Chapter 72 Happy New Year Lin Qingan took it from...
Lin Qing'an yanked it off the Baifu display and vigorously rubbed its dark head. Then he took out two purses from Chen Gengnian's bag and hung them around its neck. The purses were a bit heavy, making A Meng's head droop a little.
Lin Qing'an mimicked A Meng's tone, saying, "Oh~ some eagles take double portions, now they have nothing to say, right~"
A-Meng shook his aching neck, flapped his wings, and flew back to Bai-Fu's back. He placed the heavy money bag on Bai-Fu's back and asked, "Do you want this as your New Year's money?"
Baifu: Woof~ Woof woof~
A-Meng raised an eyebrow: Well, it said no.
Then it wrapped the money bag up with its two wings, concealing it completely inside its bosom until not a single piece of fabric could be seen.
Ah Meng and Lin Qing'an went back to their old bickering routine, making everyone laugh uncontrollably.
Chen Yuetao had promised to stay up all night on New Year's Eve, but she couldn't stay awake any longer and went to sleep first.
After Chen Yuetao fell asleep, Lin Qing'an couldn't hold on any longer. Chen Gengnian carried her back to the house, and before leaving, he told Lin Yanfeng and Abao to get some rest.
Ah Bao's eyelids were drooping, but he kept saying it was nothing, nothing.
Chen Gengnian knew he wanted to stay with Lin Yanfeng, so he didn't try to persuade him further. He only reminded them to cover Baifu and Ameng, who were by the stove, with blankets.
Lin Qing'an suddenly felt a dry mouth and throat while he was sleeping, and it felt like ants were crawling on his body.
In his hazy state, the sensations all over his body became increasingly real until something pricked his lower abdomen. Before he could think about it, a surge of hot heat enveloped him. He suddenly opened his eyes. He couldn't see anything in the pitch-black room, but the heavy breathing and the pressure from the mouth made his scalp tingle with pleasure.
"Brother Nian..."
Lin Qing'an's voice was like a whisper, so soft that only the two of them could hear it.
Chen Gengnian continued talking, pulling Lin Qingan's hand and holding his fingers together, gently kneading Lin Qingan's hands to comfort him.
Lin Qing'an didn't move again, but twisted her body uncomfortably to accommodate him.
He had never experienced such stimulation before, and soon succumbed to Chen Gengnian's gentle advances.
Chen Gengnian got up, wiped his mouth, and chuckled as he looked at Lin Qingan in the darkness.
Lin Qingan was a little embarrassed. He patted the chest of the person in front of him weakly and scolded in a soft voice, "Brother Nian, you've really gone astray!"
Chen Gengnian chuckled, his voice hoarse, "Not at all, it's all thanks to your excellent teaching, my husband!"
It was cold on New Year's Eve, and it felt like the wind was blowing outside, but every room in the Chen family's house had a brazier, so it didn't feel cold at all.
On the contrary, some people were very hot, and one of them, sweating profusely, handed a bowl of spiritual spring water to Chen Gengnian. Chen Gengnian rinsed his mouth and swallowed it with a gulp.
"You..." Lin Qing'an was so angry that her face turned red, but she couldn't say a word.
The person who put down the bowl suddenly lunged forward, doing a push-up to lighten their weight, and gently touched Lin Qing'an's nose with theirs, saying softly, "Husband, Happy New Year!"
Lin Qing'an's smile was quite beautiful, but unfortunately it was nighttime and Chen Gengnian couldn't see it, otherwise he would have gone even crazier.
He took the initiative to peck Chen Gengnian's hot lips and replied, "Happy New Year, my husband."
The intense kisses were breathless, but also pleasurable.
Inside the house, the two were indulging in their love, while in the main room, Lin Yanfeng and Abao carefully closed the courtyard gate and headed into the village, carrying a food box and a lantern.
"Ah Meng, you really don't need to come with us."
In the quiet night, Lin Yanfeng's voice sounded somewhat desolate.
