brown sugar eggs

Snowflakes squeezed into the forest.

The howling of the wind is wrapped in the silence of the cold night.

The scorched smell of bloody blood in the air has dispersed in sevens and eighties.

The top-level Alpha was stimulated to go crazy, the gland that had been closed for a long time burst open, and the impact of the landslide smashed all rational humanity, causing him to enter a false estrus state on the spot.

endured.

did my best.

Body and soul held by a pheromone-free Beta.

He grabbed his bloody back neck and walked away.

Like a wolf king in the mountains, he has an extremely terrifying desire to monopolize food. Even if the physical hunger is about to explode, the secretion of pheromones in the mouth drips on the corners of his lips and rubs against Omega's trembling shoulder blades before swallowing. Nor will they disassemble food in front of the same kind.

Zhao Wenxiao was lying in the snow, his chest heaving and falling chaotically, the bridge of his nose was almost broken, the mucous membrane of his nose was torn, and every breath he took in and out had a fishy smell.

"Hey hey hey..."

Laughter suddenly came from the silver-clad woods.

It sounded like an adult pretending to be a child laughing, and it sounded creepy and creepy.

"rustle"

The sound of feet stepping on the snow spread all the way to Zhao Wenxiao.

The person who came was Zhang's mother, who ran out from nowhere, how long she had stayed in the mountains, barefoot in the winter, and her body smelled like pot water that had been stored for ten or eight months.

"Boss Zhao, you guys broke up. I told you that he remembered things when he was a child. If you don't believe me, it's all right now."

Mother Zhang leaned forward strangely, and whispered, "Did you do something to him before, thinking that he really forgot, and now he has recovered the debt?"

Zhao Wenxiao ignored the crazy woman.

Mother Zhang pointed to herself: "Me, he used to call my sister clinging to me. His dad thought I liked him so much. He put him in my house that night when he went to the mountains to find his mother and let me watch him. My dad covered his mouth and pressed him on the bed, he struggled to grab my clothes, I broke his hand, took the [-] cents or [-] cents my dad gave me, and went out of the house, and slept with my mother."

"After his parents had an accident, he fell ill and had a fever, and no one in the village cared about him. My family sold him, just his cousin from afar, it was fake, he was a personal trafficker hahaha, and the huge sum of money he sold made me dowry."

Zhang's mother was biting her dirty black nails nervously, her eyes widened to the extreme, and the scar on her face twitched: "If I knew it earlier, I should have been killed...Killed!"

In the next second, Zhang's mother laughed again, with a crazy grin on the corner of her mouth: "But it's been so many years since he came back to the village to look for me. I guess he never had a chance, and his life is not good."

"People in the city like beautiful children. When kittens and puppies are locked in small cages, they can be trained and played when they have nothing to do."

"He was taken away by traffickers, why didn't he die, shouldn't he be played to death, what's wrong with my son, my husband and my whole family were destroyed by him, vixen, he was touched by my dad before he learned to walk Crying like other children only know how to laugh, my dad fed all three pieces of candy to him and didn't leave me a piece of it, he would seduce people since he was a child, he would get mad at a man just like his mother, a dirty bastard and a lowly thing ...uh... ho..."

The incoherent voice of Zhang's mother tongue stopped abruptly, and her tattered body fell to the ground with a twisted and hateful expression.

Bloody handprints around the neck.

"Bitch."

Zhao Wenxiao kicked the corpse into the snow pit and spat out a mouthful of blood. He dragged a broken leg and swayed forward covered in blood. It didn't take long before he fell headfirst.

On New Year's Eve, news of Yang Dayong's death spread throughout the village.

How exactly he died, and what he looked like when he died, no one knows these things. His brother only said that the wound was infected and the injury worsened. There was no one guarding the bed, and the night passed just like that.

As for his funeral, it is not easy to deal with the New Year's Eve, no one is willing to carry his coffin, no matter how much money is given, it is unlucky.

His younger brother parked his body in the main room. His son didn't prepare a shroud for him. He wore someone else's old man's clothes, which were so tight that they didn't fit him.

As for his son, he didn't know where he went, and he couldn't find anyone. Fortunately, his brother took care of everything for him.

