brown sugar eggs

The title song of the movie sounded, it was a very sentimental saxophone, and the theater gradually became quiet.

Chen Suone went to Liang Baiyu with both hands and feet, and sat next to him.

Liang Baiyu's mask was piled up on his chin, covered with moisture and a little sticky, so he simply took off the mask and put it on his wrist.

Chen Song lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his palms, and a voice said in his ear, "Don't be like that in the future, like a child."

His breath was caught, and his sweat had watermarked his trousers.

"If I don't get up, you won't be able to get off the stage." Liang Baiyu watched the movie, the dim light of the big screen flickered in his eyes, "Where can I watch it? It's just a place."

Chen Song slumped Houping's shoulders. He never thought that he would do such a naive thing one day, and he didn't know where the odds and confidence came from.

But deep down in his heart, he felt that if the time went back a few minutes, and he did it again, he would still do that.

"I don't always worry about you." Liang Baiyu said, every word stuck to the tip of her pink tongue before sending it out. It couldn't be said whether it was heartless or affectionate, gentle or indifferent.

Chen Suone became even more embarrassed and became more silent.

"How old are you?" Liang Baiyu still didn't look at him, but looked at the screen.

"28." Chen Song said.

"Oh... three years older than me, almost thirty." Liang Baiyu scolded, "You won't be a child next time."

Chen Suone's breath suddenly became heavier, it was very subtle, and with the background music of the movie covering it, no one would notice it even if he was in his arms.

However, Liang Baiyu next to him turned his face to him in the next second and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Chen Su was taken aback.He was busy all afternoon and didn't eat anything for lunch or dinner, which was nothing to him at all, but he said "hmm" in a high volume and said, "Stomach hurts."

Liang Baiyu fumbled in his pocket, took out a piece of soft candy, and threw it to Chen Suone: "I'll eat it for you."

Chen Song tore off the wrapping paper and ate the candy.

It seems that people who throw sugar think that everything will be better if they eat sugar.

Sugar eaters may agree with that idea, or it may not matter.

The movie is a black-and-white romance film with the original soundtrack, not a Mandarin-dubbed version, and the subtitles are small. Some viewers complained that they couldn't read clearly, but most of them accepted it.

After all, love is the same thing, whether it is Chinese or foreign, and the routine can be used universally.

As for the classics, they are more popular on the routine.

There are quite a few people who smoke, and they seem to be used to the smog. No one argues about it.

Liang Baiyu was sunken deep in the chair. He had walked a lot during the day and his legs hurt. He half closed his eyelids and looked like he was about to fall asleep: "Your father..."

There was a scent of oranges in Chen Suone's breath: "In the hotel, there are relatives watching."

"Didn't you go to the hospital?" Liang Baiyu looked over in surprise.

"No." Chen Su's voice was muffled, "He lied to me that he would go to the hospital for an examination when he came to the county, but he didn't cooperate when he came."

Liang Baiyu showed a puzzled expression: "This trip is by boat and bus, all kinds of troubles, so much effort, what is your father doing?"

Chen Song whispered: "For my mother."

Those who live together do not necessarily love each other, or even have feelings.

Those who broke up may still miss it for many years.

"My father came to the county, just to call my mother and talk to her." Chen Song squeezed his rough and strong fingers, with the word "Chuan" carved between his eyebrows, and he was a little confused in his words.

Before coming here, he was completely unaware of his father's intentions.

Liang Baiyu sat up, and said slowly: "Perhaps when a person reaches a certain stage, many things that he thinks he can't let go of in his life are all let go overnight and thrown away. At that time, what he really holds will be revealed. "

"You and your mother are what your father cares about most, and what he can't rest assured about." Liang Baiyu said.

Chen Song listened to the young man's explanation and analysis, and was silent for a moment: "What I can't understand is that the body is the root of everything, why some people don't care."

After a pause, he added, "I'm so sick, I don't want to treat her well."

"The older generation has their own ideas, and it's normal not to listen to persuasion." Liang Baiyu said, "Go with it."

Chen Song looked at him: "Everything goes right? Even if it's wrong? I don't want to?"

Liang Baiyu tilted her head, leaning half of her body on the armrest of the chair: "Bodhisattva, you have to understand that my parents are gone, so I can't understand your state of mind, and I can't empathize with you."

Chen Song stared at his blurred profile.

"Don't look at me, look at the screen." Liang Baiyu touched the man's sleeve and shook it, "What a movie."

Chen Song pulled the sleeve out from between his fingers with little strength.

Liang Baiyu didn't ask what was wrong, and didn't even complain, let alone act like a baby.

Chen Suone's breath was stuck in his heart, he couldn't go up or down, his dry lips were drawn into a thin line, he pinched the bag of yellow plums in his trouser pocket, and he didn't even take out a cigarette after pinching it flat.

The movie is set against the backdrop of World Wars, and it revealed its tragic ending after only ten minutes of playing. Those with low tears had already started pulling on toilet paper.

Yang Ming didn't look at the screen for a moment, he was staring at Liang Baiyu and Chen Suone the whole time, his eyes were about to pop out.

With a little distance, Yang Ming didn't know that the two were having an awkward fight.

To be precise, it was Chen Suone's depression and depression.

"Fuck, why didn't you let me go?" Yang Ming got angry at Zhao Wenxiao.

Zhao Wenxiao folded his legs together and turned his eyes to the screen: "Didn't you see that Chen Suone is different in Baiyu, Baiyu doesn't want any of us to disturb them?"

