brown sugar eggs

The snow on the mountain was getting less and less every day, and Liang Baiyu's sleepiness was getting longer and longer every day.

Chen Song split into two selves, one took care of the two patients at home in an orderly manner, while the other fell into the abyss of anxiety and panic.

Liang Baiyu always asked Chen Su if spring had come.

Chen Song always said that it was spring.

Every time Liang Baiyu looked out the window, he murmured in disappointment, "Why haven't the trees in the courtyard sprouted yet..."

Chen Song kept Liang Baiyu's obsession in his heart, and one day he found a tree that germinated first, and he tore off a bit of green to take back with him.

Liang Baiyu saw Lu, and asked him when the azalea on the mountain would bloom.

Chen Song said soon.

Liang Baiyu threw a small twig into the sewing basket on the table: "It's almost...alright."

The teapot on the stove boiled and gurgled.

Chen Song put water into the water bottle, and he glanced at the person lying by the window: "Is there anything you want to eat today?"

Liang Baiyu did not respond.

The gauze around his neck was removed a few days ago, revealing pale skin and ferocious bite scars. He closed his eyes slightly, immersed in his own small world.

I don't know what season it is, whether it is windy or not, whether it is sunny or rainy.

Chen Su put down the empty teapot and walked over. He lowered his head and stared at the young man for a while, repeating the question just now.

"I don't have anything to eat." Liang Baiyu rubbed his chin against his arm, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a big white goose came into his vision. After watching it for a while, he changed his mind and said, "I want to eat noodles. Have it."

Chen Su was stunned for a few seconds: "Yes."

"It's just last year's, it's old and not fresh." He said, "This year's can only be fried after the wheat is harvested in May."

"Last year's will be fine." Liang Baiyu turned his head and smiled at Chen Su, "Give me some."

Chen Song turned the powder in the iron pipe upside down, poured out some and soaked it in a bowl with boiling water, stirred it with a spoon, put it warm and brought it into the house.

The person lying by the window fell asleep.

With the bowl in one hand, Chen Suone touched the forehead, cheek, nose, neck artery, and heart of the person in front of him with the other.

It became his instinct to touch these places skillfully and smoothly.

Whenever Chen Suone saw Liang Baiyu falling into a deep sleep, he would do so subconsciously.

Liang Baiyu breathed and had a heartbeat, so Chen Suone would breathe and have a heartbeat.

No one knew how afraid Chen Su was that Liang Baiyu would just fall asleep like that.

Liang Baiyu never took the medicine in front of Chen Suone, he took it by himself.

So Chen Su didn't know that Liang Baiyu's drug dosage had more than doubled at the end of last year.

The pace towards the destination slowed down, and what I could experience more was not only the people and scenery along the way, but also the pain and suffering along the way.

Chen Suone's energy was limited, so he told the old village chief about his family's situation, hoping to recruit other forest rangers.

A few days later, there were two more villagers in the mountain.

Chen Song had more time to stay at home. He repaired the fence and dug up two peach trees in front of Liang Baiyu's house and planted them in the yard.

On a sunny afternoon, Liang Baiyu was sitting under a tree, shaking the medicine bottles that rattled sparsely.

"Not much more..." He raised his head, reached out and shook a branch with many green heads, and the tree shadow danced on his face full of vigor and vitality.

Chen Suone was drawing water from the well.

The quilts and quilts were drying on the drying racks set up with a few bamboos, and the cotton was old and dark gray.

The little black dog was sleeping soundly in the shadow under the quilt.

Chopped vegetable leaves were sprinkled on the sunny ground, and a group of fluffy chicks and ducklings gathered there to eat and drink.

Spring has really come.

The temperature rose a little, and it was still cold in the morning and evening, but Liang Baiyu no longer wore Chen Suone's coat, and the one he wore when he returned to the village last year returned to him.

Everything seems to have not changed, and everything seems to have changed.

Liang Baiyu hadn't been down the mountain once in a year, and everything in the village seemed to have been wiped out by him. The little time he spent sober every day really couldn't support him to think about many things.

However, there are many people in the village who miss him.

Except for those who wanted to eat but couldn't eat it, those who were curious about whether he was dead, or those who simply wanted to see him as their belief in life, such as Cai Xiaojing.

Her father said that she would go out of town to start a side job this year, but her mother was worried and had to follow.