He held Abao's hand tightly and carefully stepped on the road, the lantern held high, illuminating Ameng's dark and shiny fur.
It flew in mid-air, a little ahead of Lin Yanfeng and the others, like a silent pathfinder.
Just when Lin Yanfeng thought it wouldn't answer anymore, A Meng's deliberately mature voice came from the front.
"Watch where you're going, and don't bump into anything. Wishing you a safe, peaceful, happy, and healthy new year."
Lin Yanfeng's throat tightened, and he couldn't speak, only managing a soft "hmm" through his nose as a reply.
Not long after we left, a light drizzle began to fall. The winter rain felt like ice daggers, and it stung terribly when it hit my face.
Lin Yanfeng adjusted A Bao's outer robe, then reached out and hugged him. Seeing A Meng getting soaked in the rain, he quickly called out to him to come inside the robe, but A Meng only said that he was fine and continued on his way.
The two men and the eagle walked from the back of the village to the front. The village dogs barked lazily a few times upon hearing the commotion, as if to fulfill their duty.
A pile of ruins stood out in the village. Lin Yanfeng placed the cold food from the food box on the ground. A Meng brought a handful of dry grass from somewhere and placed it in front of him. Lin Yanfeng knelt on it and poured wine.
Abao also knelt down beside him, obediently helping Lin Yanfeng hold the wine bowl.
Lin Yanfeng kowtowed three times, picked up the wine bowl and poured the wine on the ground, speaking in a trembling voice.
"Brother... Happy New Year..."
Seeing the small, thin body begin to tremble uncontrollably, Ah Meng couldn't bear to look any longer and turned to gaze into the vast night.
Abao clutched at the corner of Lin Yanfeng's clothes, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
Lin Yanfeng let his tears slide down his nose and fall into his mouth, his heart filled with endless longing and helplessness.
Tomorrow he's going to pay respects to his parents. How should he bring it up with them? How should he ask them if they've seen his brother...?
He couldn't bring himself to ask. Perhaps his brother was living a good life in another world...
After convincing himself, Lin Yanfeng wiped away his tears, composed himself, and whispered, "Brother, I hope you're happy over there. Don't worry about me, I'm very happy."
Waaaaahh ...
Lin Yanfeng had barely finished speaking, and before he had even wiped away all his tears, he let out a roar of sobs.
The sudden crying startled A-Meng, who quickly turned around to look and saw A-Bao wailing loudly with his mouth wide open, completely disregarding his image.
Lin Yanfeng immediately forgot his own sadness, cupped Abao's face in his hands, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you too cold?"
As he spoke, he covered A Bao with his robes, almost embedding A Bao's body in his arms.
Waaaaah—
Ah Bao shook his head vigorously, unable to say a word, and his crying only grew louder.
Lin Yanfeng felt extremely distressed and held his face in her hands, wiping away his tears repeatedly, but the tears were like a river that had burst its banks, and she couldn't wipe them away no matter what she did.
After a moment, Abao raised her head, pointed to Lin Yanfeng's chest, and sobbed, "You... here... waah... does it hurt a lot..."
He paused several times before finishing his short sentence. Lin Yanfeng felt as if he had been struck by a thousand-pound sledgehammer, and for a moment he forgot to breathe.
It turns out, he was feeling sorry for himself...
To prevent Abao from continuing to worry, Lin Yanfeng tried hard to control his tears, and it took him a long time to force a smile to comfort him.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Abao's eyes were red and swollen, and tears were falling in a steady stream, which was heartbreaking to see.
Lin Yanfeng had no choice but to pull the person into his arms and let the tears soak his robes.
The biting wind and drizzling rain continued relentlessly. The person in his arms finally cried until they were exhausted, and Lin Yanfeng was able to free his hands to pick up the boxes on the ground. Just as he finished picking up the boxes, A Meng snatched them away. Lin Yanfeng picked the person up, holding her with one arm and using the other to grab a lantern to light the way back.
