brown sugar eggs

The string of potato and rattan bracelets was placed on the top of the cabinet by Chen Suone. His hands were rough and strong, and he was very careful when taking it off for fear that it would break.

Chen Song looked at it for a while, then turned around and took the door to his father's house.

At night, when Chen Fugui wanted to urinate, Chen Suone, who was laying on the floor, immediately got up and helped him to the urinal in the corner.

Chen Fugui was originally in good health, but he fell off when someone was repairing the roof last year, and he didn't take it seriously, so he didn't go to see a doctor in the county and took some medicine casually.

At the end of the year, he will die, and every time the weather changes, he will be sore everywhere. Now he can't do heavy work at all, and it's hard for him to walk.

"Cough...cough..."

Chen Fugui coughed badly, pissed all over the place, he was embarrassed and weak, he was really old.

Before the son got married, married a wife and had children, he became a burden as a father, and he didn't know if he could survive until the day he could hug his grandchildren.

Chen Fugui's face darkened when he thought of that child from the Liang family. The most urgent task at hand was to prevent his son from having more contact with him.

"The girl of the Yang family...has ink in her belly, she is a cultural person." Chen Fugui returned to the bed, his internal organs seemed to be leaking, and he had difficulty breathing.

Chen Suone wiped the urine on his trousers with a rag, and found that the smell was strong and the area was not small, so he went to the closet to find new trousers.

Chen Fugui coughed for a while, and spit out a mouthful of old phlegm on the ground. His thin, black and sunken face turned blue, and there was a "ho ho" in his throat: "Don't you like to read books written by Zhang Ailing, and Sanmao's books?" , you look at it alone, and you can only think about it if you don't understand, so why not communicate with her more."

The oil in the kerosene lamp was about to run out, and on the cement wall was the shadow of Chen Su rummaging through his clothes, more silent than usual.

"I think she is a nice person, she doesn't mind your own problems at all, and she is polite to me." Chen Fugui said to himself, "Such a little girl is rare."

"This mountain is deep and cold. When I'm gone, you'll be alone. You must have a friend you can talk to." He said, cooperating with his son to lift his legs, and put on clean new pants.

Chen Suone put the dirty trousers aside, pulled the quilt: "Dad, it's early, go to bed."

Chen Fugui has lost his temper these few days, and he has said all the good and bad things. Just now he talked with all his heart and soul. Seeing that his son is still not enlightened, like a stubborn donkey, he feels very tired. resentment.

And fear.

Although Chen Fugui hadn't met the child face to face, he knew the other's parents.

Especially his mother.

She was the goddess in the hearts of the generation at that time.

At that time, Chen Fugui was a young guy, and there was a hint of memory in his clouded eyes, which was soon overwhelmed by serious emotions.

Decades ago, a phoenix with evil spirits flew into this closed village and gave birth to a little phoenix.

Decades later, Little Phoenix came back. He did not belong here, and would bring disasters to this place, just like his mother.

In fact, Chen Fugui, who has been living on the mountain, doesn't know much about the old incident that happened in the village, and the details are not clear, but that's what he thinks. Destiny is the continuation of what happened that year.

Many pictures flashed before Chen Fugui's eyes, clear and blurred, bright gray and dark black, he suddenly felt a chill, and his old bones shivered.

After a short meeting, he fell into a deep sleep unbearably, and fell asleep.

There are old people and old things waiting for him there.

Chen Song went out to fetch water to wash his trousers. As soon as the soap was taken out, he heard a loud bang.

It came from his house.

Chen Suk stuffed the soap back into the plastic bag and swung his hands in the basin twice. He took the kerosene lamp and strode to the front of the house, opened the curtain, and knocked on the wooden door.

There are painful groans in the room, if there is nothing, it sounds like it can hook the softest flesh in the heart in the middle of the night.

When Chen Song came to his senses, he had already unscrewed the door and walked in.

The scene in the room appeared under the halo.

The young man was lying on the side of the bed, with both hands hanging down, reaching for the watch on the ground. He was too weak from head to toe, as if he could be trampled by others at will, but was out of reach.

Chen Suone approached and bent down to pick up the watch. The young man's fingertips touched him and it was very hot.

Like the sun in the dog days.

Liang Baiyu pulled the watch from Chen Suone's hand.

This action was urgent, with unconcealable anxiety, an emotion he rarely showed.

Obviously, watches are extremely important to him.

"Thank you." Liang Baiyu smiled softly.

Chen Suone maintained a half-squatting posture, with protruding blood vessels on the back of his hands, looking very sexy.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked the man with the ring of teeth marks on his lips.

"It's nothing." Liang Baiyu said.

Chen Song straightened up.

His pants were grabbed by one hand, he lowered his eyes, the person on the bed raised his head and smiled mischievously at him, "I lied to you."

"I'm a little uncomfortable right now." Liang Baiyu let go of his hands and lay on his back. He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, "I'm uncomfortable."

The volume of the second half of the sentence is very low, the tone is sticky, and there is a hint of being coquettish with a close lover.

Chen Song put the kerosene lamp on the bedside, and when he turned his head again, the young man had changed from lying down to kneeling, with his head tilted towards him.

Those eyes were black and white, as if hiding many strong emotions, every time they blinked, they were telling a silent and moving sentence.

Chen Song subconsciously made a listening posture.