One is annoying and refuses to follow, and the other who is suspicious has to follow. The two quarreled and quarreled, and the tables, chairs and benches were all smashed.

Cai Xiaojing got used to it, she didn't go out to cry, nor was she scared, she just hid in the house and did her homework.

An exercise book was not finished, her mother rushed in to vent her anger on her, grabbed her ear and pinched her arm, and then began to scold Liang Baiyu, very harshly.

That's what her mother does after every fight with her father.

No matter how angry they were, what the reason for the quarrel was, they always ended up scolding Liang Baiyu who was irrelevant.

What's more, her mother never beat her elder brother and younger brother.

Just hit her dick.

Not long after the yelling at home stopped, Cai Xiaojing sneaked out over the wall and ran towards the mountains.

As she ran, her tears fell, and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand while running.

The hands are chapped, peeling and cracked, soaked with tears, and painful.

Cai Xiaojing stopped when she couldn't run, she sobbed and held back, and couldn't help crying loudly.

Why not grow up!

When can I leave home, leave here!

Cai Xiaojing was tired from crying and continued to run, the wind and leaves scraped her flushed and wet face, her eyes were full of helplessness longing to be comforted.

The little girl's emotions piled up high, but also fell quickly.

Cai Xiaojing ran into the mountains, supported by her courage to go up the mountain alone at night, and she was terrified when she accidentally vented her courage.

"There are no ghosts... There are no ghosts..." Cai Xiaojing didn't dare to turn her head, she was so panicked that she always felt that someone was following her.

The more I think about it, the more I am afraid, the more I am afraid, the more I think about it.

Cai Xiaojing began to sing the national anthem loudly, her face turned pale and her lips trembled.

As soon as she saw the faint light, she quickened her pace and ran towards the Chen family as fast as she could.

The chickens, ducks and geese in the pen are all asleep.

The little black dog didn't sleep, it was the first to discover the outsider.

After seeing that the person who came was a harmless little girl, it lowered its raised tail, let out a few lazily screams, turned its head and lay back on its nest.

Chen Song came out to open the courtyard door, frowning at the little girl who was out of breath.

"I... I'm here to look for Brother Baiyu." Cai Xiaojing felt a sense of oppression, and she murmured to express her purpose of coming.

Chen Song asked: "Does your family know?"

Cai Xiaojing stammered and lied: "I know, I know."

The adult male on the opposite side cast a scrutinizing gaze, which was many times more majestic than her father.

Not a grade.

Although she has not yet differentiated and will not be affected by any pheromones, she is still afraid.

"My parents had a fight..."

The little girl couldn't help but tell the truth soon.

The atmosphere is not very good.

At this moment, a delicate and soft voice came from the window: "Who is it?"

"Me!" Cai Xiaojing shouted hastily, "It's me!"

The next moment, she belatedly glanced at the ranger's expression, not quite sure whether it was him or Brother Baiyu who made the decision.

"I can only stay for a while." Chen Song let the little girl in.

"Mmmmmmm!"

Liang Baiyu was sitting on the small bench, with both hands reaching into the red box, flipping through books from time to time.

All prose poetry.

Liang Baiyu picked up a book casually, flipped it from front to back, and then from back to front. He flipped it back and forth several times, buried his face in the book, and smelled the smell of the paper for a long time.

"Brother Baiyu."

A young and immature voice sounded behind him, and Liang Baiyu was in a trance for a short time. He tilted his head, moved his eyes from the pages of the book, and looked at... the little girl standing at the door.

"It's classmate Xiao Jing." Liang Baiyu bent her pale lips, "It's so late, why did you come here?"

Cai Xiaojing's red eyes were wet.

"Are you wronged?" Liang Baiyu put down his book and waved to her, "Come to me."

Cai Xiaojing trotted over, her stomach full of grievances disappeared after finding out that his complexion was bad.

She knelt down and looked up at him.

"Brother Baiyu, do you have a cold?"

People in the small mountain village don't know much about various diseases, and the ones they come into contact with the most are headaches and fevers.

"A little bit." Liang Baiyu rubbed his nose.

Cai Xiaojing talked about a lot of precautions for catching a cold, as if she was telling a sick child in kindergarten.

"I got it, I got it." Liang Baiyu looked as if he thought she was too wordy, "Tell me about you. Did you fail the exam, or did your parents quarrel again?"

Cai Xiaojing picked her hands: "I have both."

