brown sugar eggs

The young woman was bent over all the time, with a few white hairs on top of her head.

"Snapped……"

Water oozes from the damp concrete wall, and a drop of boiled water slid down the wall and hit Liang Baiyu's feet. He supported Chen Suone's shoulders and turned the cotton shoes he was wearing backwards.

"If you beg me, I will still give the same answer." Liang Baiyu said, "I have nothing to hide."

After saying that, Liang Baiyu dictated the whole process from Yang Ming's visit to Zhao Wenxiao's house to his departure that day, and he said, "That's all."

Yang Lingling stared at him with red eyes from crying: "Is there anything else?"

Liang Baiyu didn't avoid her eyes, and directly met her with a fluke expectation, and smashed it: "Nothing else."

Yang Lingling's lips trembled: "At the end of last year, I approached you several times, and the conversations were not pleasant. You don't like me, and you deliberately tripped me up at this time..."

"Mr. Yang, let me clarify two things," Liang Baiyu interrupted, "One, I'm not so free. Two, I don't dislike you either."

Yang Lingling wiped off the snot with the crumpled toilet paper in her hand, and was about to say, "You can still like me and you can say such nonsense", when he heard him say, "I mean, my time and The energy is spent on fixed people and things, and you are not in it."

Whether you like it or not, it doesn't matter.

It wasn't embarrassment that dominated Yang Lingling's emotional composition, and she didn't bother to guess whether there was any irony in Liang Baiyu's words, and now her mind was full of her brother's whereabouts.

"Then where did he go..." Yang Lingling tore the toilet paper between her fingers, her eyes were blank, "I've visited all the friends who had a good time, but I haven't seen him..."

Liang Baiyu didn't speak.

Seeing that he was not standing stably, Chen Su raised his arms to protect him from behind to prevent him from falling.

At the door, only the young woman was talking to herself on the verge of despair.

"He often runs here and there in and outside the village, and he doesn't come back to sleep all year round. We are all used to it. It's the same when visiting relatives to ask for things and giving things to other houses during the New Year. It's the same."

"It's common to stay at a relative's house for a few days. If you don't come back on the 28th, you will definitely be back on the evening of the 29th or the morning of the [-]th. The family is still waiting for him to post Spring Festival couplets."

"I don't know if I don't see anyone at thirty o'clock in the morning."

"I went to my second uncle's house...and asked...that's why I found out such a big thing."

"He only stayed at the second uncle's house for one night that day, and left after lunch the next day."

"24... the second day of the new year... a week, and I haven't been home, where can I go?"

"It is impossible to go to the county to play, he has no money."

"He ran away from home and went to sleep in someone else's house before, but this time there was no quarrel."

"Chinese New Year, no matter what happened, where, what to do, I will go home on New Year's Eve..."

There is also a worst result, which I dare not even think about.

Subconsciously avoided.

Yang Lingling tore up the last piece of toilet paper, and she looked up at Liang Baiyu, who was protected by Chen Suone's arms.

In the village, her younger brother ran to Liang Baiyu's house the most. No matter how the family tried to persuade him or quarreled, he always followed him around.

Liang Baiyu had no grievances or enmities with her brother, and the way they got along didn't look like they were just playing with him.

and so……

Liang Baiyu didn't have a reason to make smoke bombs under the premise of knowing that her brother was missing.

He really didn't have to hide anything.

This fact that had to be admitted instantly swallowed Yang Lingling completely, she took several steps back, her thin body hit the wall, haggard and dazed.

"We thought he was at the second uncle's house, and the second uncle thought he had returned long ago."

"Walking normally, the distance between the two families is about an hour or so. It is difficult to walk in snowy weather, and it will not take two hours anyway. We have looked for the road and asked people on the road, and they all said that they did not see it... After all Where did you go!"

Speaking of the second half of the sentence, Yang Lingling screamed, rolled her eyes and passed out.

Chen Fugui, who had been listening to the movement in the room for a long time, didn't call his son, he went out step by step with the help of the wall, and when he saw the daughter of the Yang family lying unconscious on the bed, he immediately stared.

"what happened?"

Chen Suo covered Yang Lingling with a quilt and briefly explained the situation.

Chen Fugui's skinny face was serious: "Where's Liang Baiyu? If he knows anything, tell him quickly, don't do too many evil things, his parents are watching from the ground!"

"He has said everything he should say." Chen Song walked to the door and lowered the curtain hanging beside him.

Chen Fugui, leaning on the door frame, lowered his voice: "The countryside is not like the city. If the conditions are good, you can ride a bicycle at most. There are no four wheels. There will be no serious car accidents, and human traffickers will not be able to abduct eighteen or nineteen year olds... ..."

Chen Fugui paused, "Isn't Boy Ming about to have a fever?"

Chen Song held his trembling father by the arm: "Yang Lingling didn't mention it."

