brown sugar eggs

The wet floral shirt faded slowly, and Chen Suone saw a white light in front of his eyes.

The youth is too white, just that kind of uniform and delicate whiteness, without any dark color or fine lines and scars on his skin, and more than 20 years of growth have left no traces of aging on his skin, he is like a dummy placed in a glass frame.

Peach blossoms bloom in this holy and fragrant spring.

If you smell it carefully, you can smell the fragrance of flowers.

There was the sound of splashing water brushing against Chen Suone's eardrums, and his temples jumped violently.

"Why are you in a daze, wipe it for me quickly." Liang Baiyu turned around with her wet shirt half folded, and turned her back to him.

The two white and pink shoulder blades protruded, like a pair of sick butterflies flapping their wings, trembling slightly, both ashen and fresh.

Chen Suone saw something, and the restless pheromone in his body sank instantly: "Why is there an injury on your back?"

"It's rocky." Liang Baiyu pushed his hair aside, and the ends of his hair stuck to his collarbone. He yawned, speaking in a nasal voice, wet and soft and very affectionate, "Brother, hurry up and wipe it off, okay?" , please, I'm sleepy."

Chen Song looked at his sharp wound, which was left untreated, scabs formed, and the area around the wound was a little swollen.

"Why do you," Chen Su paused, "don't take care of your body?"

"No way, I can't guard against it." Liang Baiyu rubbed the tip of his nose, "It's all accidents." He turned to look at the man with furrowed brows, "Okay, okay, let me tell you a little secret, I have a special physique, whether it is scalded It was still scratched by a sharp weapon, as long as the injury is healed, that piece of skin can be restored to its original state."

The lines between Chen Su's eyebrows not only did not lighten, but deepened.

"Don't believe me?" Liang Baiyu touched his left shoulder with his fingers, "Just last year, I took a shower at night, the shower was broken, and the warm water turned into hot water. My place was very hot. Now look, is there any scar? No, it's amazing!"

"It's not amazing." Chen Song met him showing off his eyes.

"You are so boring and not fun." Liang Baiyu turned his head back and played with his hair, "Come over tomorrow whenever you are free, and don't wait when it's over."

"Understood." Chen Suone picked up the towel in the basin and wrung it half dry. Behind every unreasonable phenomenon was a black hole.

I don't know what's in the hole.

Yang Lingling didn't need to tell him how bizarre it was that a person took so much medicine but looked relaxed and healthy.

How much did you pay, and what did you experience...

After wiping the young man's back, Chen Su got up and left. He didn't leave the hospital, but squatted under the door of the main room, with his sneakers against the high wooden threshold, and lowered his head to tear the barbs on his hands.

When you break it, there will be a stream of blood.

After squatting for a while, Chen Song went to the chicken coop, picked up the eggs, and put them in a flat basket in the kitchen. He was about to leave when he stopped.

Compared with what he saw when he came last time, there were a lot more eggs in the basket.

Did that person not eat a single one?

Chickens should be saved for Chinese New Year, and eggs should be saved until then?

Chen Song wiped his face, swept away the messy pine hair in front of the pot hole, wiped the stove again, and went back to the back room after he was done.

The person on the bed was sleeping, and the quilt was kicked to the corner of the bed by him, and it was not covered at all. His sleeping position was not curled up to hug him, or to stretch his legs, but to lie flat, and he confined himself to a range.

He was wearing a clean flowered shirt and trousers, and white socks on his feet, the socks were stretched an inch above the ankles, and the sides were aligned.

The changed dirty clothes are well folded at the end of the bed.

Seeing the young man sleeping like that, Chen Su felt as if he was suffocating in a jar. He took a deep breath: "Liang Baiyu?"

no response.

"Baiyu?" Chen Suone called again.

There was still no movement, and the breathing rate did not change.

The window inside the bed was not closed, and the wind was blowing in, making it cool.

Chen Suone put down the mosquito net hanging from the hook, stuffed it under the bed quilt, and pressed it down.

After finishing this action, Chen Song went to the desk lightly, carefully opened the middle drawer, and found the medicine bottle marked "9".

Open the lid, and you will see yellow-white capsules in your eyes.

The bottle of medicine he opened at random that time felt that the capsule was a bit familiar, so he put it back without smelling the smell.

