Su Yu coaxed Fusang for three days before he relented and ceased fussing about returning to the fox cave with his small cloth bundle.
The technique of coaxing was particularly unusual. Ultimately, the candied haws worked, and Su Yu gongzi no longer needed to sleep miserable in the woodshed by his lonesome.
Su Yu decided to make candied haws for Fusang after noticing how much he liked them.
Fusang was overjoyed when he heard this and promptly kissed Su Yu on the cheek.
Su Yu handed Fusang a small bamboo basket full of hawthorns and told him to wash them while he prepared the sugar syrup in a pot.
Each cleaned hawthorn was small and juicy, with a few crystal water droplets on the red and bright skin, making them appealing.
When Fusang saw them, he swallowed his saliva and secretly took one up and threw it into his mouth, biting down impatiently.
– Sss! So sour! The little fox’s entire face wrinkled because of the sourness, and he hurriedly spit out the round hawthorn he had just eaten on the sly.
Su Yu, who heard the movement and glanced over, found him in this position and couldn’t help but laugh, “Little greedy cat…”
Fusang was extremely aggrieved, and he waved his hand angrily: “This is not tasty! It’s not like the ones I’ve had before. I don’t want it!”
Su Yu patiently coaxed: “It’ll be delicious when I make the syrup and wrap it in sugar coating.”
“Really?” Fusang blinked skeptically.
“Yeah.” Su Yu smiled and nodded.
He continued to stir the sugar water with his hand until it began to bubble, and when the sugar syrup thickened, he twirled a skewer of haws inside it, the sugar coating like a layer of sparkling glass.
Fusang’s eyes shone brightly as he reached for it.
His withdrawn hand, however, was empty.
“I want to eat it!” said the gluttonous little fox while pouting and staring at the candied haws skewer put on the side cutting board.
Su Yu comforted him as he shook his head helplessly: “You can’t eat it yet, SangSang. Wait a while; the candy will be delicious once it has dried.”
Fusang reluctantly compromised.
After a busy day, the candied haws were finally ready.
Su Yu formed a straw bundle and molded it into a straw block before inserting all of the candied haws skewers onto the straw block.
The straw block filled with vivid crimson candied haws appeared both bright and attractive from a distance.
A greedy little fox sat next to the straw block, a clump in one hand, happily munching.
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Fusang ate cheerfully and contentedly, convinced that Su Yu had not lied to him. His candied haws were even nicer than those sold outside.
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The bamboo spirit laughed and chastised him once again.
He sighed as Fusang walked away.
Winter arrived early this year, and it snowed almost immediately.
The snowfall transformed the deep-green mountains into a huge expanse of pure white, resembling an earthly fairyland.
The house had a charcoal fire going, and the whole place was warm. Fusang lay in Su Yu’s arms, listening to him read.
The man sitting up had his hair down, his posture was more relaxed than usual, but his eyes were still full of affection. His slender fingers caressed the cheek of the person in his arms from time to time, and the words that fell from his thin lips were gentle and clear: “You're a rock, I'm pampas grass. The pampas grass is as tough as silk, and the rock does not move.”
“This is a poem about love. It’s about a pair of lovers’ pledge to each other…” Su Yu told Fusang the story of the poem in a warm voice.
Fusang curled up in his arms, his eyes half-closed, his cheeks flushed from the heat of the room, like a lazy cat.
“You’re a rock…” He learned to read word by word.
Su Yu stroked the tip of his nose with satisfaction and exclaimed, “You learnt quickly today.”
“I want to sleep after learning.” Fusang yawned and rubbed against his bosom, looking for a comfortable place to sleep.
“SangSang, close your eyes first.” Su Yu put the scroll aside and laughed mysteriously.
Fusang didn’t know what he intended, but still closed his eyes obediently.
He felt a warm touch on his neck and opened his eyes to see a small piece of red dangling in front of him.
It was a jade pendant of a circular piece of blood jade, finely carved with a playful little fox, attractive and charming, as if it was his likeness.
Fusang stared blankly, and then realized that Su Yu had been keeping a secret thing from him for quite some time.
Come to think of it, this must be it.
“How is it? Do you dislike it?” Su Yu inquired warmly, seeing him clutching the jade pendant in a stupor.
“I like it very much,” Fusang said with a shake of his head and his eyes a bit teary.
Su Yu lovingly enveloped the individual in his arms and quietly whispered, “I’m pleased you like it.”
Winter came and went quickly, and as the spring breeze blew, the bare branches all over the mountains produced fresh green sprouts once more. It was a vibrant scene.
The two peach blossom saplings by their front entrance had also grown significantly taller, and several buds had developed.
Fusang was thrilled and carefully guarded the flower buds, fearing that the strong wind would blow them away.
Seeing that he liked them so much, Su Yu led him to town, stating he would buy a few osmanthus saplings to plant.