"I didn't see it!" Yang Ming's face turned green.

"The dead duck has a hard mouth." Zhao Wenxiao said, "If you want him to bother you, you go."

Yang Ming sneered: "Don't think I don't know, you wish that Brother Bai Yu hated me and told me to get the hell out of here, so I won't let you do so."

Zhao Wenxiao clasped his hands on his abdomen, sitting in a full boss-like posture: "You were not born to your parents, otherwise, how could your sister not even half as smart."

Yang Ming: "..."

"Damn, you're courting death!" Yang Ming punched him.

Zhao Wenxiao grabbed his wrist, a trace of pheromone overflowed, full of warning: "At least I gave you a temporary mark."

Yang Ming felt as if his tail had been trampled on, and he was mad and helpless. He withdrew his hand and rubbed the touched piece of skin vigorously.

Fuck it, the old man, the dog Alpha, combs his hair back all day, five people and six people, so ugly.

The pheromone is still the smell of smoke, the kind of cigarettes that cost four packs for ten yuan, the quality is terribly inferior, bitter and dregs.

Smoking is harmful to health, isn't this a poisoner!

In the second half of the movie, there were loud and small sobs in the theater.

Look at other people's poignant love, cry your own story.

As soon as Yang Ming finished watching it, he rushed to Liang Baiyu's place, his eyes red like little rabbits, and he said that he would not have watched it if he knew it was a tragedy. Why can't two people who love each other be together? Why is fate so cruel.

Liang Baiyu yawned.

Yang Ming was dumbfounded: "Did you not watch it?"

"Look." Liang Baiyu went down the steps.

Yang Ming glared at Chen Suone, and caught up with Liang Baiyu: "Then don't you think it's heartbreaking and miserable?"

Liang Baiyu adjusted the collar of his shirt while walking: "Is it miserable?"

"Isn't it miserable?" Yang Ming screamed.

"... Miserable." Liang Baiyu blatantly perfunctory, "It's too miserable."

Yang Ming blushed: "You have a heart of stone."

"I don't have it." Liang Baiyu's tone was full of grievances and helplessness, and seemed to be teasing him, and she didn't care what he said.

Zhao Wenxiao, who was lagging behind, called Chen Suone to stop. He was dressed in a wide and high-end suit, generous and hearty: "Brother Chen, I have something I want to talk to you about."

Chen Suone stopped in his tracks, his eyes still falling on the thin figure.

"Baiyu's physical condition must be known to you. You can persuade him. He has come to the county, so he has to go to the hospital to register for a check." Zhao Wenxiao put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, showing the particularity of a businessman. .

Upon hearing this, Chen Suone turned his head to look at Zhao Wenxiao, who was a few centimeters shorter than him, and said softly, "I tried to persuade him, but he didn't listen."

Zhao Wenxiao's face was full of disbelief: "Are your words useless?"

"I thought you..." He stopped there.The meaning of the second half of the sentence is quite obvious.

Chen Suone walked past him with no expression on his face.

County towns are different from mountain villages. At this time, there are still people with cars on the street, and you can see a lot of faces.

It's winter, the night is cold, and the wind on the street is very strong. Liang Baiyu wears the same shirt, which is as thin as a piece of colorful paper, but he is really not cold.

An idiot like Yang Ming could see this, and he didn't bother to scold him for wanting demeanor but not warmth for the sake of showing off, so he persuaded him to add more clothes.

Wearing a mask, Liang Baiyu stood in front of a small stall, and ordered a pancake with poached eggs and ham sausage, a cup of eight-treasure porridge, and two tea eggs.

Yang Ming wondered why he had eaten dinner, why did he buy so much.

Soon Yang Ming knew the answer.

Grass!

Liang Baiyu didn't eat it himself, but bought it for Chen Suone!

Chen Suone didn't know what was going on, and when Liang Baiyu handed him a bag of food, he didn't respond.

The back of his hand burned, and Chen Suone's thoughts came back. His eyes moved from the plastic bag to Liang Baiyu's face, and then back to the plastic bag.

Liang Baiyu frowned softly: "My hands are sore, hold it."

Chen Suone immediately caught it in a hurry.

"Which hotel did you stay in?" Liang Baiyu rubbed his arms.

Chen Song subconsciously reported the address.

"I don't know where...it's not from the same family as mine." Liang Baiyu was sleepy, "It's getting late, you should go back."

"In the theater, I," Chen Song said hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

"You said that you shook my hand away," Liang Baiyu chuckled, "I'm not such a stingy person, so I don't blame you."

Then he murmured softly: "Well, I was a little unhappy at the time, don't do that next time, if I pull your sleeve, you let me pull it, okay?"

"Okay." Chen Song stared at him blankly.

Yang Ming couldn't stand it anymore, he squeezed past like his mother's family.

Liang Baiyu greeted Chen Suone, and called Yang Ming, who was almost out of breath, to leave.Zhao Wenxiao followed them with big bags and small bags.

When he reached the intersection, Liang Baiyu turned his head indifferently.

The man who was looking at him didn't expect him to turn his head, and was caught off guard on the spot. He immediately turned his head away, and strode in another direction with a bag of food.

He was in such a hurry that he almost hit a telephone pole.

Clumsy, stupid.

That's a sign that it's already in a certain season.

Liang Baiyu took off the mask on his face, and slowly twirled the elastic band with his fingers a few times. He sighed faintly, moved his lips lightly, and mouthed a word.

"When the timing is wrong, everything is wrong."