brown sugar eggs

Chen Song carried a water bottle and dry food on his back, a dead pheasant in his left hand, and a flashlight in his right.

Behind is a large area of ​​cool and dense forest.

Fa Cai stood at his feet.

A small domestic dog, doing the work of a hunting dog.

I don't know what's going on in the west, Fa Cai is like a runaway pony, it jumps out after a while, the rampage is quite arrogant, two short legs ran out of the phantom.

"call out--"

A whistle sounded, loud and sharp.

Chen Song spit out the long whistle on his lips, and his voice was calm and full of thickness: "Fat Cai, come back!"

Fa Cai, who ran far away, barked a few times to the west, then turned back to his master.

Only then did it go to the other person.

However, before it could get close, its master's big hand grabbed a piece of fur on the back of its neck and picked it up.

The man bit the flashlight, carrying the pheasant in one hand, and the little black dog in the other. He turned around and walked deep into the woods with his long legs.

The grass and branches behind were trampled, accompanied by a plaintive voice: "I came to look for you in the middle of the night, and my feet are sore..."

"Why don't you look at me and ignore me?" Liang Baiyu pressed against the broad back of the man who had stopped, and blew behind his ear, "I'm going to be sad."

Chen Su's throat tightened and he didn't speak.

Liang Baiyu hooked the whistle lanyard on the back of the man's neck.

Chen Song put the dog down, took the flashlight from his mouth, lowered his head and grabbed the whistle that was pulled in front of him, but remained silent.

But he didn't forcefully pull the lanyard away from the young man's fingers.

Let the other party play around.

tease him.

"I didn't make a sound for a long time, because of the guarantee that your father asked me to sign?" Liang Baiyu said lightly, "Superstition is a big deal, bro Sulfone."

Chen Su was taken aback.

"It's better not to call you that." Liang Baiyu said to himself, "I don't want to be like others, you are a Bodhisattva."

He let go of the lanyard in his hand, walked around to the front, looked up at the man who was much taller than him, and smiled like a cat warmed by the sun in spring, "Bodhisattva."

Chen Suone turned the flashlight as if to divert his attention.

"The night you went down the mountain, I was waiting for you in front of your house..." Chen Song said cautiously, "I thought you..."

"I went to see my parents that night." Liang Baiyu said lightly, the light of the flashlight shone on him, his gaze moved upwards, past the dark tree shadows, and he muttered, " I walked and walked along the river, from morning to afternoon, from afternoon to evening, and kept walking, my legs hurt like hell, and my clothes were all wet, so I walked past you and ignored you, It's not because of the letter of guarantee that I want to break two paragraphs with you."

"Even if I was struck by lightning someday, it would definitely not be because I broke the agreement and talked to you." Liang Baiyu smiled softly at the man who came over, "Okay, let's go, take me home, I I really want to eat brown sugar eggs."

Chen Suone's sleeves were rolled up at the elbow, and Mai Se's forearm was exposed. When the hot and humid touch rubbed against his bulging blood vessels and meridians, he heard the tremor in his chest.

"Ah... By the way, thank you for the chestnuts. I have eaten them. They are quite noodle-like and quite sweet." Liang Baiyu was as excited as a child.

Chen Suone raised the flashlight to shine on his face, but he was afraid that the light might hurt his eyes, so he lowered the flashlight a bit: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing. I've been in a bad mood for the past few days, but it's getting better now." Liang Baiyu touched the branches and leaves that hit him on the head, "Everything is pleasing to the eye."

At this time, there were many lights in the village below the mountain, and Chen Suone could see it from the mountain, so he knew that something must have happened, but he didn't ask Liang Baiyu about it.

His mind was concentrated on the hand that was holding him, and he didn't even notice his own hands and feet.

The two and the dog walked towards the bungalow.

Liang Baiyu picked a few leaves, green, yellow and red, and he loved sticking them on the tip of his nose, smelling the salty and slightly bitter smell.

"Recently, I have to patrol for a long time every day." Chen Song said abruptly, "I can't see my father's side either. I will ask my relatives to help."

It seems to be explaining that I don't have time to go down the mountain and I can't take care of you.

Liang Baiyu didn't look at his feet when he walked, and the grass and vines wrapped around his dirty leather shoes. Before he could fall forward, the trembling grass and vines were kicked away by a foot.

"Has your father's health improved?" Liang Baiyu asked.

Chen Song shook his head.

"I won't go in later, just wait for you outside the door, and don't tell your father that I'm coming." Liang Baiyu sighed, "He helped me, but I backed down in just a few days, it's very unkind .If he knows we're still in touch..."

The following words were interrupted by a dog barking.

Fa Cai became anxious again. It was roaring to the west before, but now it roars in all directions, obviously feeling threatened, but unable to lock on the target.

Liang Baiyu said: "There are people stealing dogs and beating dogs outside, and there are also people in the countryside?"

"No." Chen Suo comforted the puppy, and he stared into the distance with his deep and resolute eyebrows pressed down.

"Then why are you so irritable when you get rich?" Liang Baiyu picked up the puppy, "What's the matter, did someone from other places enter the mountain?"

"Not sure." Chen Suone glanced at the dog that was cuddling up and down in the young man's arms, frowned, and lifted his hand down as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"There's a mark on an old tree," he said.

Liang Baiyu put a few leaves into his trousers pocket: "Trees are very valuable?"

Chen Song: "Yes."