They wandered around the market for a long time without finding any osmanthus saplings. They did, however, run across an old friend.
When Fusang first saw him, he merely sensed a vague familiarity with him. He suddenly remembered, after a long period of thought, that this gentleman was Wang gongzi, the bridegroom whose wedding banquet he’d attended with Su Yu last year.
Seeing that he was talking attentively with Su Yu, Fusang’s gaze shifted slightly to the person beside him.
A young married woman stood next to Wang gongzi. The woman appeared sweet, with almond eyes and peach cheeks, and she was really pretty.
It was just that under her simple yet elegant dress, her lower abdomen was bulging high.
Fusang’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t stop staring at her.
Fusang’s interested eyes looked to be overly fervent, and even the Wang gongzi next to her noticed it.
“What is this little gongzi looking at?” he laughed.
Su Yu heard the words and looked around.
Fusang curiously inquired, pointing to the woman’s stomach, “Why is her stomach swollen? Because she ate a lot?”
His upturned fox eyes and tilted head made him look like a curious baby. The three people around him laughed.
“It’s not because I ate too much, little gongzi. It’s because I’m pregnant with a baby in my belly, thus my belly will naturally become larger.” The young lady covered her mouth, her voice as clear as a bell.
Fusang was young and had rarely descended the mountain. He knew very little about things, about how humans gave birth to children, for example. “How is a baby conceived?” he inquired.
This inquiry caused the woman to flush, and she grabbed at the sleeve of her husband, who was standing next to her, in embarrassment and anger.
Su Yu smiled helplessly and was ready to step forward to take him away when Wang gongzi on the side spoke.
“It’s not easy to become pregnant. Once you marry, you will naturally be able to conceive.” Wang gongzi hugged his beautiful wife, his smile radiant with happiness, “My wife and I married last year, but we didn’t have happy news until January. Brother Su, you are about the same age as me and must marry soon as well. Your younger brother is suggesting that you give him a little nephew as soon as possible!”
Fusang’s little brow furrowed, and he subconsciously wanted to retort: Huh? But we are also married! Why aren’t we having a child?
Su Yu hurriedly dragged him away before he could voice his doubts.
Fusang was still thinking hard after returning home.
Su Yu was taken aback when he saw that a certain someone who had never been able to sit still was uncharacteristically sitting upright in front of the window today, his hand on his cheek, and his expression thoughtful.
“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly.
Fusang frowned and inquired in a muffled voice, “How can Wang gongzi and his wife have a child so soon after they married? We’ve also been married for a long time, so why don’t we have a child?”
After speaking, he hung his head and sighed to himself, “How to conceive a baby?”
Su Yu was stunned for a second when he saw his appearance, and then a peculiar brilliance rushed out of his dark eyes.
“Does SangSang wish to give birth to my child?” he asked with slightly curved lips.
“I can have a baby?” Fusang mumbled as he licked his lips.
“I’m only a fox. It appears that foxes can only have baby foxes? Is it possible to have a human child?” The more Fusang considered it, the more plausible it seemed. It’s no surprise they couldn’t have a child! It was due to the fact that he was a fox! Even if he did give birth, it would only be to a kit.
“I… I can only give birth to a fox for you,” Fusang grumbled.
Su Yu just looked at him tenderly, a soft smile on his lips. He considered coaxing him, but couldn’t help but want to tease him.
“No matter what SangSang gives birth to for me, I’m quite happy.” He remarked quietly as he walked up to the bed curtains, picking up the little fox in a princess carry.
“However, it will be difficult to have a child.” While pulling down the curtain beside the bed, Su Yu explained gently in Fusang’s doubting eyes.
When Fusang saw that the bed curtains had been drawn, he knew what was going to happen next, and a red glow spread across his face.
The little fox, who hadn’t realized he’d gotten on a pirate ship, lay on the quilt with a bitter look and skillfully took the pillow next to him and tucked it under his waist, ready to “work hard.”
The weight that was abruptly pressed on him obstructed his entire body as soon as he lay down.
The heated breaths scratched his ears and made his heart numb.
Fusang tightened his grip on the small cushion, savoring the man’s long, scorching kiss.
Su Yu’s kind and clear eyes would only lose clarity at this moment, as if coated in fog, and even the corners of his eyes were colored bright red.
His body moved violently, his breathing became harsher and heavier, and his lips and teeth bit into Fusang’s earlobe cartilage.
“SangSang…call me…” his raspy voice urged seductively.
Fusang, who had been tormented by him for so long that his eyes were clouded, bit his lip and refused to cooperate. He had no idea Su Yu would suddenly grip his waist and thrust hard.
He screamed in a low voice, aroused, and crystal tears poured from his eyes in an instant, producing a lovely flower on the pillow cover.
Feeling wronged, the little fox finally opened his mouth to beg for forgiveness: “Husband…”
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‘Husband…”
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