Spring comes to the desperate place

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Grandpa Song stroked his beard and looked at Gu Fengyun's thoughtful expression. He knew that he must have taken this matter to heart. In fact, he specially reminded Gu Fengyun this time because he hoped that Song Chunlin would look good when she got married in the future. The ancients believed that the eldest son should marry first, and the second son should marry second. Since the eldest brother has not yet started a family, how can the younger brother get married first?

Their family background is already inferior to that of the Marquis' Mansion. If they are criticized on such trivial matters, Song Chunlin will have no peace in the future.

In addition, he knew his grandson well, and he knew that he was not the kind of person who was willing to be trapped in the backyard. If he married into the Marquis's Mansion in the future, and he didn't have an elder sister-in-law, then wouldn't all the affairs of the Marquis's Mansion and the interpersonal relationships in the Sima Mansion fall on Song Chunlin's head?

Wouldn't that tire his grandson to death? Of course, this was not possible. Grandpa Song also hoped that Song Chunlin would be able to support his sisters-in-law in the future and take care of the backyard of the Gu brothers. At least it shouldn't all be on Song Chunlin's shoulders.

Moreover, as an elder, and one who watched Gu Fengyun come back from the gates of hell, Grandpa Song secretly hoped that Gu Fengyun could have someone in his house who was considerate and caring. In this way, the old marquis and his wife would surely be very happy in their netherworld.

As parents, don't they hope to see their children get married, start a career, and have many children? Such a wish was a luxury for Gu Fengyun a few years ago, but now Gu Fengyun's body has been healed with the spiritual spring water. It has been dragging on for so many years and he is still not getting married. I'm afraid others will laugh at Gu Fengyun behind his back.

Gu Fengyun had no idea about Grandpa Song's worries. He didn't have any concubines in his house. He didn't have the energy before, but after he recovered in the past two years, the emperor assigned him many tasks. He was busy with official duties all day long, and was so tired at night that he wanted to sleep on the floor in the Ministry of Justice. He didn't even want to go home, so he had no time to think about this kind of thing.

However, perhaps because he ate too much venison today, Gu Fengyun felt hot all over while lying in the room prepared for him by the Song family at night. For the first time in his life, he had a reaction in his dream.

Early the next morning, Gu Fengyun looked at the quilt that he had soiled and felt like banging his head against a wall to commit suicide.

After breakfast, Song Chunlin looked at the quilt that Gu Fengyun had draped on the horse's back with confusion. Gu Fengyun was not very good at folding quilts, so he could only roll it up into a ball and put it there. As a result, the quilt had such a strange shape, but fortunately all that should be exposed was inside. Song Chunlin just looked at it a few more times out of curiosity and didn't think much about it.

However, others were more embarrassed, especially those who were already married. The brothers Song Dazhuang and Song Dahao smiled at each other and chuckled. Song Chunsheng secretly touched his wife's hand, which startled Zhou Ning so much that she immediately shook it away, with a big blush on her face.

"What are you doing? Everyone is here." Zhou Ning scolded his man in a low voice. The man who had eaten venison last night tossed him to and fro. When he got up in the morning, he felt like his waist was about to break. But this man was as good as ever. Not only did he not look tired at all, he even wanted to do it again so early in the morning. Zhou Ning was so angry that he kicked the man off the bed.

He came so many times last night and got up late, and now he wants to come again this morning? No way!

But he was not the only one who got up late. Almost everyone got up late, except Grandpa Song and Grandma Song. The little ones made a fuss too late last night and got up late as well. They were still yawning during dinner.

Song Chunxiao asked her brother curiously, "Second brother, why did the Marquis brother make the quilt so messy? Doesn't he know how to fold the quilt?"

When asked this question, Gu Fengyun blushed. Looking at Song Dazhuang and Song Dahao's eyes that looked like experienced people, he wished there was a crack in the ground for him to crawl into. So he said goodbye to everyone in a hurry, got on his horse, and fled.

Gu Fengyue was also going to the military camp today, so he and Song Chunlin were traveling together. Perhaps because he had eaten too much venison last night, Gu Fengyue was still a little restless today, especially when Song Chunlin sat on the back seat of the motorcycle and leaned over to hug his waist. Gu Fengyue felt a surge of evil fire in his lower abdomen, spreading from where Song Chunlin was holding him all the way to his lower body.