"That should be very early. As long as there is no physical fragility a few days before the febrile period, no one in the surrounding villages can take advantage of Ming boy with his naughtiness and ability." Chen Fugui came here from the house. He had almost exhausted his mind, and he couldn't catch his breath while talking, let alone discussing and analyzing the matter of Yang's son.

Chen Song escorted his father back to the house. He found Liang Baiyu outside the courtyard, and approached with slow steps without saying a word.

Liang Baiyu squatted in the snow and wiped off the snow on the tree stump in front of him.

Chen Song stood quietly.

All the snow on the tree stump fell off, Liang Baiyu wiped it with his sleeve, and sat on it. He looked down at the crushed snow squeezed between his fingernails, and suddenly said, "I want to eat lychees."

Chen Song whispered: "I don't have any at home, can longan be used?"

Liang Baiyu didn't say yes or no.

Chen Song went back and opened the cabinet, found a bag of longan from among the miscellaneous but uncluttered gifts, opened it and grabbed a handful and put it in his pocket. He returned the same way, peeled a longan and sent it to Liang Baiyu.

Liang Baiyu opened his mouth slightly.

Chen Su pressed the longan between his teeth, and held the shell in his hand.

The world is very quiet.

Liang Baiyu ate the longan, and a whisper sounded above her head, "I stopped Yang Lingling because I didn't want her to disturb you, and she didn't come because of her brother."

He rolled the small nucleus with the tip of his tongue, and said in a vague voice, "That kid's heart is not bad."

"Auspicious people have their own celestial features." Chen Song said.

Liang Baiyu spat out the little nucleus and saw that half of its body sank into the snow: "Will it sprout next year?"

"No." Chen Song shielded him from the cold wind, "This is dried longan."

"Okay." Liang Baiyu sighed in disappointment. He supported his legs with both hands, his slender upper body leaned forward in a loose arc, his eyes were looking at something, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

Not long after, a loud roar suddenly came from the woods.

"Lingling! Your dad is calling you home!"

"Someone found—"

"In Yellowstone Village—"

Yang Lingling was woken up by Chen Suone and stumbled down the hill.Liang Baiyu asked Chen Suone to go with him.

Chen Su and Yang Lingling's family went to Huangshi Village and went straight to a family, only to find that the family picked up Yang Changxin instead of Yang Ming.

According to the custom, the second day of the new year is the day of worshiping new spirits.

That is to say, if someone died in a family last year, this year there will be a table or a few tables with big fish and meat, and relatives who come to the door with things will be invited to have a meal.

Therefore, the second day of every year is a festival for the dead.

Chen Song's family doesn't care about this custom, but most of them do.

No one in my family passed away last year, so I really don't want anyone to visit me on this day, it feels bad luck.

Usually no one will be in a hurry to find happiness.

Just drop by and wait for the third day of junior high school.

The family who picked up Yang Changxin was an honest person, and he didn't show any signs of embarrassment. The tea was served and the fruit plate was full, and his attitude was very polite.

But Yang Lingling's parents saw that the person was not their child, so they couldn't do it on the spot, and just cried in someone else's house, regardless of whether it was the second day of the Lunar New Year.

Yang Lingling's condition is very bad, and she can't comfort her parents.

As for Chen Suone, he is an outsider, and what he can do is very limited.

Chen Song came back very late, smelling of cigarettes all over his body.

Liang Baiyu became dizzy several times, and his eyelids could not be opened. He used the light of the kerosene lamp to take a look at the man who was sitting on the stool when he entered the room: "What's the matter?"

Chen Song covered his dry eyes with both hands, and pressed them up and down: "It's not Yang Ming."

The fire in the basin was almost over, so he added some straw and some firewood, poked it with the tongs, and revealed the situation during the day with a hoarse voice.

The wind rattled the windows.

Liang Baiyu was resting on the pillow, holding his left wrist with his right hand, his consciousness was scattered by a sudden bone-eroding pain, and he couldn't get together, couldn't concentrate on any one thing.

Chen Su got up and closed the door. He didn't look forward to walking and kicked over the spittoon.

Fortunately, the spittoon was empty, otherwise the smell in the room would kill people tonight.

Chen Sunk closed the door and went back to the stool. He lowered his head and clasped his hands. He forgot to ask Liang Baiyu how the dinner was settled, and he didn't take off the wet shoes on his feet.

Liang Baiyu relieved the pain, and his thoughts cleared up a little. He grabbed the head of the quilt, wiped off the cold sweat on his face and neck, and asked lightly, "Did you hear what Yang Changxin said?"

Chen Suone turned his back to Liang Baiyu: "He is out of his mind and talked nonsense."

"Oh," Liang Baiyu's breath was weak, as if he was about to fall asleep, "then just listen to it."

"Well, just listen to it."

Chen Song squeezed his ten fingers tightly.

But after he heard it, he wanted to kill Yang Changxin.

Just a little.

Chen Song spread his hands, and the faint halo illuminated the thick and hard calluses in his palms. With these hands, he wrote a few pages of application reports, took a gun, and saved teammates whose lives were hanging by a thread. He also hugged a bloody newborn, and now he actually wants to kill an ordinary person whose life is dying.

