brown sugar eggs

It's hard to keep things under wraps in the village.

Everyone knew on this day that Liang Baiyu rushed to the small clinic to hook up with someone with a hot face and a cold butt, but in the end Chen Sunkiao didn't have any birds, so he left him and ran away.

Also, Chen Fugui had one foot in the coffin, and he wanted to see his son get married before the other foot fell in.

Chen Fugui has high vision, and the candidate for his daughter-in-law is Teacher Yang.

And Teacher Yang has that idea about his son, otherwise he wouldn't have followed him back halfway through the class.

As for what Teacher Yang said to Chen Fugui...

Although no one is present, it does not affect the enthusiasm of everyone's discussion. Guess.It's nothing more than the old man forcing each other to die, and let the two children fold their hands and hold hands.

In short, during Chen Fugui's hanging, Teacher Yang was always there, and later he accompanied Chen's father and son up the mountain.

A few days ago, a matchmaker came to match Zhao's family. I heard that the dowry money was very generous. Everyone in the village thought that Teacher Yang was going to have a wedding with Boss Xiao Zhao. Who would have thought that her younger brother was taken out of Liang Baiyu's house by him last night. It's his pheromone.

Temporary markers are also markers.

Besides, who knows if it will become a lifetime mark in the future.

Boss Xiao Zhao got involved with both siblings all of a sudden.

If my elder sister becomes the daughter-in-law of the Chen family, everyone will have a place to go.

The two elders of the Yang family are quite calm, one is repairing the fence in the vegetable field, and the other is busy washing clothes and cooking. They have a pair of promising children. The daughter is not so good, but she has knowledge and conduct, and she will be the head of the family. The son has a high level of appearance pheromone, and both of them are not worried about getting married.

Everyone chattered along.

In addition to the matter of the Chen family, the Yang family and the Zhao family, the Zhang family has also become famous today.

Zhang's father was plowing in the field, passed out, and was carried to a small clinic for treatment. When he woke up, he went to the store to buy and drink.

After drinking too much, he walked home staggeringly, stood under the peach tree in front of Liang Baiyu's house and untied his belt.

A thin bubble of thick yellow urine was just poured on it.

At that time, Zhao Wenxiao came to ask Liang Baiyu to go to his house for lunch, and the two of them were coming out, so they happened to see that scene.

"Brother Zhang, your son kicked this tree of mine some time ago, and now you're urinating on it again," Liang Baiyu stood at the door of his house, his long hair tied up, his delicate neck exposed, he was not angry, and he was joking , "As expected of a father and son, they both fell in love with the same tree."

Zhang's father stopped shaking, twisted his neck and looked back, his cloudy and red eyes widened in vain, as if he was having an epileptic fit, before his trousers were fastened, he grabbed a small half of a brick on the ground and threw it at Liang Baiyu .

Zhao Wenxiao quickly pulled Liang Baiyu away.

The dirty brick fell on the door, split into several pieces, and splashed together with mud, moss and dust.

Zhao Wenxiao went over to question Zhang's father, "What are you going to do?"

Father Zhang staggered and fell on top of the peach tree. He bent down and spit out a large puddle of food scraps. Unable to stand up, he slid down the tree trunk and sat down in his own urine.

I don't know what vague wine words came out of my mouth, and then I started crying.

It wasn't choking, but a very incompetent howling.

After howling a few times, Father Zhang let out a foul-smelling wine belch and fell to the ground.

"It's okay, I'm just dead drunk." Zhao Wenxiao said to Liang Baiyu who approached, "Leave this drunk alone."

"How can I do that?" Liang Baiyu frowned slightly, "Brother Zhang is covered in urine, it's too dirty, we can't let him lie here."

Zhao Wenxiao stroked his waxed back hair, exhaled, "Baiyu, you are so kind."

Liang Baiyu was surprised: "Me, no."

"You are not called kind-hearted. There will be no kind people in the world." Zhao Wenxiao looked down at him.

"Okay, then I'm a kind-hearted person." Liang Baiyu laughed, "Help me out."

Zhao Wenxiao unbuttoned his suit, tugged at the trousers that stuck to his legs, and squatted down to grab Father Zhang.