Under the light, the young man's facial features are clean and simple, but there is a delicate beauty, as if formed by the hand of God. He lowered his eyes and parted his pouty lips, revealing a row of neat and white teeth.

Use a beautiful and charming appearance to say pitiful and helpless words.

"I forgot to bring my medicine," he said.

"What medicine?" Chen Suone asked almost instantly.

"Healing medicine, didn't you listen to what the villagers said, I've broken my body by receiving guests, and I have a strange disease, which can be contagious." Liang Baiyu held his wrist, and the words didn't make sense. Where's your bracelet?"

The place where Chen Suone's wrist was touched caught fire, and the blood flow under the flesh became faster.

"Let me ask you," Liang Baiyu said without a smile on his pale face, staring at him with dark eyes like black holes, "Where's the bracelet? Did you lose it?"

Chen Song said, "It's been released."

"Oh." Liang Baiyu immediately returned to smiling.

Chen Song frowned, and said in a low voice, "I'll accompany you back to get the medicine."

"It's so troublesome, I don't want to run." Liang Baiyu sat on his heels, lowered his head to touch the watch in his hand, his long hair was messy, the collar of his floral shirt was open, and his neck and collarbone showed a strange and attractive red.

"I'm tired." He rubbed the dial again and again, muttering childishly, "I'm so tired..."

Chen Song rubbed his hands on his trousers several times: "Give me the key, and I'll get it for you."

As soon as Liang Baiyu stopped touching his watch, he raised his face.

"I won't touch your house..." Before Chen Su could finish speaking, the clothes in front of him were grabbed.

"Okay."

Liang Baiyu climbed up from the stupefied man, and his hot breath brushed the barrier button of his left ear: "The medicine is in the middle drawer of the desk in my room, number 1 to 5, please, Bodhisattva."

In the middle of the night, Chen Suone went down the mountain smoothly by virtue of his familiarity with the terrain in the mountain. He opened the gate of Liang Baiyu's house and followed the other party's instructions to find the place where the medicine was placed.

The drawer was pulled open by him, and there was a pile of medicines in front of him.

The layer of paper on each bottle of medicine was torn off. I don't know what the effect of the medicine is and what it's used for.

The numbers are written in black pen on the bottle, every stroke is very serious.

Chen Song stood in front of the desk for a long time before moving. He found medicines No. 1 to No. 5 and stuffed them into his trouser pocket, then looked at the other medicines, and then again.

Unable to hold back, he opened a bottle and poured out a capsule for a closer look.

The yellow-white capsule was a little familiar to him, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He sniffed it closely, but he didn't smell anything.

Chen Song put the capsule back into the bottle, and when he left, he locked the door halfway and looked behind him.

Several buildings stood there quietly, the wind blowing the trees and rustling.

Chen Suone locked the door with a shake of his hand, took the key and walked towards a corner of the room.

There is nothing in the corner.

Chen Suone glanced around with a flashlight. He thought of the people on the mountain, so he left without waiting.

When Liang Baiyu got the medicine, his throat was full of fishy sweetness, so he swallowed the medicine with cold boiled water, his body under the quilt was soaked, and he convulsed slightly.

Chen Song didn't inquire about the cause of his illness, but only said: "Someone is watching your house."

Liang Baiyu raised his head, the hair on his forehead was wet, and his temples were dripping with sweat: "Huh?"

"Father and son of the Liu family have the temperament that more things are worse than less things." Chen Song said, "It's other family members who are watching you."

Liang Baiyu didn't continue this topic, he didn't seem to take the malice and hurt from the villagers towards him seriously, and he didn't care.

"I said back then that I was infected and would still be contagious. Why didn't you drive me away?" Liang Baiyu opened the No. 4 medicine bottle, and slowly asked an abrupt question.

The bed was too quiet.

Smoke from the kerosene lampshades ran up the walls.

"Go to bed early." Chen Suone wiped off the water stains on the bed, and before he retracted his hand, his little finger was hooked.

Very subtle strength, the touch area is also very small.

It's just fingertips rubbing against fingertips, ambiguous and bewitching.

He didn't move.

With the ups and downs of breathing, the lean back tensed, and a thin layer of sweat leaked out.

"I'm not full for dinner." Liang Baiyu picked at his fingertips.

Chen Suone raised his hand, grasped the back of his neck, and squeezed his five fingers vigorously to relieve some emotions: "There are leftovers in the cupboard."

"Can I not eat the leftovers? I want to eat something else." Liang Baiyu straightened his wet long hair, discussing lazily, "How about it?"

Chen Suone asked with his eyes.

"I want to eat..." Liang Baiyu thought for a long time, and what he said seemed to be in his heart for many years, "Brown sugar eggs."

Chen Su was taken aback.

"Will you do it?" Liang Baiyu looked straight at him, eyes full of pure expectation.

"Yes." Chen Song swallowed.

Liang Baiyu's eyes lit up instantly, and he sincerely admired, "You know how to make brown sugar eggs? That's amazing!"

Chen Suone's face became hot: "It's easy."

"It's not easy. I won't. What I cook doesn't taste good at all." Liang Baiyu muttered, "Then when you cook, can you put more sugar?"

He bit the pill in his mouth, with a bitter taste in his mouth, and smiled beautifully, "I want the very sweet one."