This time Chen Suone poured out a grain and secretly put it in his trouser pocket.

Liang Baiyu was woken up by the knocking on the window, he was dazed for a few seconds, and then he went to open the window after a while.

It was raining lightly outside, Zhao Wenxiao stood outside the window with an umbrella and asked him to have dinner.

"Why do you ask me to come for three meals a day?" Liang Baiyu just woke up, his hair was messed up, he lifted his reddish eyelids, "It's annoying."

"I'm doing it for your own good." Zhao Wenxiao said earnestly, "I can see that you are so thin because you don't eat regularly."

"You're wrong." Liang Baiyu snorted with a chuckle, "Before I came back, I ate small meals every day, and my diet was so regular that I could count it with a chronograph."

Zhao Wenxiao obviously didn't believe it, and thought he was talking nonsense.

"Someone said they saw that so-and-so, the surname Chen came out of your house." Zhao Wenxiao poked his head under the umbrella.

"What's the surname Chen? His name is Chen Su, the man of Stone Wind." Liang Baiyu said, "It's so nice to this village. The first time I heard his name, I felt like my hometown."

Zhao Wenxiao didn't agree very much, and didn't continue the conversation: "The soldiers have retired?"

Liang Baiyu blinked: "I don't know."

"You don't even know this, and you still associate with him?" Zhao Wenxiao's reaction was not small, and the lines of his handsome silhouette jumped up.

Liang Baiyu smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Can't you?"

Zhao Wenxiao said: "Bai Yu, I don't mean anything else, I just think that he has an indiscretion with Lingling, and he is close to you... His character is not very..."

"If you keep talking, I'm going to close the window." Liang Baiyu said in a joking tone, he didn't seem to be really angry, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Zhao Wenxiao said awkwardly, "Sorry."

"Okay." Liang Baiyu gathered up his long hair and tied it into a ponytail. His eyes had the charm of trapping people again, "What kind of food do you have for dinner?"

Zhao Wenxiao said: "It's all what you like to eat, you better not come here, I'll bring it to you."

After hearing what Zhao Wenxiao said, Liang Baiyu shrank back into the bed again.

I didn't call him Bodhisattva, just let him eat less.

Zhao Wenxiao didn't go back to his yard right away. He turned the handle of the umbrella, mentioned Zhang's mother, and said that he was really crazy.

"I talked to her for a long time, but she didn't respond." Zhao Wenxiao was quite emotional. "I think back then, she often took us to the mountains to play."

Liang Baiyu looked confused.

"You don't remember. When we were young, we all had a good relationship and were carefree." Zhao Wenxiao heard him cough, and said, "Close the window, and I will come to you later."

Liang Baiyu closed the window, and the light raindrops hit the glass and the wooden frame, leaving twisted water marks.

He breathed out against the glass, poked his fingertips up, and drew a grinning grin.

Compare yourself to make expressions.

"Full score."

It didn't rain the next day, it was cloudy, Liang Baiyu went out with injuries, he took the handle of the basket that was entangled in thick cloth, and walked slowly to the south of the village.

The construction of houses in the village has not been planned, one building after another, and the vegetable fields have all been moved together.

One by one.

There is also a piece of the Liang family, which is deserted. In this season, there is still sparse grass in the soil. From a distance, it looks like a big head with pitiful hair.

There is a small handful of cress growing in the ditch beside the vegetable field.

Liang Baiyu discovered it when he was shopping before. It hadn't grown well at that time, and now it can be cooked.

"Hey, what's good for frying water celery, dried tofu." Liang Baiyu bent over, and he cut off the water celery with a sickle, shook hands, and shook the dirt on it.

"Today I'm going to cook and cook two...no, three dishes."

"Is there something important?"

"Yes, it's my birthday."

Liang Baiyu murmured for a while, then he straightened up humming the Peking Opera, while Widow Zhou stood outside the vegetable field fence, staring at him.

"Auntie." Liang Baiyu greeted with a smile.

Widow Zhou has no expression.

"This cress belongs to my family, I didn't steal it." Liang Baiyu closed his mouth, and walked out of the vegetable field muttering.

Liang Baiyu passed by Widow Zhou, a white radish was held by a hand covered with fine scars, and it was handed under his nose.