brown sugar eggs

That person has gone away.

Liang Baiyu sighed: "There are such good-looking wastes in this world, it really opened my eyes."

"It's just a figure." The little gangster taunted, "He doesn't deserve to be an Alpha at all, he is simply a shame for his kind."

Liang Baiyu coughed a few times and cast a puzzled look.

"I don't have to say it." The little gangster said "bah", "When I think of this, I get angry. My sister was humiliated by him, and she was clamoring to move to the mountains to live with him."

Liang Baiyu plucked one side of her hair: "I live on the mountain, no wonder..." No wonder it was the first time I saw him since returning to the village.

"Can you not..." The little gangster's words came to an abrupt end.

Behind the half-person-high brick wall, someone was hiding and peeping, their naked and wanton eyes swept over Liang Baiyu's buttocks.

"Grandma, look at that fart!" The little gangster threw a branch over there, but he was so majestic, he was not afraid of that wretched Alpha at all, he felt that he would be ridiculed for being the hot topic in the village, so he turned around and yelled at Liang Baiyu , "It's been a few months, and you still wear as little as a lady in a kiln, so you're not afraid of being dragged into the mountain and raped while walking?!"

Liang Baiyu's shirt was still flowery, thin and slightly see-through as usual, his expression remained unchanged, he lowered his head and leaned into Little Omega's ear and said, "I'm afraid of heat, I'll die if I overheat."

"That's ridiculous! I think you want all the men in the village to come into your house!" The little gangster spurned him and didn't believe a word.

"Heh..." Liang Baiyu scratched the youth's pink and tender face with his fingers, winking like silk, "You are really a smart and wise Omega."

Seeing him fascinated, the little gangster was full of shame and annoyed, and ran away angrily with a blushing face.

Liang Baiyu went to bed early after buying the medicine. In broad daylight, he had a dream.

In the dream, the sun was shining and he was running in the mountains.

That mountain is very deep, no matter how you run, you can't reach the end.

As he ran, the surrounding branches began to elongate strangely. They twisted and strangled his feet, dragging him deeper into the forest.

"Xiaoyu, it's time to go home for dinner..."

There was a vague shout from outside the mountain, which gradually became clear, as if it was right next to my ear, shouting anxiously, "Xiaoyu!"

"Xiaoyu? Where did you go?"

"Xiaoyu...Xiaoyu..."

"what--"

"Xiaoyu!!!"

Liang Baiyu woke up suddenly, his face was pale, he closed his scarlet eyes and opened them again, his sweaty hair was pressed against the old-fashioned mandarin duck playing with water pillow, he was in a daze for a while, his eyes turned to the direction of light.

It was dusk outside, and the setting sun sprinkled on the old broken wooden window, like bloodstains fading away.

The cough is gone, but the house still needs to be repaired.

Liang Baiyu made a new round of attempts. He was stirring the yellow mud in the courtyard, and the half-closed courtyard door was pushed open.

It was Uncle Li, and he told Liang Baiyu not to dump Heibulaji's medicine residue at the door, but to keep it away.

He spoke confidently, almost in a commanding tone.

Liang Baiyu shoveled the yellow mud with a shovel: "I fell in front of my own house, can't I?"

"What's in front of your house, isn't it all in the village? Everyone is walking around, and their shoes are in a mess!" Uncle Li's face was full of disgust, and the old cloth shoes were still rubbing on his threshold. Like some kind of virus.

"I don't want to step on it," Liang Baiyu glanced over the broken medicine residue on the threshold, "you can take a detour."

"Besides, it's not like I've been dumped in front of the door. Isn't there a clean place? Anyone with eyes can avoid it." He looked very puzzled.

Uncle Li stared with dizzy eyes, terrified: "I told you not to fall down, did you hear me?!"

Liang Baiyu frowned helplessly and amusedly: "Old man, you can't bully people like this. I'm not the only one in my family, my parents are also watching."

As he said that, he turned his lower body and pointed to the main room with the muddy shovel in his hand.

The two tablets were neatly placed on the table.

Uncle Li's old face twisted suddenly, as if he had choked up after eating feces, his thin body was trembling, his dry fingers pinched the crack of the door, and he was about to lose his breath.

"Old man, are you alright?" Liang Baiyu looked worried, trying to get up.

Uncle Li took back his foot on the door frame, shook his hand and walked away.

The courtyard door was slammed shut with a bang.

"It's a lot of age, but the hand strength is not small. This village has good feng shui. There are a bunch of long-lived people who can really live." Liang Baiyu said to himself, and found that the plaster on his left wrist was stained with mud. When it was dirty, he wiped it off casually, and then mixed it with mud.

The clouds in the sky were running, and a group of fat sparrows fluttered by with their little wings, landed on the courtyard wall in twos and threes, and boldly flew into the courtyard.

Seeing that the human beings did not drive them away, they called their companions and got into the leafless tree in the west of the courtyard together. You stood here and I stood there, it was very lively.

There was a faint resounding of Peking Opera in the courtyard.

The words can't be heard clearly, and the singing style can't be said to be very authentic. The singing is high and low, but the transition between graceful and sad is very natural, as if it has been hummed many times.

"Oh-oh-oh-"

It was noon, the rooster held its head high, its paws gracefully stepped on a pile of grass poles, its big black tail was raised high, and it croaked arrogantly.

The hen flew to the door of the main room, pouted her buttocks and took a dip.

If Liang Baiyu hadn't reacted quickly, the bubble would have fallen on his leather shoes.

"The two ancestors are hungry, right now." Liang Baiyu stretched his waist and looked at the mudflat on the ground, "It wasted another half a day."