The two of them took Zhang's father to the Zhang family not far away.

Liang Baiyu knocked on the door a few times, but there was no sound from inside. He muttered, "Have sister-in-law and brother Zhang gone out?"

"Then let's put him here." Zhao Wenxiao's leather shoes and trousers next to him were all dirty, and the smell of high-end perfume on his body was mixed with the fishy smell from it.

Liang Baiyu didn't follow. He knocked on the door again. After knocking persistently for a long time, the door finally opened from the inside.

Only a gap was left open.

"Sister-in-law, brother Zhang drank too much, I'll help him..."

Before Liang Baiyu finished speaking, Zhang's mother dragged Zhang's father in, and "slapped" the door.

Don't say thank you during the period, not even a look, a complete face, the speed is very fast.

Liang Baiyu stared at the trembling lock ring on the door without blinking. He didn't seem to be able to react at all, he was in a daze.

Zhao Wenxiao sighed, "Your family was very close to the Zhang family before, and you slept in the Zhang family."

"Really?" Liang Baiyu rubbed the tip of his nose with his index finger, and put his hand on Zhao Wenxiao's shoulder, "I don't remember that."

"How many memories have you lost?" Zhao Wenxiao sighed.

"A lot." Liang Baiyu's beautiful bright red lips curled up, "I basically forgot."

"Then ask me what you want to know." Zhao Wenxiao held his hands and said gently, "After all, I grew up with you, and no one knows better than me what happened when you were young."

Liang Baiyu took out his hand, wrapped his fingers around the back of his neck, and slowly walked out from under the eaves. Standing in the bright sunshine, he was white and seductive, with a translucent sense of brokenness: "You are so close to me! , Aren’t you afraid that everyone will say you’re wrong and alienate you?”

Zhao Wenxiao made a serious statement: "None of them can compare to you."

Liang Baiyu smiled, and turned to blame himself, "Hey": "We were so good before, why did I forget it?"

"If you forget, forget it." Zhao Wenxiao comforted, "Look ahead."

"That's right, people really have to look forward, and there is only ashes on the ground when they look back." Liang Baiyu murmured inaudibly, rubbed his belly and said he was hungry.

Zhao Wenxiao and Liang Baiyu had been separated for many years, and he really easily brought himself into the role of the big brother. He naturally asked him what dishes he had for lunch, what the soup was, and the beef he brought back from the county...

It seems to be telling the shadows on the ground and the shaking bamboo leaves how close they are.

During the meal, Yang's father and Yang's mother were all at Zhao Wenxiao's house, except for Yang Lingling.She is still on the mountain.

Mother Yang went to see her son after eating a few chopsticks dishes.

At the dinner table for eight people, Father Yang, Zhao Wenxiao, and Liang Baiyu each occupied a bench.

Father Yang took a sip of his mouth and smacked his lips. When Liang Baiyu came over before his daughter had an affair with the Chen family boy in the morning, he didn't feel anything wrong and treated him normally.

Now he was so uncomfortable.

Father Yang secretly observed Liang Baiyu for a while, and found that he was not embarrassed or sad at all. On the contrary, he was in a very good mood, and when he smiled, he could see his teeth but not his eyes.

Speaking of which, last night his son came to the house to make such a big fuss, Liang Baiyu didn't look bad at that time.

Yang's father can't remember clearly, but it should be that kind of feeling in his impression, which is very strange.

"Uncle, I respect you." Liang Baiyu raised his glass suddenly and stood up.

Father Yang quickly regained his senses: "No need to stand, no need to stand, just sit down, sit down, sit down!"

Liang Baiyu still insisted on standing, the way he drank didn't match his image like a delicate model in a window, he was very down-to-earth and decisive, and he drank it in one gulp.

Father Yang was sweating profusely, and he tried to let the cup bottom out.

Father Yang got angry after drinking, and forgot what he wanted to ask, but he sat down for a while and remembered that there was something he had to do, so he hurried to Wang's house with a cake and a bag of sugar prepared by his wife.

Human children are divided in advance because of his son, so they have to buy something to send over.

Father Yang came out with a faint sour smell. He didn't know where it came from, but a gust of wind blew it away. He passed by Zhang's house opposite Wang's house. He was thinking about his daughter on the mountain. Did not eat.

