui looked up at the sky, got up, and went to prepare food.

Song Fengchen rubbed his fingers, "I'm going to chop wood."

As he said, he raised his foot and walked behind the house while winking at Xu Shujian.

Xu Shujian's eyes flickered, and he glanced at Xu Junmin quietly, calmly.

The firewood on this side of the cowshed was bought with the help of the Chen family. Because of the lack of time, most of them were bucket-thick wooden stakes. After being left for more than a month, they were almost air-dried.

Song Fengchen rolled up his sleeves, unbuttoned the top three buttons of his clothes, flicked out an axe, and started to chop wood.

The creaking sound rang for nearly half an hour, and Xu Shujian finally couldn't sit still. He was anxious and said specifically, "I'm going to send Song Fengchen water."

There was a gust of hot wind blowing in the yard, and everyone was immersed in the work at hand. Only Xu Junmin responded without raising his head: "Well, go."

Xu Shujian breathed a sigh of relief, and the feeling of meeting the lover of the elders in the family on his back was right.

A little shame!

Xu Shu straightened his spine.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from behind him, Song Fengchen threw away the axe in his hand, suddenly turned around, put his arm around the waist of the visitor, and brought him into his arms.

It happened so suddenly, Xu Shujian was stunned for a moment, the corner of his eyes fell on Xu Junmin and others not far away, his throat tightened, and he stretched out his hand to push Song Fengchen away: "I, you..."

Before he could speak, Song Fengchen stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, pushed and hugged the person against the corner of the wall, completely isolating Xu Junmin and several people.

Song Fengchen retracted his gaze and met Xu Shujian's black and bright eyes, which was full of shame.

Song Fengchen curled his lips while his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and his voice was hoarse and magnetic: "I miss you."

As he said, he slowly released the hand covering Xu Shujian's mouth.

Xu Shujian clearly felt that his heartbeat was accelerating, and his eyes fell on Song Fengchen's chin, but the light from the corner of his eyes moved down his neck.

Sweat drenched his coat, strong and full, the square chest muscles with obvious lines were perfectly mapped out, and further down were the lumpy abdominal muscles hidden in the clothes.

Male dog waist with wide shoulders and narrow hips.

A strong male hormonal breath came to his face.

Xu Shujian has never seen such a scene. He dodges his eyes, becoming more and more cramped, and his tone is very like begging for mercy: "Let go..."

"Huh?" Song Fengchen snorted, unmoved, just stared at him, and repeated: "I miss you."

There was a flash of inspiration for a moment, Xu Shujian reacted, his face rose with a thin red, his lips opened and closed, he coughed softly, and said softly: "I miss you too."

Song Fengchen received a response, and his eyes flashed with a bright light, and he smiled, making him feel particularly happy.

Feeling the love radiating from Song Fengchen's body, Xu Shujian's heart warmed into a stream of spring water.

The heartbeat accelerated for a moment, Xu Shujian slowly moved up, breathing interlaced, and kissed Song Fengchen's frozen smile and diminished pupils on the corner of his mouth.

Touch and leave—

Song Fengchen's heart was beating like thunder, there was a starlight in his eyes, and his throat was dry: "You..."

Seeing that Song Fengchen, who was still ‘aggressive’ just now, looked absent, Xu Shujian suddenly stopped panicking.

That's the case for foreigners and middlemen.

He kind of likes it.

Xu Shujian became bold and said, "You are not allowed to do anything to me in the future."

Song Fengchen nodded stupidly, as if thinking of something, then shook his head: "You don't like it?"

Xu Shujian opened her mouth, her momentum suddenly weakened, and said, "If someone else sees..."

Song Fengchen's eyes flickered, and finally recovered from the huge surprise, he grinned: "Then don't let people see it."

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the other side.

A urge to urinate came to his heart, Xu Junmin put down his work, got up and planned to go to the hut.

I was thinking about why Xu Shujian hadn't come back after so long. When I turned a corner, I saw two figures on the ground that were about to overlap.

He looked up.

Song Fengchen pressed his grandson against the wall?

He gasped and rubbed his eyes.

Song Fengchen pressed his grandson against the wall? !

He did not believe in evil, took two steps back, and walked back again.

Song Fengchen pressed his grandson against the wall!

small! rabbit! Cub! son!