He had no appetite and didn't want to cook, so he went to the kitchen and broke two Chinese cabbage leaves, crushed them and put them in a porcelain basin.

When Liang Baiyu returned to the village, his luggage was very simple. Some necessities for daily life were bought in small shops, and some were negotiated with villagers.

Money is such a thing, no matter whose pocket it is in, it smells good.

Things like vegetables, rice, and these two chickens were all bought by him at a high price from a small gangster's house.

One male and one female chicken.

The male eats it in the small year, and the female eats it in the new year.

Liang Baiyu's bowl of water was flat, he didn't favor any side, he pampered them all, he kicked the porcelain bowl towards them: "Eat."

Two chickens leaned over.

Liang Baiyu squatted down, trying to touch the old hen that laid eggs every afternoon, but before he could touch it, it ran away and abducted the rooster.

Those two went to the corner to scrape the soil, looking for sand to eat.

They didn't touch the vegetable leaves in the porcelain basin at all.

Liang Baiyu was stunned for a while, then shook his head in amazement: "If you don't eat well in the morning, it's disgusting. How did it change so quickly?"

"alright."

He said again: "All right."

In the afternoon, Liang Baiyu went out. He took a small path up the mountain, but he didn't meet anyone on the way.

The mountain surrounding the village has a name, Yong'an Mountain.

Those who died were buried in the mountains.

Some of the graves are so old that no descendants clean up the graves on Qingming Festival every year, so they gradually become lost.

The mountains were densely covered with thorns and weeds. Liang Baiyu stepped on a dead tree branch, ran over the small pine cones scattered everywhere, and walked aimlessly.

There is no way, change direction, and move forward.

I don't know how long it took, the dense bushes fell behind, and there was a blue sky in front of me. Looking down, the fields and houses came into view.

He has come out.

The slender needles pricked the clothes and pierced the flesh, Liang Baiyu pulled them out one by one, he carefully pulled them out one by one.

leave off.

Not a single one was spared.

After pulling it out, Liang Baiyu shook his clothes and trousers, and stepped out of the woods. He walked for a while, and picked up a few potato vines that fell from someone's house on the ground.

Then walk in this direction until you come to a field.

The family dug a third of the land, and the soil was turned outside, and some broken vine leaves were thrown aside in a mess.

There was a bit of red in the dirt, Liang Baiyu's eyes lit up, the coquettishness between the brows faded a lot, and a bit of innocence and childishness emerged.

With this excitement, her lips turned white.

Liang Baiyu jumped into the ground and got closer to the dirt cake. He squatted down, tremblingly bit the plaster on his left wrist, and used his right hand to scrape the dirt away.

A small potato was exposed, with a black wormhole in its head. It was stunted and was not noticed by the owner of the field.It is also possible that after discovering it, I thought it was too small and had holes, so I didn’t bother to ask for it, so I pulled it out and threw it away casually, and it was covered by soil.

Liang Baiyu dug out the potato with one hand and blew off the soil on it.

There was a series of footsteps coming from the front of the road. Liang Baiyu raised his head and squinted his eyes. Before he could see the face of the person coming, he recognized the shoulders as wide as mountains and rivers.

The man passed by the ridge beside Liang Baiyu without stopping.

Liang Baiyu squatted on the ground, his eyes fell on the man's long and strong hands, and then moved to the red armband on his cuffs, and suddenly said: "Uncle."

It's a very common name, but it's just mixed with personal characteristics, and the ending is crisp, which is incompatible with this conservative and simple village.

"Hey." Liang Baiyu climbed up from the ground, the leather shoes were covered with mud, he didn't care, and walked over naturally, with the streamer shining under his black eyelashes, "Hello, my name is Liang Baiyu."

The man is silent.

Liang Baiyu looked at him with a smile.

"Chen Suone." The man in front of him who was much taller than him replied, his voice was not very pleasant, it was hoarse and muddy.

Liang Baiyu looked at him closely and found that he was not old enough for the word "uncle".

The parties did not correct it.

"Do you know how to build houses? Earthen houses." Liang Baiyu bit the plaster just now, and there was a little medicine smell between his lips and teeth, which was not unpleasant. His eye shape was inherited from his father or mother, and he didn't feel any pressure when he looked down. A lot of devotional love.

And when he looks up at a person for a long time, it will give the person he looks at a great sense of satisfaction, as if he is wholeheartedly dependent and attached.

like now.

The person he looked up to squeezed the corners of his chapped lips, lowered his head, and checked the military kettle hanging beside him.

"No?" Liang Baiyu wiped the dirt on his hands, his eyes and brows were filled with sorrow, he sighed lightly, turned his head and left.

In the distance, there are villagers plowing the fields, and the children of the family happily follow behind, digging through the mud to find small holes and catch loaches.

The children's shouts of joy did not come over.

The young people walking on the ridge form a world of their own, like a natural ink painting.

There were tiny raindrops in the wind, and the painting was soaked in water and was about to rot.

"meeting."

A voice suddenly sounded from behind, Liang Baiyu's slender figure paused, and when he turned around, his face was already smiling in disbelief, "Really!"

Chen Suone said "hmm", his eyes were bright, and light raindrops fell on the barrier buckle of his left ear.

"Then can you help me fix the house?"

Liang Baiyu's hand reached out to the man, his fingertips touched his camouflage uniform, his fingers pinched his strong arm, and slowly lowered it, the force was not heavy, like a small feather.

The man frowned, trying to hide.

Liang Baiyu had already withdrawn his hand, he lowered his eyes, gently blew off the small needles between his fingers, raised his eyelids, and smiled mischievously: "I'll pay you."