Yang Lingling had finished eating, so it's only half a bowl. She watched Chen Suone wash the dishes in the kitchen and wanted to help, but the other party refused.

The atmosphere has nothing to do with warmth.

Yang Lingling failed to find several topics, so she had to choose one that turned her off, "Brother Sulfone, are you thinking about Liang Baiyu?"

The sound of water from the friction between the bowl and chopsticks and the rag stopped.

Yang Lingling was very upset: "When he smiles at you, it's the same as smiling at others."

The man in front of the cauldron continued to work. He washed the dishes and put them on the stove, took a ladle to scoop up the dirty water in the pot, and scooped it into a plastic bucket one by one.

Yang Lingling felt a bit of loneliness from the figure with her back turned to her. She couldn't bear it in her heart, and subconsciously changed her answer: "Maybe there is a little difference."

Chen Suone scooped up all the dirty water, poured in the clean ones, and cleared the dishes. He worked in an orderly manner, as if he didn't care much about the two phenomena Yang Lingling mentioned.

It's just that after he cleaned it up again, he started to clean it up again.

"Have you ever thought about it, Liang Baiyu is different from us. He doesn't have a healthy body. He is a patient whose travel bag contains several times more medicine than clothes. I can't guarantee whether he is terminally ill or not, but He is definitely very sick, but how could he live so easily?" Yang Lingling crossed her arms and said coldly, "He must have paid an unimaginable price, which is closely related to his experience before returning to the village. I believe You have thought about it too."

Chen Suone thought of the medicine in that drawer, and the movement of his hands stopped. He threw the water ladle into the pot, pressed the pot table with his rough and dark palm, and his mind wandered away.

Yang Lingling picked up the water ladle and shook the water on it: "Don't discuss anything else, just talk about today's affairs, you came to me, was he nervous, did he stop you, even once?"

Chen Suone suddenly turned his head to look at the window next to the pot table, and rolled his throat in distress and distress.

Yang Lingling already knew the answer, an answer that was no surprise.

As long as Liang Baiyu showed that she didn't want Chen Song to go to school to find her, she wouldn't stand here.

Her determination in this aspect made her laugh at herself, but it was also a fact she couldn't help but face.

Liang Baiyu has the ability to harm the peace of a village and the world of a person with such a frivolity.

"He doesn't care. He makes me feel like someone standing on a cliff looking at the scenery. He is not in a hurry, fearless and unrestrained. There are many things in his heart, and there are many things to do. Everything. To achieve the goal, there is no place for feelings." Yang Lingling said her judgment in a low voice.

Chen Song said heavily: "Stop talking."

"Why can't I say it?" Yang Lingling suppressed her inner emotions, "He is too complicated, you are so simple, you are not the same way."

Chen Song took the water ladle in her hand, and said in a stiff tone, "Mr. Yang, thank you for persuading my dad to hang up the water. I owe you a favor this time. I will do my best when you have something to do..."

Yang Lingling reached out to touch the man's barrier button, but he pinched his wrist and pushed it away without hesitation.

"You can figure it out on your father's side." Yang Lingling pressed her red wrist, her expression was very cold, "I won't help you deceive him anymore."

She walked quickly to the door of the kitchen, her braids on her shoulders curled fiercely: "I'm young and healthy, and I've lived a long time. I'd like to see if Liang Baiyu, who is not like a patient, can survive this winter." .”

These words are really ugly, piercing the hearts of the people behind.

Chen Suone's five fingers holding the water ladle tightened a little, and tightened again, and the veins on the back of his hand twitched wildly.

The next moment, he vented his strength, finished the rest of the work as if nothing had happened, walked around the pot platform with his shoulders slumped, and sat on the small bench in front of the pot hole.

There was a small hole in the middle of the two dark pot holes, and there were matches and a small pack of cigarettes in it, which Chen Fugui had left in it long ago.

Chen Suone took out the cigarette, bit one strangely in his mouth, and lit the match.

Leaning against the soot-blackened wall behind him, he closed his eyes and took a puff of cigarette, coughing and talking to himself: "Winter is coming soon..."