Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Song Jingwen was the shopkeeper, and just brought his little boyfriend to discover the charm of the mountain, and completely handed over the tree-cutting to the Song family.

At this time, the two were squatting in front of a bunch of purple fruits, Song Jingwen happily picked one off and stuffed it into his mouth, the sour, sweet and astringent tastes rushed to the tip of his tongue.

Song Jingwen took one off and threw it into Xie Feng's mouth expressionlessly. Xie Feng was so sour that he was so sour that he asked stupidly after eating, "Is this a grape? We all treat it as the seed of this tree. It’s delicious, sweet and sour, and the wine must be delicious!”

Xie Feng was completely unaware of Song Jingwen's prank just now, happily picked a bag full of wild grapes, and ate the sour grapes with his neck curled up.

"Don't you like sweet things? Ah, my little husband is not sweet anymore." Song Jingwen curled his lips pretending to be disappointed, and dug out two vines.

Xie Feng squinted his eyes and smiled, kissed him on the corner of his mouth, and retorted playfully, "Sweet!"

The two didn't stay here for a long time. On the way up the mountain, they saw many unpicked bitter plums and green-skinned wild peaches, which was enough for Song Jingwen.

The sound of "squeaking" water hit the eardrums, Song Jingwen curiously led Xie Feng towards the source of the sound, but when he got closer, the sound of "gurgling" bubbling came out instead.

Song Jingwen saw the whole picture of the so-called pool clearly in the mist, and he stepped forward in surprise, "This is... a hot spring?"

Xie Feng didn't understand what he meant, Song Jingwen often said some weird words, but now he just carefully guarded by his side.

The most insecure situation is when the sight is blocked. The water mist in Xie Feng's eyes seemed to overlap with the smoke in the fire. He hugged his head uncontrollably and stopped, not even noticing that Song Jingwen had gone far.

Song Jingwen stretched out his index finger and gently stirred the ripples in the pool. It was hot, it was indeed a hot spring!

"Little ancestor, come and try the hot natural water. Next time, I can come to take a bath and wash you with fragrance." Song Jingwen held the hot spring water and smelled the faint smell of sulfur.

Xie Feng didn't answer for a long time, Song Jingwen woke up from the novelty of discovering the hot spring, and ran back quickly.

Song Jingwen saw Xie Feng squatting on the ground outside the mist range of the hot spring, and he was relieved immediately, followed by faint anger, what if the two got separated and encountered some danger.

I was worried about his safety, but he squatted on the ground to play.Song Jingwen has always been tolerant towards Xie Feng, but it is not without bottom line, this is the first time he got angry with his little boyfriend.

Song Jingwen frowned, stingily refused to call him little ancestor, and said in a blunt tone, "Didn't I tell you to follow me? What are you doing squatting here? There is gold on the ground?"

From Song Jingwen's perspective, only Xie Feng's bent back neck could be seen, and he stared at Xie Feng's overly protruding spine.

Xie Feng shrugged his shoulders, immersed in his own world, stuck in a corner, and stubbornly isolated himself from the outside world.

"It hurts... I hurt, help me..." Xie Feng murmured with tears in his eyes.

Xie Feng muttered about the pain, Song Jingwen squatted down uncomfortably and pulled Xie Feng's hand holding his head away, keenly noticing that Xie Feng's state was not right.

This is because he was caught, he pinched Xie Feng's chin, and called him word by word, "Xie, Feng. Look at me, it's Jing Wen."

Xie Feng looked at Song Jingwen in bewilderment, with a hint of asking for help in his slack pupils.Song Jingwen's heart trembled, causing a piercing pain, and he called Xie Feng over and over again.

Gently swallowing the tears on Xie Feng's cheeks, Song Jingwen hugged him to the side of the hot spring, sprinkled water on Xie Feng's face.

Xie Feng opened his mouth slightly, and finally exhaled the turbid air in his lungs to wake up, but tears were still dripping from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

Song Jingwen comforted him worriedly, Xie Feng moved his buttocks, sat firmly on Song Jingwen's lap, grinned, and hugged his neck affectionately, "You hugged me."

Xie Feng didn't seem to have any feelings about what happened just now, pursing his lips as if he was embarrassed to wipe away the pimple on Song Jingwen's brow, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Jingwen covered his talking eyes in fear and asked, "I should ask you what's wrong. What were you afraid of just now? You screamed for pain, where does it hurt? Let me see."

The mist of the hot spring and the higher temperature than the surrounding made Xie Feng panic for a moment, mistakenly thinking that he was back to the time when the fire was burning.

Xie Feng's smile froze on his face, he picked his fingers guiltily, and refused to speak.

"Are you really not going to tell me? Don't you believe me? Do you know how worried I am? What will I do if something happens to you?" Song Jingwen let go of his eyes and got up to leave.

Xie Feng couldn't take it anymore, he choked up, let out a feeble and low moan, and grabbed Song Jingwen with shaking hands, "I, I'm afraid."

Still refused to tell myself that the sadness at this moment is more than the pity.Song Jingwen made up his mind and continued to walk forward.

Xie Feng cried and called him, threw his whole body on Song Jingwen's back, wanting to kiss him recklessly.

Song Jingwen turned his head to avoid him, and pulled him off his body with a cold face.

