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When descending the mountain, Yang Ming saw Liang Baiyu.

He flew past his sister and threw the heavy cloth bag into Liang Baiyu's arms.

Liang Baiyu's chest was pierced by the bag of furry chestnuts, and he grunted in pain: "Take it away, I don't want it."

"Tch, don't pull it down!" Yang Ming swung the cloth bag over his shoulder, turned around and left.

Being caught on the back of the vest, he staggered and turned around to scold. Before the words could come out, a few grasses in his trouser pocket were taken away.

Liang Baiyu's fingertip was cut by a blade of grass, and he bled on the spot.

"Let you grab the leaf tip, you deserve it!" Yang Ming jumped up and down like a monkey.

A small tip of Liang Baiyu's tongue protruded from between his waxy white teeth and red lips. He licked his bleeding finger a few times and held it gently.

A gasp sounded from the side.

Liang Baiyu sucked the wound and swallowed the blood, Yang Ming pulled him aside to prevent the passers-by from lusting after him.

"Why are you grabbing herbs?" Yang Ming put his hands on his hips, "This is something you drink during a fever, and you don't need it."

"Curiosity." Liang Baiyu looked at the herbs in his hand.

Yang Ming had a strange ambiguity: "That's right, big cities use inhibitors, right?"

Liang Baiyu said "Oh".

Yang Ming only heard about inhibitors from his cousin, but he had never seen them, let alone used them. He seemed to see a big gap between him and Liang Baiyu.

Although when his self-esteem was hurt, he used the worst words to complain that this person was an ordinary and lowly Beta, but he knew very well in his heart that the other person was the opposite of that adjective.

——This person is like the crane in the storybook he has read, he does not eat fireworks in the world, but only drinks fairy dew.

Yang Ming is a young man with yearning and fear for the outside world. He looked at the person who was still studying herbal medicine: "Do you want to live in the village for the rest of your life?"

"I don't know." Liang Baiyu answered casually.

Yang Ming swallowed the sentence "Call me when you leave, we will be together" and replaced it with something else: "As you like."

The next moment he felt wronged and said, "Didn't you notice that my pheromones were messed up?"

Liang Baiyu finally shifted his gaze from the herbs to him.

"Forget it, forget it, pretend I didn't say anything." Yang Ming slumped his green shoulders in discouragement, and now he suspects one thing - the leakage of high-level pheromones will affect Beta to varying degrees. Points do not include Liang Baiyu.

Because last time he deliberately released a large amount of pheromone, the other party didn't respond at all.

Same now.

May be the cause of illness.

Yang Ming didn't know what kind of disease Liang Baiyu had, and he couldn't help him if he knew. He was quite self-aware.

Anyway, the place where the pigeon eggs are bigger is not suitable for recuperation and treatment.

Liang Baiyu should leave.

Emperor Yang Ming was not in a hurry and the eunuch's anxious thoughts were broken by a tugging force. Liang Baiyu touched the lock behind his neck ring through the scarf, like playing with a toy.

"Do you think I'm an Omega, so I won't do anything to you?" Yang Ming stared at him, "I can bite you, believe it or not?"

Liang Baiyu felt the heat through the scarf: "It's really hot."

After speaking, put your hand to your mouth and blow.

Yang Ming quickly wrapped the scarf tightly and tried his best to cover the pheromone, not only was it hot, his neck felt like it was going to be mushy.

The anti-bite ring of the big city is definitely not as heavy as the one he wears.

What he wears is made of the unique mineral "he" in this area, and the neck ring and ear buckle have touches.

This is handmade by Mr. Chen. His descendants and grandchildren are all inheritors. The whole family runs a small workshop.

The village is too closed, and the living customs have been left behind by the times. It is very backward and self-contained.

For example, if a daughter-in-law is pregnant with a child, she will quickly grind enough herbs into a concoction, take it to the Chen family, and ask for an earring and neck ring that blends the concoction with "He" water.

As for which one to use in the future, it depends on the child's differentiation results.

If the child differentiates into Omega or Alpha, the mother will put it on herself, and the spouse will take it off on the wedding day.

If the child is a Beta, it will basically have a second child and a third child.

It was the idea of ​​the village chief to melt the medicinal juice into the earrings and neck rings, just like...

Yang Ming took the herbal medicine from Liang Baiyu's hand, just like this thing.

This is also where the village chief got it from somewhere many years ago. I heard that it was difficult to live in the past, but now it is everywhere in the mountains. Their generation enjoys happiness.

There is a special formula for herbal medicine. Every family has at least one jar of medicine. It is transparent and tasteless. It must be drunk every month during the febrile period.

Yang Ming felt the medicine juice in his stomach rising up, he hoped that he would be 50 soon.

At that age, there will be no fever period, and pheromones will also dilute aging.

And his current stage is when he is full of blood and is suffering the most.

He is not interested in using pheromones to control and induce Alphas, restraining each other's eternal marks, and so on. Alphas other than his mother are dogs.

"I have to go back, the effect of the medicine is about to wear off." Yang Ming crushed the herbal medicine and bit it to his mouth, "Take the chestnuts, throw them in the pot and fry them until they are cooked. Peel a few and eat."

Liang Baiyu refused again.

Yang Ming was full of anger, he walked away with the cloth bag, and said casually: "Doctor Huang is very famous in our village, and he is not necessarily weaker than the doctors outside. If you tell him your condition, maybe he will be able to help you." help you."

"Oh..." Liang Baiyu was perfunctory as she walked.

Yang Ming had the feeling of being a father at a young age, and wanted to whip him all over the ground with bamboo sticks.

"If your mother was alive, there would only be two doctors in the village." Yang Ming blurted out.