Ah Bao clung to him like a sloth, letting his brother Yan carry him for a long time.
In just one year, Lin Yanfeng grew much taller, as did Abao.
Although the two were young, they were highly respected in the school, and no one would look down on them for their words or actions.
Yet, this same person always acted like a child in front of Lin Yanfeng.
Lin Yanfeng carried Abao for a long time before realizing that he was tiring himself out. He struggled to get down, but since they were on a small path in front of their house, Lin Yanfeng didn't listen to him and continued walking forward with Abao in his arms.
"Brother Yan, you won't secretly laugh at me, will you?" Abao suddenly asked.
It took Lin Yanfeng two seconds to realize what he meant, and he chuckled softly, "You said it was secretly, so just laugh. You don't know anyway."
"No!" Abao grabbed Lin Yanfeng's ear and commanded, "Don't you dare laugh secretly!"
Lin Yanfeng let him pull her without resisting, and responded in a soft, indulgent voice.
"Okay, okay, I won't laugh. I won't laugh at you then."
Abao's ear was pressed against Lin Yanfeng's chest. It trembled slightly as he spoke, and his ear felt a little itchy, so he rubbed it against his chest. Feeling that the person in his arms was not stable, Lin Yanfeng simply used his chin to press against the top of the soft hair to control him.
When Ah Meng occasionally looked back, he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. He also unconsciously thought of his dim-witted junior brother, who would never pamper it like that; he would only deliberately smother it to death.
Achoo!
Lin Qingan sneezed, and Chen Gengnian quickly pulled him into a tight embrace, asking, "What's wrong? Are you cold?"
Lin Qingan shook his head, "No, my nose is just a little itchy."
Chen Gengnian nestled against his smooth neck and whispered, "Is it only your nose that's itchy?"
The roughness of his palms left a raw, abrasive feeling, leaving red marks wherever he touched them, causing Lin Qing'an both itching and pain.
As soon as Lin Yanfeng and the others entered the courtyard, they heard several loud shouts. A Meng urged the two of them to hurry inside.
Lin Yanfeng's ears instantly turned red and hot, while the innocent Abao suddenly asked nervously, "Oh no, Brother Yan, it seems like Brother-in-law beat you up!"
He was about to step forward to save the person, but before he could take a step, Lin Yanfeng pulled him back and dragged him back to the room.
"Brother Yan, what are you doing! Aren't we really going to go check on him? What if Brother really got beaten up by Brother-in-law... um..."
Before A Bao could finish saying the last word, Lin Yanfeng covered his mouth and forcefully pushed him back onto the bed, saying somewhat flusteredly, "Go to sleep quickly, brother-in-law won't hit you."
Lin Yanfeng busily took off Abao's shoes. Just as Abao was about to say something, Lin Yanfeng took off his shoes and boots, stood up, pounced on Abao, and pushed him into the quilt. He quickly covered him with the quilt and commanded, "Sleep!"
Ah Bao felt extremely wronged, but dared not disobey his brother Yan's orders. He could only lie in Lin Yanfeng's arms, sobbing angrily.
Lin Yanfeng felt a mix of amusement and helplessness. Finally, he sighed in resignation, turned to A Bao, and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry about them, brothers..."
"ah!"
Abao suddenly straightened up, his whole body transforming into a cooked shrimp in the darkness.
Lin Yanfeng's long sigh echoed again in the darkness.
He really didn't want his innocent little Bao to know about adult matters, but Bao insisted on doing so, so you really can't blame him!
After an unknown amount of time, Abao whispered, "Go to sleep."
Listening to the even breathing of the person next to him, Lin Yanfeng still couldn't fall asleep.
His mind was a jumbled mess, and he didn't know exactly what he was thinking until Abao blinked and turned to snuggle into his arms. He didn't know what she was dreaming about, but the person in his arms wasn't sleeping very soundly.
Lin Yanfeng gently patted his back, the force was light and rhythmic.
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