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After Chen Song cleared the snow from the roof, he drank a few sips of cold water and went to the yard to build a snowman.

He has lost a lot of weight, but he is still strong. His waist is narrow, his shoulders are broad, his back is thick and his muscles are thick. On top of his black rubber boots are two long, slender legs. His thighs are strong and powerful.

This is a mature and sexy figure that has experienced years of training and can withstand the years of training. The masculine hormones are extremely strong.

Just like green mountains and green waters, there is a kind of attraction of tranquility and precipitation.

The only spectator was stroking the dog and eating peanut candy under the eaves, his eyelids were listlessly wrinkled, and he lifted it up occasionally to pay attention to the progress of the snowman.

Alpha's body is first-rate, but it can't arouse any physiological thoughts in him.

He seems to be living in a different space with no desires and desires.

——Give birth to a bright and stunning skin with both strength and style, and a withered, desolate and dark gray heart.

The snowman is a baby.

Liang Baiyu put a raincoat on it, a bucket hat, a towel around his thick and short neck, and a fork in his hand. The whole thing looked like a child from a poor family who had already been in charge of the family.

But in its other hand it held... a peanut candy.

Life is both bitter and sweet.

Liang Baiyu asked Chen Suone to find a brightly colored towel. He cut out a piece of cloth, made a scarf for Xiao Hei, and tied it with a bow.

Xiao Hei seemed to like it very much. He limped around inside and outside the house, and the snow on his paws was everywhere.

Chen Fugui scolded a few words, but it was useless. He asked his son to remove the big red bow from the dog.

"Wear it for celebration." Chen Suone was tuning the radio.

Chen Fugui had an expression of disapproval: "Xiao Hei is a boy!"

Chen Song said: "Boys can also tie bows."

"How can boys tie bows?" Chen Fugui looked at Xiao Hei with disgust.

Chen Su put the radio on the table: "Dad, you have a stereotyped idea."

Chen Fugui was angry, and he was aggrieved by his son's accusation. He said in a low voice, "Your father and I are also literate..."

I'm too lazy to say half of the words.

Liang Baiyu has long hair, just like the girl's family.

It's not because of this that Chen Fugui doesn't want to see him. There is no need to explain this matter.

After Chen Suone left, Chen Fugui stared at Xiao Hei who was lying on top of his cloth shoes.

The son was not on his side, and neither was the dog.

One or two have no conscience.

Chen Fugui threw a dried potato in front of Xiao Hei: "That kid smells like blood and has a dark heart. He's not a good guy, and you're not afraid that he will kill you and eat you."

Xiao Hei wagged his tail and grabbed the dried potato, gnawing his teeth.

Chen Fugui said angrily, "Idiot."

"It's all fools."

In the evening, a rabbit bumped into the fence, and Chen Suone picked it up to shake the snow from its fur, and carried it to Liang Baiyu's bed.

"Baiyu, do you want a rabbit?"

A small snowflake landed on the tip of Liang Baiyu's nose, and his consciousness submerged in boiling water rose a little.

"Rabbit..."

Liang Baiyu didn't open his eyes, but stretched out his hand, and Chen Suone grabbed the rabbit and put it in his hand.

"It's so small." Liang Baiyu touched the rabbit's soft white fur with his hot fingertips, pinched its small body, "Eat it."

Chen Suone: "..."

"Is it braised or stewed?" he asked.

"Listen to your tone, you obviously don't want to kill the rabbit, why do you still do as I say?" Liang Baiyu propped up the bed and sat up, stroking the black hair of the shawl with both hands and pulling back, and the end of her red eyes She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, "Did you follow me whatever I said?"

This question was clearly ambiguous, but when it came out of Liang Baiyu's mouth, it seemed vague.

No one but himself knew what answer he wanted to hear.

The last time he hoped that Chen Song would not fall in love with him, it was he who personally gave the reminder.

Not this time.

Chen Song felt that the rabbit was hot, so he grabbed it carefully to do something.

Liang Baiyu looked at him for a while: "Take care of him."

Chen Su was stunned: "Don't eat?"

"That's right." Liang Baiyu shrugged, "Eat after fattening up. I have plenty of time, so don't worry."

Chen Song's throat tightened, and he looked at the young man with sad eyes.

There is plenty of time...

How much is that?

Liang Baiyu was playing with the little rabbit, the buttons of the floral shirt were undone a few times, and the exposed collarbone was deeply sunken, giving off a morbid beauty.

Chen Song put his coat on him.

On that night on 29, one silently said "I'm sorry" countless times but didn't dare to say a word in person, and the other didn't say thank you.

Having said that, mentioning it, it is just to open up that incident.

None of them want to do that.

Chen Suan used a saw to saw some wooden strips of similar size, and rough nailed a cage.

The rabbit lived like this.

Liang Baiyu squatted in front of the cage, looked at the rabbit huddled in the corner with his hands on his chin, and smiled softly, "You are locked up, so pitiful."

Rabbit shivered.

Liang Baiyu shook the cage and muttered: "I take back my words, you are not pitiful at all, you live in such a big place by yourself, it is not crowded at all, how spacious it is."

The rabbit stomped its hind legs, fear was written in its round eyes.

"Coward." Liang Baiyu snorted, took a cabbage leaf and poked it into a crack in the wood, "Eat it."

Rabbit didn't pass.

"Don't eat." Liang Baiyu understood, "It's like this when I first came here, it's okay, if you go hungry for one meal, two meals, one day, two days...you can eat everything..."

"I will eat anything..."

Liang Baiyu stuffed the vegetable leaves into his mouth, chewed and swallowed them slowly, put his hands behind his back, staggered softly humming Peking Opera and left.

The main room is lit with kerosene lamps.

Liang Baiyu was sleepy and wanted to sleep anywhere, just like that, but he subconsciously took the kerosene lamp to find Chen Suone.

I don't know what I want to do, and the parts in my brain are blunted.

Chen Suone wanted to start a fire, but there was no more firewood in the basket, so he lifted off the plastic film in the yard, and carried a handful of dry firewood from underneath to the kitchen.

When Liang Baiyu came in, Chen Suone was holding a piece of dry firewood to his knee, and snapped it into two pieces.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Liang Baiyu put the kerosene lamp together with the one in the kitchen.

Chen Song threw the firewood into the basket. He thought about finding something to do for this man, which might lift his spirits.

So Chen Suone screened out all the difficult, skillful and dangerous ones in the kitchen: "How many potato chips do you wash?"

"Okay." Liang Baiyu looked around, "Where are you?"

Chen Song pointed to a bag hanging on the wall: "After washing, put it in a bowl, and steam it on top of the rice later."

Liang Baiyu grabbed five yam chips, and washed them clumsily in a water ladle, making water all over the floor and body. He didn't care about it, but he got excited, and ran to break firewood when he was done.

As a result, he got a thorn in his hand.

Liang Baiyu put his finger between the hot and humid teeth, sucked it a few times, took it out and squeezed it.

Not only was the thorn not squeezed out by him, but it even ran inside.

Chen Song returned to him with a sewing needle: "Give me your hand."

Liang Baiyu stretched out his hand.

There is still a little transparent body fluid on it.

Chen Suan wiped his face sullenly, and lowered his head to criticize him: "It doesn't hurt, it will be fine in a while."