brown sugar eggs

Shopping bags were randomly thrown at the door of the hotel, clothes were scattered everywhere, half of the messy white quilt was hung beside the bed, and the other half covered a curled up body.

A long, straight leg protruded from under the covers, kicking around in the smoke that lingered in the void, and was held by a large hand.

Chen Suone rubbed the ankle in his palm a few times, feeling the slender, smooth, and fragile temptation, he took a mouthful of slightly astringent cigarette, held it in his mouth for a while before slowly exhaling it.

The sleeping position of the person in the arms is like a baby, pure and fragile, but there is a ripe fragrance coming out from under the quilt, and the hairs scattered on the pillow are all attractive arcs, like a bad result that can make people willingly fall into madness.

The skin is broken and the juice is overflowing.

Chen Suone's palm moved up from Liang Baiyu's ankle, tracing his beauty inch by inch, until it stopped at the back of his neck.

There is a needle eye there.

Chen Suone would regularly inject a tube of medicine into Liang Baiyu.

The recipe was the painstaking effort of a bunch of people, but many "pets" died before it could reach it, and only a few survived. Liang Baiyu was in the best condition, but even so, he still didn't know anything else.

for example……

Tell him about love and expectation, and what he gives is sex.

Tell him about the trivialities and beauty of life, and what he gives is sex.

Explain to him that tomorrow was sunshine and yesterday was light rain, but what he gave was sex.

only sex.

That is the core injected into the minds of patients with genetic diseases, and the only source of a sense of security, the meaning of living in the world.

Chen Suone was content. He leaned against the bedside and smoked a cigarette, then leaned over to kiss his lover who had woken up and wanted again.

This fall is no different from last year.

Getting rich and old and not active, out of shape and fat like a pig, it spends half a day in a litter under the sun.

The sun ran away, it squinted and did not move over.

——Everything can have the sun, and there will be a day when it will lose the sun.

Chen Song swept the fallen leaves in the yard into a corner, filled the pot with water, and went into the kitchen to cook. He turned his head and shouted into the house, "Bai Yu, come to me!"

The room was silent.

When Chen Su went in, he saw Liang Baiyu sitting on the ground with his back to him, holding something in his hand. He stepped forward quickly, and was stunned when he found the thing, and quickly stopped: "This is not for food."

Fearing that his words would be too heavy, Chen Song squatted down and said in a low voice, "This is a diary."

It is a prose poem he wrote when he was young.

The style of writing is very ordinary, without much depth, not sure if there are any typos, he forgot where to put it, and I don't know how Liang Baiyu dug it out.

"It was originally for you, it belongs to you." Chen Suone removed the cobwebs from Liang Baiyu's pants, his expression was a bit thick and shy like meeting his sweetheart for the first time in love, he coughed, raised his eyes and said, "But this is not possible. Things to eat."

"I don't want to eat, let me see." Liang Baiyu pouted, "I don't want to eat." He rubbed his stomach and said seriously, "I'm not hungry."

At the end, he patted the diary in his arms, muttering softly, "I won't tear it up either."

"That's what I said wrong," Chen Song coaxed, "I was wrong."

Liang Baiyu hummed softly and looked at the diary.

Chen Song rubbed his hair, thinking he was playing with a notebook.

The diary was held by Liang Baiyu for less than half a day before he threw it away, as if it was really a fun to watch.

Chen Song followed the advice given by the experts, and when Liang Baiyu's condition improved to a certain level, he took him into the world, contacted the crowd, and felt all kinds of individuals. In addition to occasionally going to the street, they would also go to the retired deputy team Sit at home.

As for Chen Su's mother, I have been there once or twice.

Neither his mother nor the reorganized family liked Liang Baiyu. The way they looked at Liang Baiyu reminded him of those people in his hometown, so he stopped going.

The vice-team's apartment was not far away from them. Chen Song drove Liang Baiyu there by bicycle, and the three of them had a meal together.

