brown sugar eggs

Chen Song wants to take care of his family, so he doesn't go deep into the mountains when he patrols, but only walks around his home.

At noon, he went to the field behind the house.

Because Liang Baiyu wanted to grow vegetables.

See him.

Chen Su was not in the mood but still followed Liang Baiyu. He dug up a piece of land, unpacked all the rapeseed wrapped in large and small paper bags, and sprinkled them from the beginning to the end.

Soybeans, green beans, water spinach, cucumbers, long beans, green beans, etc., which should be planted this season, have been planted a little of each.

"Pour water on them, and then wait for them to take root and sprout." Liang Baiyu stroked the little black dog, and told him the hope of life, what to expect in all seasons.

After Chen Suo finished his work, he took Liang Baiyu back and found that the iron can on the small chair in front of the door had fallen to the ground.

Xiao Hei barked and ran in.

Liang Baiyu picked up the tin can and weighed it, the weight was much lighter.

"Someone has been here." Chen Song said, throwing the dung bucket and hoe at the door, and strode into the house.

Liang Baiyu opened the lid of the tin can and saw that there were all shriveled and small lychees inside. He clicked lightly: "Customs...customs...vulgar..."

"Poor mountains and bad waters..."

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Liang Baiyu's hands that lifted his hair stopped, and he raised his half-lidded eyelids, and glanced at the bamboo poles under the sun.

The panties that were drying on it were gone.

Liang Baiyu's tongue brushed the lychee meat in his mouth, his teeth gnawed, and he walked slowly in the courtyard.

After the lychees were finished, Liang Baiyu turned around and went to the hut.

"Bai Yu!"

I don't know how long it took, Chen Su yelled to find him, and seeing Liang Baiyu standing in front of the garbage dump with his back turned to him, he approached and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Holding a dry branch in his hand, Liang Baiyu poked the broken plastic bag repeatedly: "I want to burn the garbage."

Chen Song said: "There are not many piles, and it will burn in two days."

Liang Baiyu glanced at his mouth: "It stinks."

"I'm going to throw up." He made an exaggerated retching expression.

Chen Song followed him.

The fire burned quickly.

Liang Baiyu leaned on Chen Suone, smelling the smell of burning garbage, and suddenly asked, "Who's coming home?"

Chen Su was taken aback.

This was the first time he heard this word from Liang Baiyu.

Call his home home.

Chen Su's chest was pounding, and the sound of his heartbeat ran out and was hidden in the wind. He took the branch from Liang Baiyu's hand and stirred the fire: "Uncle Wang and Uncle Fatty."

Not long ago when he entered the room, he saw his father lying face down at the foot of the bed, half in a daze, and he was given water and medicine to wake up.

Chen Song told everything he learned from his father.

After hearing this, Liang Baiyu stared quietly for a while: "Who is the one who twisted his waist?"

Chen Song said, "Uncle Wang."

"Then he should..." Liang Baiyu said in a caring tone, "It's not easy to move around."

"Yeah." Chen Song said, "He wiped the traumatic medicine I brought back, and he still needs someone to help him when he leaves these few days."

"I'm getting old, I really have to be careful, someone who is not careful will go there." Liang Baiyu didn't match his words, "Then what about the bamboo shoots they brought, I want to eat."

"I'll go burn it." Chen Song replied, but he didn't move, so he didn't worry about this side.

There was a time before when the garbage was burned, and the surrounding grass was set on fire when the wind blew.

"Go, I'll watch." Liang Baiyu took his head away from his shoulder, stood up slowly, and gestured "OK" with a smile.

After Chen Suone left, the smile on Liang Baiyu's face disappeared. He squatted halfway, and there were clusters of jumping flames in his pupils, which made him look like a monster.

It's the kind of ghost in the storybook, the barren mountains and old forests wearing the skin of a beauty.

The fire gradually diminished.

Liang Baiyu grasped the gland through the silk scarf on his wrist, this movement was numb and flat, and all the feelings were the same for him.His body is like a peerless jar for storing spices.

Now the jar has a hole, and there is a steady stream of fragrance overflowing, getting stronger every day.

But behind that fragrance is rot.

Liang Baiyu turned and left after the last piece of garbage was burned to ashes.

The wind blew up ashes, and there was a turbid smell between the sky and the earth.

Liang Baiyu got a little on his head, he patted across the yard and stepped into the kitchen, the smell of rice was wafting from the pot, and Chen Suone was not there.

The lid of the pot was pushed up by the hot air, and water mist came out from the gaps in the lid, and drifted into the air in strands.

Liang Baiyu was about to reach out to touch the water on the edge of the pot lid, when Chen Suone walked in, looking not very well.

"What's wrong?" Liang Baiyu withdrew his hand and asked.

"The radio is gone." Chen Song went to the pot hole to smother the firewood. "My dad fell into a coma for a while after falling off the bed. I don't know that a thief has entered the house."

Liang Baiyu frowned: "Where's the money?"

"It's all there." Chen Suone rubbed the back of his neck, "Not much."

"That means," Liang Baiyu blinked, "the thief only took the radio."

Chen Suone wiped the chopping board and cut the cabbage. He was not surprised by that. In the village, the radio was a rare commodity.

Even if it's a second-hand one.

Liang Baiyu lifted the lid of the water tank, brought some water to his mouth with a ladle, and took a sip: "The radio was stolen, isn't your dad bored at home?"

Chen Suone's voice was caught in the sound of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board: "I will ask someone to go to the county town to buy him a new one."

Liang Baiyu muttered: "Then I don't know when it happened."

"I understand today and the day after tomorrow... who can say for sure."

Chen Song didn't hear clearly.

