brown sugar eggs

The rain in late autumn drenched on the gray tiles, dripping down the arc of the tiles, making a crackling sound.

The ground was smashed into mud by drops of rain.

On the west side of the village, a small bamboo chair was placed in front of a house, on which a young man with long arms and legs napped in an awkward position.

The bare branches of the peach tree couldn't stop the autumn wind. I just watched it pounce on the young man with black hair and long neck, get into the collar of his floral shirt, and blow open the legs of his trousers, sticking to his thin white ankle. .

The wind with the rain was strong, making his half-length hair messy, his clothes shaking, and his thin and thin lines looming, giving him a fragile beauty.

There were two sets of footsteps from far to near. It was the Zhang family's mother and son. They were wearing raincoats and big bamboo hats, and they were going to drain the fields. The dirty rubber boots on their feet stepped on rotten leaves, splashing muddy water.

"It's so annoying, it's raining again! It's never over!" Xiao Zhang chopped the peach tree hard.

The young man in the bamboo chair opened his eyes.

His eyelashes are naturally dense and dark, as if painted with delicate eyeliner, his pupils are deep black, his plump and slightly moist lips are rosy, as if he has drunk blood and painted rouge, his ten fingers in front of him are shining white, and his face is charming Not feminine.

——Like a demon in a painting who came to the world to cause chaos.

The glance across the rain curtain was like a lover's lingering.

Xiao Zhang was dumbfounded.

"Whether it rains or not is not decided by my peach tree. It was kicked by you, how innocent it is." The young man spoke lazily, with an air of seduction.

Xiao Zhang's eyes stared straight, and he kept swallowing, almost losing his soul.

Zhang's mother grabbed her immature son who had not yet differentiated, grabbed the shovel in her hand and shouted at Beta under the eaves: "Liang Baiyu!"

Liang Baiyu sat up, leaning his upper body forward. The autumn rain slanted onto his tender face and wet the brown plaster on his left wrist. its me."

Zhang's mother had a stern face, staring at him like a monster who eats people without spit out bones, and gave him a guarded and disgusted look, and forcibly dragged her useless son away.

Liang Baiyu smiled and nestled back into the bamboo chair.

The bamboo chair was too old to bear his weight easily, so it made a muffled sound and disappeared again.

It's still raining.

At the house diagonally opposite, Aunt Liu, who had been looking at it for some time, spat into the rain: "Fox!"

"Grandma, what is a vixen?" The little grandson was innocent and cute.

"It will be the disaster of being struck by lightning!" Aunt Liu scolded amidst the closing sound of the door.

"Boom—"

A long white line split in the sky, and thunder exploded.

Liang Baiyu raised his eyelids and looked at the wet sky: "You also join in the fun."

A flash of lightning struck, and Liang Baiyu stood up with her mouth curled up, "Can't you hide from me if you can't provoke me?"

"I'm back." He carried the bamboo chair and entered the door.

It was raining all the time, it got dark early, and there was a power outage. The village was wet, no one came out to move around, and candles were lit in every house.

In the past ten years, the village has successively got rid of earth houses, tile houses and earth-based houses, and built bungalows. If the conditions are good, they have built two-story buildings. Only Liang Baiyu's house is still an old house.Both himself and his family seemed to be shielded from the village.

But the reasons for this incompatibility are different.

His family is stuck in the past, not keeping up with the progress of the fellow villagers.

But he himself was just the opposite, he was the one who got rid of the stale smell of the village one step ahead of others, he was unrestrained, and he didn't live in any frame.

A small half of a candle stood on the table, its flame flickering.Liang Baiyu broke open the hard steamed buns, put half of them into a bowl, and poured in some boiling water.

The steamed buns soon became soft and rotten, exuding a faint fragrance of old noodles. He took out a wooden spoon from the chopstick holder, scooped some white sugar and sprinkled it on the steamed buns.

The wooden spoon was old, and there were dark spots on the front that couldn't be washed off. There were a few pieces of sugar stuck to it, which he sucked off bit by bit.

A drop of slightly cool liquid fell on Liang Baiyu's head and penetrated into his hair. When he raised his head, a drop also hit his eyelid.

The roof was wet in a big way.

Liang Baiyu took a basin and put it on the ground to catch the rainwater.

Several rooms in the house are leaking, dripping into the basin, and the basin is limited, and some places have nothing to connect, and it just drips down, and the ground is muddy.

There were also streaks of water seeping on the walls.

"tick" "tick"

It's raining inside and out.

Liang Baiyu looked at the faded and fuzzy "Double Happiness" writing in the porcelain basin, and saw that it was covered by two drops of rain. He was eating rotten sweet steamed buns spoon by spoon, and worried in his heart. If it collapses, it won't last until next spring.

The old house should be repaired.

After eating the steamed buns, Liang Baiyu took out an old watch from his trouser pocket, touched the dial covered with long and short scratches carefully, and barely made out the time.

It was almost eight o'clock, and this secluded and remote village had already yawned invisible and fell asleep.

Liang Baiyu didn't have rubber boots, so he stepped on the light brown leather shoes he wore the day he came home and went out.

She was still wearing a thin floral shirt, with both sleeves rolled up crookedly, and her wrists were thin and white.