Liang Baiyu stopped, tilted his head slightly, and there was no smile in his eyes.

Yang Ming later realized that he had mentioned something that shouldn't be mentioned, he didn't meet Liang Baiyu's eyes, and he didn't continue this topic that couldn't be discussed.

"Then what, you go on your own, I'll go find my sister." Yang Ming quickly disappeared.

Liang Baiyu didn't leave with the main army, he chose a hidden road and wandered back to the village, opened the courtyard gate and closed it again.

The chickens in the yard came up to meet them, Liang Baiyu didn't feed them, but went straight to the locked room.

The keyhole was rusted, and so was the key.

Liang Baiyu applied a little sesame oil to the key, held it against the keyhole, and pushed it in inch by inch.

If it gets stuck, pull it out, and then push it in. After inserting it back and forth for a while, when you feel it is smooth, you turn the key.

The lock is open.

Liang Baiyu took off the lock, he tidied his clothes and hair, stretched out his hand to the dusty door with a smile, and gently pushed it open.

The "squeak" sound of the door opening seemed to be the parents welcoming the returning child,

——I'm back.

The room was full of dust at first glance, choking people.

Liang Baiyu stood at the door without taking a step. He covered his face, his breath smelled of dust and embroidery on the keys.

After a while, Liang Baiyu's hands moved up along his face, and his hair was pulled back by him, revealing his indistinguishable brows, eyes and bones. He moved his lips and let out a sigh.

After that, he walked in.

The room is not big, and the wooden shelf takes up more than half of the space. There are medical books on it, one by one, and they are organized in an orderly manner.

There is an open box under the wooden shelf, which also contains medical books, and the top one is covered with a layer of cobwebs.

Years passed by here, gnawed some things, and kept some things.

Liang Baiyu didn't clean it, and he didn't even want to open the door, for fear that the wind that ran in would blow away the traces here.

There are many footprints on the dusty ground, which is not messy.

Liang Baiyu didn't wander around, he walked to a prescription table, bent down to look at graphite of different sizes, pulp sticks and other grinding tools.

There is also a notebook on the desk.

Liang Baiyu hesitated for a moment, picked up the notebook and opened it. Inside were some abstract texts, which recorded related to refining and digging medicines, which laymen could not understand.

But a layman can tell that the owner of the note has good handwriting and a very elegant charm.

Liang Baiyu stayed in the house for a long time, and he felt a sore neck and dry eyes when the door knocked, so he locked the door and went out.

There was a bag of chestnuts by the door, still warm.

There was no one around, Liang Baiyu patted the bulging bag: "Bodhisattva..."

He laughed and brought Mao Lizi in.

That night, Liang Baiyu went to the mountain. He picked up a weed with a shovel and looked at the exposed pit.

I've been digging for a few days, but I haven't finished digging.

Liang Baiyu looked up at the starry sky, this is the place with the best view of the whole mountain.

The mountains are lonely, there is no wind, and the bushes are like standing people.The soil was shoveled up by the shovel, and the rustling sound of throwing it aside continued, and it didn't stop until midnight.

There are four pits in this area.

Liang Baiyu put an old unusable pen into the first pit: "This is my dad."

A medical book fell from his fingers, fell into the second pit, and lay there quietly.

He murmured: "This is my mother."

Then came the third pit.

Liang Baiyu stroked the watch, pressing the dial with her fingertips: "This one is my best friend."

"Then what's left?" He glanced at the last hole, and asked himself in the air, "Dig it for fun."

"Don't tell anyone."

"Well, don't tell anyone."

Liang Baiyu filled all four pits, the first two pits where things were placed were pressed tightly, and the last two empty pits were loose.

Mao chestnuts became a snack in the village for a while.

Liang Baiyu ate too. He grabbed a handful from the tin can, bit it open with his teeth, and played with what was in his hand.

a rag.

He tore it out of the hole in the wall that night. The fabric was not pilled, and it was quite new, light yellow. You couldn't get this kind of cloth in the countryside, so you had to go to the county town to get it.

The one who crawled into his house...

Gee.

Liang Baiyu put the rags behind the portrait on the long table, and he went out eating the chestnuts.

Early in the morning, the chimneys of each house were smoking, and there was a clear sound of bells coming from a distance, and a bicycle passed in front of his house.

The rider is an Alpha man.

In the back seat is Yang Lingling.

Liang Baiyu sat on the bamboo chair and saw the bicycle ride away, come back and stop in front of him.

"Bai Yu!" The man with his feet on the ground looked surprised.

Liang Baiyu's full and clean fingernails were picking at the chestnut shell, with doubts in his eyes: "Who are you?"

"You don't remember me?" The man's appearance is one of the most handsome in the village, he has a good temperament, and he is also very particular about his clothes and conversation. He combs his hair, and the gold watch in his hand is shining, "I'm Zhao Wenxiao. Live behind your house."

Liang Baiyu removed the broken chestnut shells from his legs: "Huh?"

Zhao Wenxiao looked excited as if reunited after a long absence, and recalled the old days with him affectionately: "When we were young, we always played together. You rode me up a tree to dig out a bird's nest, and I took you to rub mud to build a big house..."

Liang Baiyu said: "I don't remember much about my childhood."

"I was ill at that time, and lost some memories." He frowned, his expression so weak and sad that it made people feel sad too.

Zhao Wenxiao was stunned.

"Talk slowly." Yang Lingling got off the back seat after adjusting the straps of her backpack, and rushed to school by herself.

Zhao Wenxiao coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Wait for me." He pushed his bicycle to catch up with Yang Lingling, turned his head and waved his hand at Liang Baiyu, "I'll send Lingling to school first, see you later!"

Liang Baiyu bit a chestnut, smiled and narrowed her eyes: "Okay."