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Liang Baiyu stayed at Zhao Wenxiao's house for less than three days before returning to his own home.

As soon as Zhao Wenxiao walked away, Yang Ming appeared in front of Liang Baiyu on his back. The blister on his mouth was broken and scabbed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said in a resentful tone, "I thought you were going to take root in his house."

"What are you talking about? I'm not homeless myself." Liang Baiyu wanted to find a small rubber band to tie his hair, but when he couldn't find it, he brushed back the soft hair from his shoulders.

"Hmph, the one surnamed Zhao won't let me see you, it's very despicable and shameless." Yang Ming looked Liang Baiyu's body several times, "Did he bully you?"

Liang Baiyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Brother, you are thinking wildly again, right?"

Yang Ming wanted to pinch Liang Baiyu, but when his hand was about to touch him, he made a big turn and pinched himself.

Last time in the woods, he scratched this man's wrist, but he regretted it.

Things that are too good will make many people have a desire to destroy.

There will also be many people who have a desire to protect.

"Let me tell you this, the person surnamed Zhao is not a good thing, the hypocrite described in the storybook is his type." Yang Ming said viciously, "Before people, they are generous and friendly, but when they are called bumpkins, they can use knives. "

Liang Baiyu patted his head: "The more I read, the more well-behaved I am."

Yang Ming: "..."

Lao Tzu is the strongest Omega in a hundred miles around. He is a domineering man and walks sideways. What the hell is he clever?

Yang Ming looked at Liang Baiyu rubbing the portrait, and he secretly glanced at it several times, with obvious discomfort on his small face.

This kind of black and white photo has always had a great impact on him.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was afraid of ghosts, the kind that turned into a ball.

Like when an old man passed away, the corpse would spend the night in the main room of the son, and then put on a shroud and lay on a wooden board.

When his grandparents left, his uncle said that his aunt disagreed and refused to make a big fuss and not allow dead bodies to enter the door. His father thought that this kind of thing should not be noisy, and it would make the old man who had to go back the first seven days sad.

So grandparents put them all in his house.

Up to now, after a long time, it is still chilly for him to walk through the main room alone.

Let alone in the middle of the night, I dare not look at the place where the wooden planks used to put the corpses, for fear of seeing the ghosts of my grandparents.

Yang Ming shuddered, and he looked away: "Did the surname Zhao ask Dr. Huang to see you?"

"I just caught a cold, so I don't need Dr. Huang." Liang Baiyu arranged the two portraits neatly, moved the small censer to the front, and lit a match to light the incense.

Yang Ming stared at the back of his head: "Can you lie down for so long with a cold?"

"That's because I was exhausted in the pond. I'm weak. Just get enough sleep." Liang Baiyu yawned as he spoke, and his voice dragged.

Yang Ming stared at Liang Baiyu's side face in doubt, and found that his complexion was not bad, but sleepiness was visible to the naked eye. His delicate eyebrows twitched: "Why are you hibernating like a snake!"

"That's right." Liang Baiyu laughed lazily. He picked up the small bamboo chair and went to sit under the eaves outside the main room, listening to the rooster crowing and watching the wind blow the trees.

Yang Ming glanced at the portrait, his eyelids twitched, and he ran out quickly.

The winter sun is kissing the people in the bamboo chairs.

very gentle.

Yang Ming's footsteps and panting unconsciously subsided, he was quiet for a while, squatted next to the bamboo chair, and muttered about the scene in the small pond that day, saying that his mother was a broken palm, and he almost sent him to the hospital with a slap. Xi Tian also said that his father was a coward, and following his mother's words, the two of them stopped him together, and the battle was as big as if he was about to go to the battlefield to fight to the death.

The teenager was embarrassed to express his emotions, so he used the way of complaining to show his inner guilt, fear, and joy.

Liang Baiyu laughed out loud.

Yang Ming patted the back of the bamboo chair angrily: "Why are you laughing, did you hear me?"

"I heard it." Liang Baiyu's pupils were illuminated by the sun into a yellow color, transparent and beautiful, the corners of his lips and the corners of his eyes were curved, and he answered Yang Ming, but he didn't know where his mind was.

Yang Ming had the illusion that the person in front of him was about to be sunburned, so he stood up and blocked the light.

Liang Baiyu in the shadows didn't lift his eyelids: "Stand away, brother, I can't even get a tan."

"I won't!" Yang Ming was shocked by his foolish behavior, and he shattered his cans.

"Okay, okay." Liang Baiyu closed his eyes and smiled, "It's up to you."

Yang Ming's face was flushed, he grasped both sides of the back of the bamboo chair with both hands, bent down to look at the person in the chair: "Speaking of which, your water skills are better than mine."

"Learning." Liang Baiyu's eyelids moved slightly, "In order to realize self-worth and develop in an all-round way, I must master all eighteen martial arts." Once it exits, it dissipates.

Yang Ming only heard the first half of his sentence: "Since you have learned it before, why didn't you come up from the pond earlier?"

"When I first fell, my legs were cramped, and I didn't recover for a while." Liang Baiyu said calmly, "Fortunately, my parents protected me."