After the meal, the deputy team talked to Chen Suone, Liang Baiyu was digging the soil in front of the door, and two ducklings came over to look for earthworms to eat.

A group of relatives came to the neighbor's house next door, eating, drinking and making a lot of noise. Not long after, there was a sudden panic screaming from over there.

There was a very high-level alpha inhibitor allergic, so he went berserk, hitting anyone he saw, and no one could stop him.

The deputy team heard the movement and went to check. He dragged his body eroded by old injuries and ran back panting, calling Chen Suone for help.

When Chen Song went, the alpha was pulling a young omega's hair and hitting it against the wall, cursing something in his mouth, as if he had suffered some kind of stimulation and fell ill.

The pheromones in the room were extremely ferocious and chaotic, roaring silently like a mad dog, no one dared to approach easily.

Chen Suone took off the barrier buckle on his left ear and walked in.

The alpha stopped the movement of his hand in an instant, his ferocious facial muscles trembled and took half a step back, before he had time to take other measures, he was kicked and flew out, smashing heavily on the half-person-high cabinet, After struggling a few times, he stopped moving.

Chen Song didn't intend to take care of the funeral, he was about to leave, but his clothes were pulled by a force.

The weeping young omega clung to him and held on to him. There was a brilliance and vitality in his body that could attract people who had gone through vicissitudes. The pheromones were the smell of spring grass.

Chen Su frowned: "Relax."

The young man was trembling, and it seemed that he hadn't recovered yet. There was blood dripping from his head, and he looked very miserable.

Suddenly, a gaze stared at him, and the young man noticed an extremely beautiful beta standing at the door, looking at him gloomyly, his red lips moved, and he mouthed two words, "Mine."

The young man's face was pale and he was trembling all over. As if he had been frightened by a poisonous snake or beast, he subconsciously let go.

The deputy team noticed this little detail, and he was about to tell Chen Suone excitedly, but he swallowed the words before he could leave his mouth.

Because he found that the emotion in Liang Baiyu's eyes was gone again, it disappeared completely without any residue, as if the aggressive possessiveness just now was not revealed by him, and his emotional system obviously did not fully recover, it just appeared. I have made a breakthrough, and I don't know how far away I am from a stable recovery.

Who knows when a situation like this will last a few days, or months, or... years?

So the deputy team decided not to talk about it, and it's better to wait for Chen Song to find out by himself.

When it was almost evening, Chen Song came out of the deputy team's study and walked over to Liang Baiyu who was sitting on the sofa. He glanced at the snacks on the tea table and threw the empty bags into the trash.

"Chen Sulfone." Liang Baiyu yelled while biting the crescent moon jelly candy.

Chen Song: "Huh?"

Liang Baiyu pointed at the TV: "What is love?"

Chen Suone was taken aback, and he wiped off the biscuit crumbs on his hands: "We."

Liang Baiyu murmured: "Us?"

"Yes, we." Chen Suone bowed his head and pushed the hair on his cheeks behind his ears.

Liang Baiyu was humming a song and playing with Chen Suone's fingers, as if the question was not asked by him, there was no intention of continuing, curiosity came and went quickly, forgotten in seconds.

Chen Song let him play for a while, and said, "Go home."

"Go...home...go home..." Liang Baiyu was led out by Chen Suone, muttering to himself what Fa Cai was doing at home, and whether there was any food in the basin.

Chen Song pushed the bicycle out of the hospital, stepped up with long legs, patted the back seat: "Come up."

Liang Baiyu ran behind and jumped into the back seat.

"go home!"

Liang Baiyu opened his arms, and the wind blew through his fingertips. He shook his legs and laughed brightly, "Go home! Go home!"

The gravel roads in the town are long and narrow, the wheels run over the shadows of trees on the ground, and the sound of bells kisses the autumn wind.

Tomorrow will be cloudy.

The day after tomorrow is fine weather.