Just for things that haven't been checked yet.

The most frightening thing was that even if he went back to that moment, he would still have that thought.

What flashed through his mind was almost brutal, several acts of massacre.

Chen Suone bowed his waist and covered his face, the smell of mud and blood from his hands flooded into his breath.

He is not eligible to return to the team.

Yang Lingling is a teacher, and the villagers respect her very much. Her brother disappeared, and everyone helped to find him year after year, but they still couldn't find him.

The old village chief went to several villages himself, and found out that on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, a pair of brothers met Yang Ming on the road in the next village.

At that time, Yang Ming was chattering and bragging in all directions, and the one he talked to them most was Liang Baiyu.

Anyway, very happy.

Looking forward to the new year.

Brother Alpha among the siblings knew that Yang Ming had an accident, and he cried. The person he liked just now can't be found anymore.

Accidents know no place.

What is simple is the mountain village, not the people.

At least not entirely.

An unmarked, decent-looking little Omega, who can't be seen alive or dead, can cause many speculations, and they will all be concentrated in one direction in the end.

People in the village discussed secretly, and it was inevitable to sigh.

Last year was a year of disasters, first the Liu family had an accident, then the Zhang family, and then the Yang family.

Either the eldest son of these three families died tragically, or the family was wiped out, or... the eldest was stabbed by a widow, and he left within two days. As for the son who came back from the county, his own Alpha disappeared somehow, and now he is arrested. After taking him back to the village, he was lying at home unattended, with only one breath left.

The old and young family was pretty good at first, but the son disappeared after leaving a relative.

If you can't find someone, who is in the mood to farm and cook for a living.

The family was overwhelmed by a sense of suffocation and depression. Yang Lingling could not continue teaching. She quit her job as a teacher and took her parents on the road to find her younger brother.

This walk, I don't know when it will be the end.

Can I come back.

Yang's mother was pulling the cart, and Yang's father, who was sick, was lying on it covered with a cotton quilt, and Yang Lingling was behind pushing the cart.

There are many people who send them, not only gifts, but also money.

There are also so few who wiped tears.

Everything can be contagious, and everything can follow suit. The sad atmosphere is so thick that it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Liang Baiyu stood on the hillside with his hands in his pockets, his long hair fluttering in the wind, his peripheral vision passed through the hair in front of him, and landed on the man who peeped at him several times: "What do you want to say?" Just say it."

Chen Song said: "Zhao Wenxiao's life and death are unknown."

Liang Baiyu didn't turn his head, he was still facing the village at the foot of the mountain and the crooked fields, and asked a strange question: "Where's Dr. Huang?"

"People are not at home, clinics are closed."

"The clinic is closed..." Liang Baiyu narrowed his eyes, "Then what should your father do?"

"The medicine is enough." Chen Song said, "As long as there are no accidents, the medicine can last more than half a year."

"That's good." Liang Baiyu took out one hand and tugged on Chen Suone's sleeve, "Let's go, don't read, go somewhere with me."

Talking about not looking, Liang Baiyu's gaze still stayed on the three members of the Yang family on the pond for a few seconds.

There were not many mood swings in those few seconds.

It can barely be said to be seeing off.

Sending off three fellow villagers who have no friendship with him, that's all.

Liang Baiyu couldn't walk anymore after walking in the mountains for a long time. His whole body was covered with hot sweat, and his face was pale and looked scary.

Chen Suone walked away with his back.

Liang Baiyu said which direction to turn, and Chen Suone would turn in which direction, and it was all up to him.

The destination is on the south side of the mountain.

Under Liang Baiyu's command, Chen Su pulled out a small knife and a wallet of various colors from a bush.

It turned out that both things were buried under the snow.

It will snow seventy-seven eighty-eight, and they will be exposed. Due to the weather, no money in the wallet has been picked up.

After returning, Liang Baiyu casually threw the bulging wallet on the small table. He pushed aside the knife, closed it, and repeated this action over and over again.

Chen Su was afraid that Liang Baiyu would hurt him, so he kept watching from the sidelines.

"Bodhisattva, do you have an incense burner at home?"

A voice suddenly sounded in his ear, and Chen Su was taken aback: "Yes." I used it for Chinese New Year in previous years, but I forgot it this year.

Liang Baiyu wiped off the slight rust on the blade with his fingertips: "Where is the fragrance?"

"Yes, I'll get it." Chen Song took out the small incense burner that was older than him, wiped off the dust on it with a damp rag, and placed it on the table in the main room.

Not long after, Liang Baiyu stood in front of the table. He was wearing Chen Suone's old coat that was too small. The floral shirt inside was buttoned up and the collar was untied. He held three sticks of incense in his pale hands.

Chen Suone struck the match and lit the incense one by one.

Liang Baiyu put the incense in the censer and watched the wisps of green smoke drifting to the face of the Buddha sticker on the wall.

He has never seen a god.

Maybe there is.

I hope so.