Yang Ming recalled the panic at that time.

"Ah," Liang Baiyu remembered something, "Aunt Zhou..."

Yang Ming's expression changed: "Don't mention her, she pushed you down, and she clapped her hands happily, so fucking vicious! Black-hearted widow!"

Liang Baiyu frowned: "Don't say that, she didn't do it on purpose, what is she fussing about with a fool."

Yang Ming: "..."

In the morning, he was watering rapeseed in the field, and the widow babbled by, and he waved the dung ladle in his hand.

As a result, the rapeseed was smashed into pieces by him, and his mother pumped him until his calf trembled.

The widow's account was settled by Yang Ming, he wanted to drag Liang Baiyu together to vent his anger by cursing, but he didn't think that the other party didn't take it seriously.

"Avalokitesvara's reincarnation can't compare to yours, I'm gone!" Yang Ming roared loudly, but he didn't move, waiting to be coaxed.

Anyone who gets close to Liang Baiyu will have this problem.

want his privileges.

Liang Baiyu fell asleep and spoke slowly, "Be content."

What he said was inexplicable, but Yang Ming understood, his face was hot, he faltered something, and flattened his mouth: "Cut."

"Yesterday I went up the mountain to look for Chen Su. He must have looked for you." Yang Ming said suddenly.

Liang Baiyu's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes: "Really?"

"Did Zhao not let him go upstairs to see you?" Yang Ming couldn't believe it, "Damn it, he really treats himself like a green onion."

Yang Ming thought of the word "emotional" that his sister said, and he was almost out of breath. He grabbed Liang Baiyu's arm, like a sweetheart advising his family to elope with a bastard: "Do you remember the matter of Fengzhuang?" Well, Alpha's loyalty is bound to pheromone, without pheromone, there is no loyalty."

Liang Baiyu's expression was somewhat surprised: "Why do you think I need that thing?"

Yang Ming choked.

With his barren and boring life experience, even Liang Baiyu couldn't see through him, and he couldn't even guess what kind of feelings Zhao had in his heart. Thinking about it this way, he felt a lot easier to breathe.

Anyway, for Yang Ming, Liang Baiyu can hook up with many people and be loved by many people, but he can't love anyone.

Because in Yang Ming's heart, no one deserves to be loved by Liang Baiyu.

Even Chen Su was not good enough.

By the time Yang Ming deserted, Liang Baiyu was no longer on the bamboo chair.

There was a noise in the kitchen, he walked in, and saw Liang Baiyu unpacking the medicine package, preparing to boil the medicine.

"What does the Chinese medicine you drink treat?" Yang Ming approached.

"To replenish blood." Liang Baiyu poured the medicine into the cauldron, which he did skillfully and carelessly.

Yang Ming didn't quite believe it, he grabbed Liang Baiyu's right little finger without warning.

It was snowing, Liang Baiyu didn't add any clothes, but his hands were warm.Unlike him, he was obviously wrapped in rice dumplings, his hands were still like ice cubes, and he had several chilblains.

The cold Yang Ming smacked his lips: "You are not born with such a wonderful physique."

If it was like this from birth, the villagers wouldn't stare at Liang Baiyu's clothes and discuss endlessly.

Liang Baiyu pulled his little finger out of the young man's hand: "Why are you still holding onto it, and are you just so envious? Do you think it's okay to be afraid of the heat?"

"Season is good, winter is good, summer is bad." Yang Ming is quite objective.

"Summer..." Liang Baiyu drew a long lazy line at the end of his voice, "What is summer like in the village?"

Yang Ming rolled his eyes: "You really forgot everything before you left the village. Those who didn't know thought you hadn't lived here."

"It's hot in summer." Yang Ming said while watching Liang Baiyu pouring water into the pot, "Mosquitoes are caught, the power goes out every night, the mats are wet and sticky, and the straw under them will burn. stand up."

"Wearing or not wearing clothes is so hot that people will climb up the wall. Go under the tree to enjoy the cool air. Fly and bird droppings can fall on your head."

"Oh, by the way, there is also a little centipede, crawling around the house, trampled to death a stench."

"..."

Yang Ming croaked for a long time, and came up with a loveless summary: "Spring, summer, autumn and winter here are meaningless."

Liang Baiyu went to Guodongkou: "If you want to go out, read more."

Yang Ming stared: "Who said I want to go out?"

"Do you have any dreams?"

Yang Ming blurted out: "There are luxury cars and houses and endless money."

"Then we still have to go out." Liang Baiyu threw away the broken match, and made a second attempt. His hands were white and his face was pale. Against the background of the gray and black wall behind and the surrounding environment, there was something pitiful about it. the taste of.

"I'll come, I'll come!" Yang Ming couldn't stand it anymore and dragged him up, sat on the small bench by himself, and lit a fire.

Zhao Wenxiao ran to Liang Baiyu's house several times a day, taking all kinds of good things with him.Chen Suone never appeared.

Liang Baiyu didn't go anywhere, just stayed at home.