Song Chunlin was hugging the person well, but suddenly he felt the body in front of him begin to stiffen. He moved his hands out of curiosity and moved down a little. Then he touched something he shouldn't have touched. At first he felt that the thing was soft and hard, and it would jump when he touched it. When he realized what was in his hand, his mind went blank.

"Chunlin..." Gu Fengyue's voice was hoarse. He stopped the car urgently, put his hand on the back of Song Chunlin's hand, and told him not to leave.

When the two of them got on the motorcycle again, Song Chunlin said he didn't want to hold Gu Fengyue's waist anymore no matter what. No matter how Gu Fengyue coaxed him, it was useless. In the end, she could only compromise and let him hold her clothes, and then try to drive slower.

It was already late when the two arrived at the military camp. Song Chunlin walked straight ahead with his head down, not paying any attention to Gu Fengyue behind him. Gu Fengyue walked behind him, feeling helpless and amused. At this time, he already regretted his impulsiveness, otherwise he would not have scared people.

Song Chunlin walked all the way back to his office in the military camp. He didn't spend much time here, and there were very few things in the room, but Song Chunlin stayed in it for the whole morning. It was not until Gu Fengyue came to call him for lunch that he dragged out the door.

Seeing this, Gu Fengyue didn't dare to touch him, so she could only lower her head carefully and look at his face.

"Why, did it scare you?"

Song Chunlin hummed dejectedly, then buried his head even lower. He didn't want to see Gu Fengyue's face now, otherwise he would remember the sticky feeling in his hands at that time.

As a man, Song Chunlin certainly knew that Gu Fengyue's reaction was normal. He just couldn't accept that the other party's prop was his hand, not to mention that his body was still small. Gu Fengyue's behavior was beastly and must be resisted firmly.

The two of them came to the cafeteria one after the other. The chef in the cafeteria saw them from a distance and started shouting, "Young Master Song, General Gu, I have divided the wild boar meat you ordered yesterday. It's hot now, do you need us to help you transport it to the Salesian Bureau?"

Song Chunlin seemed to have just remembered that he left in a hurry yesterday and forgot that he still needed a wild boar from the Charity Bureau. He immediately asked the master to put it in the warehouse for him first, and he would find someone to take it away later.

After receiving the order, the master chef responded and went to do his own thing. He didn't even know when Song Chunlin went to the warehouse to take away the wild boar meat.

Now Song Chunlin had an excuse to leave the military camp, so he quickly ate a few mouthfuls of rice and ran straight to the warehouse. When no one was around, he quickly put the meat into the space, and then slipped away without saying a word.

Gu Fengyue didn't care. He knew that Song Chunlin was rarely shy. He didn't expect that when he was shy, he would actually think of hiding. This was really too cute.

Song Chunlin rushed to the capital alone. Without Gu Fengyue by his side, he suddenly felt a little empty, but when he rubbed his fingers, he suddenly blushed.

"Humph, big pervert, just ignore him for now."

After saying that, he took out his mountain bike and started riding wildly in the woods. The straight-line distance between the military camp and the capital was not far. Song Chunlin took the small path which was much faster than the official road. It only took him an hour to reach the capital. He then turned to the carriage and horse shop to rent an ox cart, put the wild boar meat on the cart in the deserted alley, and then slowly walked towards the Charity Bureau.

Today was not the day that Grandma Song gave a lecture, so the children from the Charity Bureau were practicing on their own. When Song Chunlin walked in, the egg tarts were just coming out of the oven.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

When the children heard the sound, they turned around and screamed excitedly.

"Ahhhh, it's big brother!"

"Big brother, you are finally here!"

"Big brother, I miss you so much, ahhhh"

Song Chunlin was surrounded by this group of children. He was so flustered that he didn't know whose head to touch first. He just kept saying, "Okay, okay, okay, okay, good boy, good boy, all good, all good, come on, line up, one by one."

Song Chunlin turned into a human-shaped doll and was hugged by the little kids one by one. These children all had a milky scent on their bodies, which was left over from the baking of the egg tarts.