The snow is still falling, layer by layer.

The footprints left by walking will disappear in a short time.

Yang Dayong's death does not affect the New Year's Eve of the villagers. The custom left by the ancestors is to visit the graves of relatives in the morning of the [-]th.

In previous years, the whole family went out together. This year, the weather was bad and the snow was heavy. The head of each family carried a big bag of paper and struggled into the mountain with a stick.

There is snow all over the grave, and it takes time to clean it.

No one does not complain.

When I kowtow, my knees can’t even touch the snow, so I just pretend, but I still pray to the deceased relatives in my heart, begging for this and that.

There is smoke from cooking in the deep mountains, and the snowflakes wherever it passes are covered with the smell of fireworks.

It was Chen Fugui who started the fire. He had to move from the room to the kitchen with great effort. His forehead was scratched and his jacket was covered in dust.

The water in the cauldron boiled, and the lid of the cauldron was pushed up, but Chen Fugui sat on the bench and couldn't get up.

"What year has it been?" Chen Fugui threw the tongs heavily into the pot hole.

The kitchen door was pushed open from the outside, and Chen Suone walked in with a pale face. He had just woken up, his eyelids were swollen and his eyes were bloodshot, his face was in a daze, his footsteps were weak, as if he had narrowly escaped from a serious illness.

Chen Fugui wanted to say something, but when he saw the scabbed wound on his son's head, he just pushed the basket of pine hairs to the ground.

When a person gets old, his head doesn't grow any longer, and when he gets angry, he looks more and more like a child.

Chen Fugui's throat was clogged with phlegm, and his panting sound was very muddy. The fire in his heart was not purely mixed with other impurities, and he had nowhere to vent it, and he didn't have the physical energy.

Last night he was woken up by the movement outside. The pheromone erupted by his son was more terrifying than the blizzard he experienced when he was a child. He wanted to go out to see what happened to his son, whether the gland was injured or healed. The pheromone level was at a high level It's over, but no matter if he is more excited or worried, he can't move.

It wasn't until dawn that the oppression of instinctive perception gradually eased.

Chen Fugui got out of bed tremblingly, and walked slowly to his son's room. He was only thinking about how his son would get through when he was in heat, but he saw someone he didn't want to see.

The villain of the Liang family was wearing a tattered and dirty cheongsam, sleeping with his son.

To be precise, it was the son who curled up his hands and feet and nestled in the other's arms.

A big, tall guy who sleeps like that makes him uncomfortable and awkward.

Not to mention the injury on the head and the blood on the clothes, I don't know if there are other injuries.

But his son was resting on the evil star's arm, rubbing his head against the opponent's shoulder, with a relaxed expression on his face covered with dried blood, and...

There is also a finger of the evil star.

At that time, Chen Fugui was overly stimulated by the scene in front of him, he was still, and the picture of his son who was just born flashed through his mind.

Chen Fugui couldn't figure it out. The evil star of the Liang family was a scheming man who broke promises, was despicable and shameless, was extremely restless and was not suitable for close friends, why his son was locked up and couldn't get out.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is obsessed with ghosts.

Otherwise, his son would not have gained a sense of security from the other party during the fever of out-of-control pheromones.

I don't know how many internal injuries I have endured before I can fall asleep.

——The biological world of adults has come to a full stop in the soothing way of babies.

The more Chen Fugui thought about it, the more angry he became. He picked up the dry firewood next to the bench and threw it on the cabinet.

The old dishes in the cabinet that have been used for decades are vibrating.

Chen Suone carried his father back into the house without saying a word, his vitality was seriously injured, he would not be out of breath when doing such an action, but this time his eyes were darkened and he almost fell to his knees.

"What are you doing when you get up, lie down." Chen Fugui said, "Go down the mountain in the morning to see the wound."

"It's okay." Chen Suone rubbed some red lotion on his father's forehead injury, he wiped his face, his cold palms were full of sweat, "I'll go get some water."

Chen Fugui stopped his son and wanted to ask about what happened last night, but he didn't bother to ask anymore.

One thing he did not misunderstand, his son is not a waste.

That's it.

As for whether his son's pheromone can be released freely, whether the concentration can be controlled, and whether the gland can be restored, he has no time to wait and see, and can only hope that everything will come true.