On the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Yang Ming came over and said, "My family is making rice cakes, do you want them?"

"Yes." Liang Baiyu didn't seem to notice the irritability on his face being forced to ask questions by his family, "How do you sell it?"

Yang Ming didn't directly quote the price his mother said, he felt ashamed.

His mother wouldn't let him get close to Liang Baiyu, and wanted to earn money from Liang Baiyu's pocket!

"Tell me." Liang Baiyu took a needle and poked at the shirt in a strange way.

Yang Ming took away his shirt and needle, quickly buttoned up the buttons, and asked casually, "The ones you bought after you came back are available in every house. Why do you only buy them at my house?"

"Because you were the first to come to my house." Liang Baiyu took a sip of cold water.

Yang Ming shook his hand, and the needle pricked his finger.

He thought about why Liang Baiyu chose his family, but he didn't expect it to be this.

At that time, he was holding curiosity and contempt for a dirty Beta, and his words were harsh.

Liang Baiyu glanced at the young man holding the needle in a daze: "Is there only rice cakes? Tell me what else you need at home during the Chinese New Year, and I will buy them all."

Yang Ming lowered his eyes: "How many years do you live alone?"

Liang Baiyu propped his chin with one hand, turned his face to the small courtyard filled with sunset, and murmured with a smile, "You have to celebrate the New Year alone."

A few days later, heavy snow came.

It can't stop for a while, it goes down during the day and at night, the houses, the paths, and the mountains are white.

The snow on the mountain was getting thicker and thicker, and the snow was almost knee-deep when you went down. Chen Suone had to reduce the number of patrols and the scope was also shortened a lot.He was sitting by the brazier in the house, shaking the firewood in the basin with a stick in his hand, the uneasiness in his heart lingered, and he really wanted to meet that person to make sure that he was okay.

Chen Fugui couldn't see that his son was out of his mind.

On the afternoon of the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, Chen Suone put his hand into the brazier.

Chen Fugui on the bed reacted quickly enough and yelled to remind his son in time, but he still burned a piece of skin off.

Chen Song didn't wrap his burnt hand, so he used a clean chicken feather to dip some homemade ointment on the wound, and the smell was very strong.What should he do, as if he doesn't know the pain.

Chen Fugui looked at his thinner son: "This snow has drowned your soul, right?"

Chen Suone swept the floor silently.

"Go away!" Chen Fugui smashed the radio on the small bedside cabinet, "Go down the mountain and buy me medicine!"

Chen Suone went down the mountain. He only put on a raincoat and forgot to wear rubber boots, so he wore sneakers. When he reached the foot of the mountain, his shoes and socks were soaked and dripping, and his trouser legs were rubbed in the snow. Every step he took was very difficult.

There was a creaking sound ahead.

There was a small figure in the whiteness, it was Cai Xiaojing, she came back from a classmate's house, she didn't finish her homework, she hurriedly put away her schoolbag and ran home, she fell several heads, her umbrella was broken, and her head hurt. It's all snow.

Seeing Chen Suone, Cai Xiaojing froze for a while and shouted at him, opened her mouth to take a big mouthful of snow, and spoke intermittently: "Uncle, it's not good, the old house of big brother's house... the old house..."

Chen Suone hurried over.

Cai Xiaojing's heavy schoolbag was taken away, she gasped and inhaled, panicking: "It collapsed! It collapsed under the weight of snow!"

Only Liang's house in the village was an earthen house, and his house collapsed.

Due to the heavy snowfall, not many people came out to watch the excitement, most of them just stood by their windows and watched.

Liang Baiyu sat in the snow with his neck pulled back and raised his head, staring blankly at the collapsed old house, he turned his head quietly, there was no sadness in his eyes, nothing was empty, snowflakes were condensed on his eyelashes , as he blinked and shook it down, new ones were added.

Chen Suone stood in front of him covered in hot sweat and a racing heart.

"Come up the mountain with me first." Chen Suk squatted down, raised his hand and carefully patted the snow on the young man's body.

Liang Baiyu lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "I've been looking forward to the snow for a long time, it's here, and my home is gone."

"After the new year, I'll help you build it." Chen Song said hoarsely.

The next second, Zhao Wenxiao's panting voice came from the left side: "Bai Yu, I found the two chickens you raised, and they are still alive."

Liang Baiyu's delicate chin tilted towards him, and she pulled her lips lightly: "Oh...that's good..."

"Baiyu, go to my place." Zhao Wenxiao came over, held the umbrella on top of Liang Baiyu's head, and pulled him with the other hand, "This side of the old house, do you have something to take, the snow has stopped, I will turn it over for you .”

Liang Baiyu was pulled up by him without any resistance.

The sleeves were pulled.

Liang Baiyu kept walking, and the person pulling his sleeve let go of his hand for fear that he would fall. He passed by and said softly, "Bodhisattva, it's almost Chinese New Year, don't go down the mountain to look for me again."

It was snowing heavily, and Chen Suone stood there, all alone.

He lowered his head, looking at the footprints of the young man leaving with others, his sweaty body was cold, and the snow drifted into his heart.