Liang Baiyu took a sip of water from the mug handed by Chen Suone: "It's a new year, one year older, you have to learn to digest by yourself."

Cai Xiaojing was stunned.

It's a far cry from the comfort she's been given... the last time she's been there.

"Don't rely on me." Liang Baiyu stroked her hair, "No one can rely on you."

Chen Suone glanced at Liang Baiyu, turned around in silence and left.

When the serious forest ranger was not in the house, Cai Xiaojing relaxed a lot. She sat down on the ground with her hands on her lap, her hair was messy and slightly damp, like a puppy drowning in water.

"Student Xiaojing, what is the prerequisite for chasing your dream?" Liang Baiyu asked suddenly.

Cai Xiaojing thought for a while: "It's persistence."

Liang Baiyu shook his head.

"Hard work."

"It's still wrong." Liang Baiyu encouraged, "use your brain again."

Cai Xiaojing gave several answers, but none were correct. Her eyes were confused: "What is that?"

"Yes..." Liang Baiyu dragged out the ending, "Alive."

Cai Xiaojing was startled, knowing that the people on the small bench were thinking of Brother Yang Ming.She wanted to say that brother Yang Ming would be fine, but she didn't say it.

She is not a fairy, so what credibility can there be.

Liang Baiyu coughed lightly.

Cai Xiaojing hurriedly got up and patted him on the back clumsily.

Liang Baiyu's protruding shoulder blades trembled from coughing, he bent over to support his legs, put his hands into his long hair and stroked it back, a little bit of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and neck.

"Okay." He stopped the little girl's kindness, "Do you remember what I told you?"

"Remember, the body is the foundation for realizing dreams." Cai Xiaojing replied in seconds.

"That's right." Liang Baiyu smiled gratifiedly. Looking at the innocence and firmness of the little girl, a memory flashed in his eyes. After a few moments, he took out his watch and rubbed it.

Cai Xiaojing looked at it again and again, and compared to the big gold watch worn by Boss Zhao, she preferred Brother Baiyu's, plain and old, with the strap gone, as if many stories had happened to it.

"Like it?" Liang Baiyu said, "This is a relic of a friend, so I can't give it to you."

Cai Xiaojing's face turned red, and she was about to say that she didn't mean anything when she was held by the arm.

Liang Baiyu grabbed the blue ballpoint pen on the small table and drew a watch on her wrist.

The model and brand of the watch are also marked.

"This one is precious." Liang Baiyu pressed the cap of the ballpoint pen.

Cai Xiaojing said silly: "How expensive?"

"Very expensive." Liang Baiyu tapped her forehead with his fingers, "You will know it when you work in the future."

Cai Xiaojing touched the drawn watch, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it. She carefully pulled the sleeve of the red sweater to cover it, and decided not to wash it off, but to keep it as long as possible.

"Do you want to stay here for one night, or let your uncle Chen Song take you down the mountain?" Liang Baiyu was exhausted, and his energy plummeted.

Cai Xiaojing said she didn't want to go home.

"Okay, you stay here for one night and go down the mountain tomorrow. You still have to go home... By the way, since you're here, here's something for you."

Liang Baiyu got up to pull out the drawer, and threw the wallet into the little girl's arms.

Cai Xiaojing opened the wallet, and the pile of red tickets inside made her eyes widen and her face full of surprise.

I have never seen so much money, and my hands are shaking.

"Give me... this is... I don't want... I can't..."

Liang Baiyu lay on the edge of the red box, pulling books into it with his hands. He lowered his eyes listlessly, and his voice was almost breathless: "Okay, this money is a reward for the texts you have memorized. A good boy deserves it." Praise. Also, the money should not be exposed, and should be used at the right time."

Cai Xiaojing sat stupidly for a long time with her soft leather wallet in her hand. When she came back to her senses, she found that Brother Baiyu was lying still on his stomach, pinching a page of paper with two fingers. She didn't know whether she had finished reading it or not.

She called him several times, but he didn't respond.

Just when she was about to shake him, someone outside the house strode in and picked him up.

Cai Xiaojing watched as the man carried Brother Baiyu to the side of the bed and put him on the bed.

Every movement contains the greatest tenderness and cherishment.

She has never seen them quarreling fiercely over trivial matters, nor has she seen their gluey and sticky love.

But she felt that as long as they were together,

It's the kind written in storybooks—the look that the world yearns for the most, when there are lovers together.