Xie Feng was discouraged, a determined look appeared on his face, and he sat down on the ground with his head down.Without the freshness before, he was like a death row prisoner on the guillotine.

"I'm afraid, a big, big fire burned my body, everywhere. It hurts, and no one came to save me." Xie Feng described the fire in confusion, and he raised his head abruptly, "I died once , so I am afraid that you are also a fake, and no one will come to save me."

This sense of unreality, even when Xie Feng mentioned it, was so powerless and suffocating.

Song Jingwen felt a sharp pain in his chest, and gently stroked Xie Feng's eyes, "I am here, don't be afraid. There is no fire here, only you and me here. I will save you, you have me."

Song Jingwen didn't go into the details of Xie Feng's so-called death once. Modern people have many interpretations of once dead, so he just comforted Xie Feng patiently.

When Xie Feng recovered his breath, Song Jingwen joked, "Kong has a pair of beautiful eyes, why didn't he see that this is a hot spring or not a big fire? It's super comfortable, do you want to go down with me and try it?"

Xie Feng was startled suddenly, snorted, and pushed him with a smile, "I don't want to flirt with you, and we have nothing to do with each other. Wouldn't it be a big loss for you to see my body for nothing? Be careful of me if you play like a hooligan." Husband hit you."

Look, the little boyfriend still holds a grudge.And being able to catch his own jokes, Song Jingwen felt relieved, Xie Feng is fine, and he can try desensitization in the future to slowly overcome his fear.

Xie Feng's happiness and anger come and go quickly.He secretly took a handful of water and poured it on Song Jingwen's neck, the water flowed in along the lines, soaking the skirt of his shirt.

Song Jingwen followed him with half-closed eyes, "Okay, I'll kiss you if I catch you."

The laughter echoed in the valley, shaking up the flying birds.

What you do now, you will have to pay back later!

Song Jingwen led Xie Feng down the mountain contentedly, and the two tacitly chose not to mention the crying just now.

It was only after we got out of the deep mountain that we saw signs of crowd activities. It was strange that several children were also on the mountain.

Song Jingwen saw the delicate Song Xingxing, and patted his little arm in a good mood, "Who did you come with?"

Song Xingxing turned his head, there were really stars in his eyes, he smiled and hugged Song Jingwen's thigh, "Brother~"

Some of his children would sometimes go to the Song family to do some small favors, and Song Jingwen would give them some food when they saw it.Gradually, the relationship with the children became a lot closer.

Xie Feng scratched Song Jingwen's palm, his eyes were still bright red, "Song Yan is also here."

Song Jingwen raised his head, held Xie Feng with one hand, and Song Xingxing's clothes with the other, and walked to see what they were busy with, "Song Yan, I brought your brother here."

Song Xingxing corrected in a childlike voice, "It's not this brother~ it's my brother's younger brother~"

Song Yan rubbed Song Xingxing's fluffy little head, and shouted behind the tree, "Zichen, don't be too busy, Xingxing just ran away."

Song Zichen likes to run around with a few children the most. Where he can't go on the mountain, he asks his brother Song Yan to go with him.With him leading the way, several orphans can also find something to eat on the mountain and go home without having to pick up scattered food crumbs.

"Brother," Song Zichen twisted his waist and came out from behind the tree, his face was rubbed with mud, and he wiped the dirt with his sleeve.

Song Zichen's first impression was that of Yan, with a kind of flattery in his bones.He is also a brother, but he is very different from Xie An's pretentiousness.This person seemed to be born like this, with a style of style, mixed with innocence.

Song Xingxing grabbed Song Zichen's hand, blew upwards, pointed at Song Jingwen and said, "Brother~ this is uncle, he is a good person~"

The corner of Song Jingwen's mouth twitched. How old is he? Rubbing Xie Feng's neck aggrievedly, he said, "I'm not an uncle!"

Song Zichen snickered, still holding a handful of vegetable leaves in his hand.

Xie Feng also laughed, "Uncle~"

Song Xingxing looked at these adults blankly, why are they so stupid?He patted his buttocks, "Uncle, I'm going to find my big brother, eat sweet potatoes~"

Song Yan knelt down and wiped his face for him, and patted his little head with a smile, "Go, ask Ding Feizhou to bake more sweet potatoes, uncle will eat here too."

The few people had a good time, and Song Jingwen was not angry. He stared sharply at the vegetable leaf in Song Zichen's hand, and asked suspiciously, "What kind of vegetable is this? I don't think I've seen it before. It shouldn't be sweet potato leaves."

"I don't know about this either. It tastes a bit sweet. I found it on the mountain." Song Zichen handed it over, "Do you know it?"

The red stems and green leaves are lenticular, reddish brown.Song Jingwen cut off the rhizome and said when he saw the red juice flowing out, "This is a beet, and it's edible. Where's the root? Have you dug it out?"

"No, I just picked the leaves." Song Zichen led Song Jingwen and the others to the beet field, "The leaves are quite delicious, so I dug them from the mountain and planted them on the open ground."

Song Jingwen ordered all the beets with Song Zichen, and taught him how to cultivate them so that he could supply them in large quantities in the future.

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 17, 4.7th year of Yuanlong calendar

Three batches of slaves were bought back and forth. After all, people have to leave a way out for themselves.In case I am involved in the dispute and cannot withdraw, I hope that these people I left behind can protect Xie Feng and escape unscathed.