Liang Baiyu was in a coma for a day, and when the villagers at the foot of the mountain were having their New Year's Eve dinner, he woke up.

Both consciousness and soul are back.

Chen Suone looked at him at a distance from the bed, his eyes were red.

"Cough..." Liang Baiyu frowned lightly and gasped, "Why are you standing so far away, come here."

Chen Song didn't move.

Liang Baiyu had gauze wrapped around his entire neck to cover the deep and messy bite wounds, and his cheongsam was replaced with loose and oversized quilted hangers and trousers, both old and clean, with mothballs in them smell.

"If I tell you to come here, come here." Liang Baiyu's face was much whiter than the gauze, but there was not much sickness in his eyes, and he pouted coquettishly.

Chen Suone lowered his head and walked to the bed. He also changed his clothes, and the decadent anxiety in his heart was heavier than yesterday, which almost crushed him.

Liang Baiyu crooked a strand of hair and smelled it. Although it hadn't been washed, it was okay. There was no smell that made him sick. He raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes: "Are there brown sugar eggs in the pot?"

Chen Song shook his head: "I'll go get it for you..."

"Forget it, I don't really want to eat now." Liang Baiyu interrupted him, and said leisurely, "I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time."

Chen Song's mouth was bitter. He was as silent as a stone, which can be seen everywhere in the mountains, but he was extremely strong and rigid.

Now it is a broken stone that has been drenched by spring water, but fell into the ice hole.

"I told you not to come down the mountain to find me again," Liang Baiyu said with inexplicable emotion, "You are really obedient."

Chen Suone's eyes fell on the young man's hands outside the quilt.

The nails are round and full, the phalanges are beautiful and well-proportioned, and the hand looks like a noble person, born rich and free from crimes or burdens.

Actually...

Liang Baiyu suddenly asked, "Where are the portraits of my parents?"

"It's in the drawer." As Chen Su said, he went to open the drawer of the small table not far away, and took out two portraits.

Chen Song's chaotic memory contained this scene. When the young man was walking up the mountain with his neck in his hands and his buttocks in his hands, he tremblingly grabbed his hair and said he wanted to get a portrait.

After taking the portrait, the young man kept holding it in his arms, and he didn't let go after he passed out.

Chen Suone fished it out little by little in the morning and found a place to store it temporarily.

Liang Baiyu only looked at the portrait, and did not let Chen Suone take it over. He lowered his eyes and was quiet for a while, then heard Chen Suone ask, "Is your medicine at Zhao's?"

"It's over." Liang Baiyu said.

After a "boom" sounded in Chen Su's head, he couldn't hear anything.

What does finished mean?

Chen Sunk stared blankly at the person on the bed, his thin and sickly white face was filled with indescribable bewilderment, and his eyes were terribly red.

"I'm kidding you." Liang Baiyu blinked mischievously and smiled, then muttered, "I lost the medicine bottle."

"Maybe it was the place where you gave me Mao Lizi before, the one where I lay down..."

Before he finished speaking, the man had strode out.

Chen Song found the medicine bottle and came back, watching Liang Baiyu swallow the medicine.

Once Liang Baiyu took the medicine before, his energy and spirit would recover, as if he had never been ill, but this time it was not like that, his lips were still colorless.

Chen Suone sat on a stool shaking the snow particles from his trousers. He couldn't go to the county town at the end of the year, so he asked his trusted relatives to check at the post office, but there was no reply from his friends.

I don't know if my friend didn't find the capsule information or forgot to send it.

Chen Suone closed his tired and dry eyes. In the past few months, he often wished that he could have two bodies.

Not enough time either.

There was a crisp sound of "crack" from the foot of the mountain.

This will not be the time to set off firecrackers to welcome the New Year, but children are playing and throwing cannons.

There is only one family on the mountain, three people and one dog. They are either injured or sick. It is really not a year.

Liang Baiyu asked about Xiao Hei.

Chen Song said that the dog had injured its leg some time ago and was lying in the den.

"What a poor boy." Liang Baiyu looked at the wooden window inside the desk, "Why don't you paste the word 'Fu'?"