There were only sporadic lights in the village, which were still very faint and had no lighting effect. With a black umbrella in one hand and a flashlight in the other, Liang Baiyu walked on the muddy road at a leisurely pace, with his trousers wiping the wet grass on the side of the road. Teng went to the old village chief's house with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

With the idea of ​​repairing the old house, Liang Baiyu wanted to find him as soon as possible.But he has been away from his hometown for too long, and he has not been back for a long time. He is not familiar with the villagers, and he doesn't know which craft is good and the work is reliable.

You have to ask the old village head about this.

Liang Baiyu stood at the door of the old village chief's house, shaking mud, and pulled the rusty copper ring on the door.

The old village chief didn't open the door, and the whole family fell asleep.

but,

Liang Baiyu looked at the wooden window. When he knocked on the door just now, there was still light in the window.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the light went out.

Liang Baiyu wasn't in a bad mood after being turned away. The result of this trip seemed to be predictable for him.

On the way back, one of Liang Baiyu's leather shoes got stuck in the mud and he didn't take it up. He was caught off guard, unable to stand still, and stepped on the dangling foot tremblingly.

"what……"

Liang Baiyu raised his leg and looked at the sock that was soaked in mud and had a piece of broken plastic bag stuck to it.

"It's dirty."

Liang Baiyu was full of disgust. He simply took off his dirty socks and the shoe and sock on his other foot, and went home barefoot.

As soon as the sky cleared, Liang Baiyu did it himself.

Mud buckets, shovels, yellow mud, and broken wheat stalks all appeared in his yard. He sat on the ground and soaked the mud, making it all over his body and face.

The steps and materials are correct, but the mud will fall off as soon as it is applied to the wall, and it cannot be pasted.

It's a matter of proportion, and it won't work after several adjustments.

The wall was not repaired, it started to rain again, the bed was damp and moldy, and Liang Baiyu was sweating intermittently, and he also had a dry cough.

In case of fever later, Liang Baiyu had to go to a small clinic in the village to buy medicine.

When he was about to arrive at the clinic, a gangster from the village stopped him, twirling his waist with a twig in his hand: "Hey, brother Baiyu, who are you trying to hook up with such a flashy dress?"

"Go get some cold medicine." Liang Baiyu covered her mouth and coughed, her eyes were watery, and the tails of her eyes were bright red.

The little gangster stared, and the dark blue collar was around his slender neck, about three fingers wide. It was made of unknown material, like copper but not copper, and looked very heavy.

There are holes in the back of the neck ring, and a long lock is worn. It is simple and weird, but also has a sense of harmony that matches the environment of the entire village.

The little gangster is a very young Omega, he loves to hang around Liang Baiyu during this period of time, and never repeats when he finds fault.

"You're so coquettish when you're sick!" He gritted his teeth and scolded.

"Come on, your brother and I are almost coughing up." Liang Baiyu laughed softly, his throat hurt like tearing, he coughed heavily, his yellow and blue collar was open, and his collarbone was exposed Protruding, very thin, with a physique slimmer than most Omegas, not a Beta at all, and not in line with mediocrity.

But this kind of "not mediocrity" except the appearance given by the parents, other aspects seem to be caused by the later stage, forced to change.

The little bastard stared at him, and put a twig into the hem of his floral shirt: "Do you really want to be an Omega?"

"Yes." Liang Baiyu grabbed the twigs in his clothes, smiled ticklishly, his cough red face was full of longing and envy, "I always dreamed of becoming an Omega, what can I do if I don't become one..." The corner of his mouth Ping Ping, sighed sadly, "Hey, it's all fate."

"Then resign yourself to your fate, stop thinking about those Alphas, at most they are just playing with you, and they won't take it seriously!" The gangster released a lot of pheromone, some of which overflowed from the neck ring.

The sweet and soft cotton candy scent spreads in the air, which is very tempting.

Beta can smell pheromones, and can also be affected by advanced pheromones, causing psychological or physical discomfort.

The little gangster is an advanced pheromone, the only one in the village, but he found that the person in front of him didn't respond, as if he couldn't smell it.

"Cough, I'm going to buy medicine, come back, cough cough, come back and chat." Liang Baiyu coughed and walked across the small bamboo forest towards the clinic.

The little gangster felt that he was being ignored, and he humiliated viciously with a stinky face: "Hmph! So what if you come back from a big city! Isn't it just a lowly Beta!"

The person in front leaned back while walking, pinching his neck with one hand, his fingernails were very pink, his wrist bones were clear and beautiful, he coughed and trembled, and the arcs of the shadows around his feet were so delicate.

— as if flirting with the sun, with anything present.

The little bastard was stunned for a while, then hurriedly chased after him.

Suddenly a tall figure came out of the clinic, carrying a bag of medicine in his hand, wearing a camouflage uniform, with short and neat hair cut, exposing a dark nape of the neck.

Shoulders are broad, back strong, and gait steady.

The back is as silent and mighty as the mountains surrounding the village.

A black earring is worn on the left ear.

It's an Alpha.

Liang Baiyu stopped: "Who is that?"

"Why, you fell in love with it?" The little gangster next to him was annoyed, "I advise you to save yourselves, he is a good-for-nothing, a waste."