"The person who made the mark will definitely not summon his accomplices easily." Liang Baiyu touched the stubble on the man's chin and pulled at one, flirting with strength and tone, "You must be prepared for a protracted war .”

Chen Suone's black temples were wet, he pushed the young man's hand away with a light hand, kicked the puppy on the ground, and walked forward with a muffled sound.

"How did the pheasant die?" Liang Baiyu walked beside him, looking at the pheasant in his hand, "If you don't know, don't eat it."

"It's okay, pickle and eat."

Liang Baiyu said "Oh" and asked again, "Are there any wild boars in the mountains now?"

"Yes." Chen Suone turned on the flashlight, letting the light shine on the young man's feet.

"I saw it once when I was a child," Liang Baiyu curled his lips in disgust, "I still remember the taste of wild pork, it's so embarrassing, I can't bite it, my teeth are stuffed, my baby teeth are popping out, my mother still laughs at me for being greedy, My dad threw my teeth under the bed..."

The mountain wind and the young man's soft voice could be heard in Chen Suone's ears, and the mountain road under his feet seemed to be different from the one he usually walked on, and it was not rough at all.

Every piece of paper and thorns passing by him is gentle.

Chen Song boiled eggs with brown sugar and took them out, but there was no one at the door.

The youth has long since left.

It took Chen Sulong a long time to move his finger holding the bowl, the pheromone in his body soared instantly, full of sternness, and then rushed away.

"Get rich!" Chen Song almost questioned and scolded.

The little black dog was frightened by the sound and ran out of the den, flicking its tail to look at him with an innocent face.

Chen Suone: "..."

"Why don't you take a good look at him?" Chen Song finished speaking irritably, and caught a glimpse of a small stone on the ground on the left, with leaves under it.

Chen Song took away the small stone, picked up the leaves, and wiped off the dust one by one. He stared at them silently, as if looking through them at someone who had already left.

Don't you really want to eat?

Why don't you eat again...

"It's so late, going up and down the mountain again," Chen Song looked at the dark forest, "Aren't you tired?"

"Don't fall."

Chen Song let out a deep breath, then looked away, and sat down to eat warm brown sugar eggs.

After eating the eggs, his lips pressed against the wet mouth of the bowl, which tilted inward.

The ginger-flavored brown sugar water trickled into his mouth and slowly slid down his throat. In front of him was the young man sitting at the mouth of the pot with a bowl in his hands.

This brown sugar egg must have been made for him by his family.

The taste of home.

Chen Song went back with the empty bowl and the leaves, and he put the leaves in the drawer next to the string of dried potato vine bracelets.

After looking at those two things for a while, Chen Song closed the drawer, took out the harmonica that he hadn't touched for a long time, wiped it, and brought it to his mouth.

In the dead of night, the current keeper of the mountain was wearing a camouflage uniform, sitting cross-legged on the manhole cover, playing a light tune.

Who would have thought that a person with a rough and resolute appearance is a literary and artistic element in his heart.

Chen Fugui in the next room woke up. He couldn't hear "Through the Moon Full of Flowers" played by his son, but felt that it was not a cheerful song.

The room was pitch black, Chen Fugui turned over, the bed creaked, thinking that his son still wanted to go to the front line, and he must be unwilling to retire to be a forest ranger.

Chen Fugui couldn't sleep well. Yesterday, relatives said that the Yang family was going to marry their daughter to the boy from the Zhao family.

Leaving aside the child's attitude, the two families are very satisfied and are already discussing the dowry. The possibility of this matter is not small.

The daughter of the Yang family is the most educated intellectual in the village. If she marries into another family, what will happen to his son...

The more Chen Fugui thought about it, the more worried he became, and there was nothing he could do, he couldn't get down the mountain, so he could only hope that the daughter of the Yang family would come to see him, then he would be able to handle it.

People worry about and be worried all their lives. When they were young, their parents worried about them. When they grow up, they worry about themselves and the people around them. When they grow up, they worry about their children.

When will I stop worrying, I have to go to the coffin.

Several families didn't sleep much that night.

Liang Baiyu is not included.He went back to bed and fell asleep, and was still dreaming at dawn.

Liang Baiyu didn't get up from the bed until the sun was drying his butt. As usual, he went to open the courtyard door without brushing his teeth or washing his face when he woke up.

The fallen leaves and dust outside ran towards his yard.

Liang Baiyu ate breakfast and lunch together. He cooked some taro porridge casually, carried the bamboo chair to the door, and sat there to eat taro.

Anyone who passes by his door can be taken into his eyes.

A villager took a cow to the field, and when he passed Liang Baiyu's gate, he pulled a large pile of cow dung.

"Brother Zhang, you don't have to worry about it, just take yours. When the cow dung dries up, I'll shovel it for you. It's fertilizer, I know." Liang Baiyu said with a smile.

Zhang's father was unshaven and his eyes were blue. He seemed not to have heard Liang Baiyu's words, so he drove the cattle away.

After Liang Baiyu finished eating a bowl of porridge, he leaned back on the bamboo chair, combed his long hair lazily with both hands, and squinted his eyes to blow the air.

At the same time, a group of children stood on the ridge of the field and jumped down, over and over again, never tired of it.

The aunts by the pond were scrubbing and washing their clothes, and their chatter was mixed with the crisp sound of "slapping" mallets.

"Have you heard that someone split up in advance?"

"Who?"