It seemed that I heard every word, but I just didn't know how to reply.

In the middle of the night, Chen Suone was called over by his father, and when he entered the door, he was greeted by a strong smell.

His dad was incontinent and got it on the bed. He quickly fetched water to clean and scrub his dad.

After working for a long time, I returned to the house and found that the person who should have been sleeping was not on the bed.

There was a chill on Chen Suone's back in an instant, he stood there with a blank mind for more than ten seconds, turned around and ran outside.

I stumbled when I crossed the threshold, and when I looked up again, there was a tall and thin figure in the dim vision.

"Where did you go?"

Chen Suone ran over, grabbed the young man's arm tightly with both hands, his eye sockets were bloodshot, and his breath was heavy with the smell of rust, "Where did you go!"

Liang Baiyu struggled with his arm, and said pitifully, "You hurt me so much..."

Chen Song hurriedly relieved his strength.

"I have diarrhea." Liang Baiyu moved his arm that was caught green, "Maybe I drank too much sugar water, my stomach is very uncomfortable." He complained softly, "The new squatting board in the latrine is not easy to use, it creaks when I step on it. There was a creaking sound, and my legs were numb from squatting."

There was a lot of noise in Chen Su's ears, but he couldn't find the source, maybe it was his heartbeat, or his pheromones were making noise, his hearing failed, and he just stared at Liang Baiyu's two white patches that opened and closed. lips.

"Ah, that's right." Liang Baiyu raised his right hand, "Look what I picked up."

The possessiveness and desire for security that belonged to the Alpha nature in Chen Suone's heart could not be suppressed, forcing him to do something immediately to confirm something. He endured the twitching of his facial muscles, but still subconsciously bowed his head after hearing Liang Baiyu's voice .

Only then did he see what Liang Baiyu was holding.

--radio.

The one at his house, the one that was stolen during the day.

All Chen Song's emotions froze, and the new one was confusion: "Where did you pick it up?"

"It's at the back door of the yard." Liang Baiyu muttered, "I thought I was wrong."

Chen Suone took the radio.

"I'm thinking, either the thief fell when he climbed over the wall, or the other party was cowardly after returning home and secretly found it and sent it back." Liang Baiyu shrugged.

Chen Suone looked up at Liang Baiyu, saw that he was yawning and couldn't stand still, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Chen Fugui hadn't slept yet, when his son came in with the radio, he was stunned for a moment before making a sound, "Have you found it?"

Chen Song fooled the past casually.

"Let's put the radio in your room." Chen Fugui didn't ask too much, he didn't really want to worry about it.Once people are old and sick, they will treat things selectively.

There is less and less to worry about.

Chen Song said, "You don't listen to music anymore?"

"That's what I heard, I'm tired of hearing it." Chen Fugui waved his hand, "Take it away."

Seeing that his father was not joking, Chen Su took the radio out of the house.

Chen Fugui was paralyzed on the bed looking at the moon. At noon, he poured tea on the fat man, and the fat man got angry on the spot. Brother Wang smoothed things over by saying that his hands were just shaking.

The fat man had a ghost in his heart, he insisted that he did it on purpose, and rushed up to grab his clothes, yelling and cursing, and he was dragged to the ground.

Realizing that things were getting serious, the fat man didn't care about his life or death, so he spat at him and hurriedly helped Brother Wang to leave.

Chen Fugui didn't tell his son about this.

The less trouble, the better.

Anyway, those two people probably won't come here again.

In the next room, Chen Suone put the radio on the small table, and an indistinct voice sounded from inside the bed, "Chen Su...I want to listen to music..."

Chen Su was startled: "Okay."

The little table was moved in front of the bed, and the radio was turned on on a very low volume.

The old songs are melodious, with the smell of country roads full of sunshine and golden rice fields.

Liang Baiyu hugged half of the pillow, sleeping very obediently and harmlessly.

Just as Chen Suone was about to blow the kerosene lamp, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. He walked to the side of the bed calmly, bent down to arrange a few pairs of shoes on the long board at the bottom of the bed.

The leather shoes mixed with the sneakers and cloth shoes were abrupt and harmonious. Chen Suone picked them up with the bottom facing up.

The soles of the leather shoes have some grass mud, fresh and slightly damp.

A small leaf was still stuck in the mud.

Not only is there no tree in the yard, but there is no one around.

Chen Suone put the leather shoes back without changing his expression. He got on the bed, touched the young man's hair with calloused hands, and held a strand between his fingers.

In the morning of the next day, there was a scream in the deep mountains.

Brother Wang climbed up from the rock with his shirt off, and looked around in disbelief.

"I'm not sleeping in the room, why am I here?"

Brother Wang hissed. He turned his head back and found that his back was covered with scratches and scratches, and there was no intact skin.

"Mother..."

He looked like he was dragged for a while after being knocked out by someone, and he was thrown here casually.

Not too far from the cottage, not too close.

There were birds chirping in the woods, and Brother Wang felt horrified when he heard it. He stood up with difficulty enduring his back injury, and went back to the hut in a trance.

"Fat man?"

Brother Wang yelled all the way and pushed open the door, seeing a mess.

Tables, chairs, pots and pans are all broken.

It is even more serious than the raid by the Japanese devils.

Brother Wang was dumbfounded, he even forgot his back injury, and ran to the fat man's house in a chaotic footsteps, as if he smelled something but didn't think much, he just lifted the quilt.

The next moment, Brother Wang's shouts that rushed to his throat suddenly stopped.

The fat man lay on the bed with his eyes closed, not sure if he was dead or not, his lower body was covered in blood.

Rotten.

Like being hit by a hard object.