Chen Suone got up and went out, and took a freshly written "Fu" character and a bowl of batter into the house after a while.

Blessed, the big red is very festive, Liang Baiyu nodded in satisfaction, and asked again: "How about the New Year's Eve dinner?"

Chen Suone was pressing the corner of the red paper and didn't react for a while.

Liang Baiyu changed the question: "Has your father eaten?"

"I ate porridge and fell asleep."

Liang Baiyu pressed his left hand with his right hand under the quilt, and scratched his left wrist a few times with his fingertips through the plaster on his left wrist. It was very itchy, and the scratching was not enough. It would be better if he pinched it harder. He dragged his voice and asked: " What did you eat then?"

Chen Song didn't speak.

"Did you eat?" Liang Baiyu said with a smile, "Let's eat together."

Without waiting for Chen Suone to respond, Liang Baiyu started talking to himself, "What did you eat in the past? The must-haves for Chinese New Year, red bean rice, fish every year, steamed pork with rice noodles...ah, my mouth is watering."

"I'm going to burn it now." Chen Song said.

"Burning it now, how late can we eat it." Liang Baiyu thought for a while, "Let's keep it simple, how about pork shredded noodles?"

"it is good."

Chen Suone killed the pig, marinated part of the meat, and asked relatives to help sell most of the rest, leaving only two pieces of meat for Chinese New Year.

There was a row of cured meat hanging on the wall of the kitchen, and the fresh ones were also on the side. He took a kitchen knife and cut some thin and fat ones, cut them into thin shreds and wrapped them in flour.

He had soaked the rice noodles given by his relatives before dark, and they were almost soft. He grabbed them and put them in the pot with cold water, and then took a few small cakes made of rice noodles and soup fruits from the water tank and put them in.

While cooking a bowl of shredded pork noodles, Chen Song thought a lot, and it seemed that those things had already settled in his heart, and he had already made preparations at a certain moment that he didn't realize.

Chen Song put the noodles into a bowl and removed the layer of oil slick on them. When he carried the noodles into the room, Liang Baiyu lay motionless.

At that moment, Chen Song almost couldn't hold the bowl.

When he opened his eyes in the morning, the young man beside him looked like this, and the ups and downs of his heart could hardly be seen.

"The noodles are ready." A murmur broke the frozen air in the room.

Chen Su's heart started beating again.

Liang Baiyu didn't have much energy, he sat up slowly, opened his mouth slightly and let out an "ah", asking Chen Suone to feed him.

Regarding Zhao Wenxiao's death or not, that cheongsam, pheromones, killing madness, all kinds of abnormal things in the forest late at night... None of them mentioned a word.

Chen couldn't bear to ask Liang Baiyu what happened last night, unless he got over it and put it down, and was willing to reveal it.

The light of the kerosene lamp dimmed, the snow outside the window stopped, and the wind blew through the cracks in the window and door.

The man was sitting by the bed with a bowl in his hand. He rubbed some potion on the wound on his head. He smelled like home. His eyebrows were high and his eye sockets were deep. I don’t know if he was tired or he had lost too much mind recently. The corners of his eyes were dark. A little fine lines have been removed, and the vicissitudes of life after experiencing setbacks are more sexy.

He bowed his head and blew the noodles with a gentle expression.

Liang Baiyu, who was leaning on the head of the bed, leaned forward, put his hands on the man's stiff legs, looked up at him slightly, and said softly, "Are you... in love with me?"

Chen Suone was about to send the noodles on the chopsticks to the mouth of the person in front of him, when he heard this, he froze.

The young man was very close to him and kept looking at him.

A weak breath sprayed on his chin, making him feel unreal.

After a few minutes, the noodles with the chopsticks were completely cold, and Chen Suone met the young man's gaze.

The young man's eyes are still very bright and charming, but if you look at him for a little longer at this moment, you will find his burden and pressure. The answers he wants to hear are all written in his eyes. Pet.

Chen Song swallowed with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice, "No."

He raised his hand to wipe off a small piece of broken noodles from the young man's mouth, and said, "I'm not in love with you."

Liang Baiyu laughed immediately: "That's good."

The next moment, he leaned back against the head of the bed and repeated vaguely: "That's good..."