The steward Shumo came forward and smiled as he asked the children to get off: "Go back and sit down, don't crowd Young Master Song."

The steward still had some prestige. Upon hearing his words, the children immediately ran to their seats and sat down, but they all stretched their necks and looked towards Song Chunlin.

Song Chunlin pulled at his wrinkled clothes. Well, those little brats had quite strong hands.

The steward uncle didn't know that he had gone to the border during the more than one month he disappeared. He just thought that he had something going on at home and that was why he couldn't come recently.

"Everyone says you have a lot of things to do at home. You should rest more when you have time. You are still young. If you work yourself to death, you won't grow taller."

Song Chunlin felt very relieved when he heard the other party's caring words. He smiled and said, "Hey, thank you for your concern, uncle. Don't worry, no one will be tired, and I won't be tired. By the way, I came here this time to bring you something. Take a look..."

As Song Chunlin opened the lid of the basket, the steward Shumo saw at a glance that it was full of meat and was immediately shocked.

"Oh, so much meat? Young Master Song, you brought so much meat, it's not all for us, right?" After the steward Shumo finished speaking, he also felt a little unbelievable. It's not a festival, why would Song Chunlin send them meat?

Song Chunlin smiled and said, "Uncle, what are you talking about? I've already brought it here, so I can't possibly take it back, right? Keep it. These are all wild boars that were just killed yesterday. I picked a smaller one for you. The meat is less tough and can be eaten even if it's stewed for a longer time."

The steward uncle was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "You're still talking about picking, can you pick the big and small wild boars? It's a big deal for ordinary hunters to hunt one."

Song Chunlin: "Uncle, you are underestimating me. Who am I? I am the archer who protects the country. My arrows never miss a target. A mere wild boar is no problem for me."

The steward uncle was amused by his words and laughed: "Yes, yes, our national archer will never miss a target. I said something wrong. Since the young master hunted it himself, why didn't he leave some for his family to eat?"

Song Chunlin said: "I have kept some. I kept the smallest one. I took many of them to the military camp. You don't know that the animals in the military camp are really good eaters. They can eat eight wild boars in one meal!"

The steward Shumo was shocked when he heard this. Eating eight pigs in one meal was not a rare thing. The most shocking thing was that they could hunt ten wild boars at one time.

But thinking about Song Chunlin's title, which was bestowed by the emperor himself, the importance of the words "protecting the country" can be seen. I think what Song Chunlin said must be right. With his archery skills that never miss a shot, wouldn't it be easy to kill all the wild boars?

So he stopped hesitating and quickly called everyone to carry the pork in to provide a snack for the children tonight.

Seeing the full basket of pork, the children started drooling with greed. Some of them even started ordering dishes. One said he wanted stewed pork elbow, another said he wanted braised pork, and some said the potatoes from last time could also be put in and stewed with the meat. The stewed potatoes tasted even better than the meat.

Listening to the children's laughter, the steward uncle couldn't help but lower his head and wipe away his tears. It was great that the children could not only have enough food to eat now, but they could also have meat from time to time. In the past, this was something they could not even imagine.

When Song Chunlin saw the meat being carried in, he began to ask about the affairs of the Charity Bureau.

"I've been away for quite a while this time. I wonder... Is there any trace of Songsong's sister?"

Speaking of this, the steward Shumo sighed, "Alas, to be honest, sir, I have been going to Jingzhao Prefecture to ask whenever I have time. If I meet Lord Gu on duty, I will also go to the Ministry of Justice to ask, but the answer I got is that the child has not been found. It has been half a year since the child was resold, and now I don't know whether she is alive or dead. If she was sold to a wealthy family, it would be fine. At most, she would be beaten and scolded, but we have money and can redeem her. What I am most afraid of is being sent to... that low-class place. I heard that some dignitaries like children of a few years old the most. If Songsong's sister falls into that kind of place, she would be better off dead than alive."

Song Chunlin remained silent. He looked in the direction of Songsong, among the group of children.

"He's been getting much better recently. He can help out in class now and then, but he'll be dazed sometimes. Fortunately, the kids are very lively and he plays with them, so he won't have any random thoughts."

"Well, does he still ask about his sister?"

"Of course he did, but he asked less frequently now. Maybe he noticed something."