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People in the village had seen Liang Baiyu digging mud and knew that he was going to build a house. They didn't know who passed it on, saying that he meant that as long as anyone repaired it for him, he would sleep for him.

Rumors spread wildly, and the Alphas sneered, who would sleep with a Beta who was so dusty and drank medicine every now and then, that would be bad luck.

But they all secretly paid attention to Liang Baiyu to see who entered his house.

I didn't expect it to be the one in the mountains.

Under the guidance of the villagers, Liang Baiyu took Chen Song to his house. He found a glass to wash, picked up the red water bottle on the ground by the wall, and removed the cork.

Hot water flowed out from the mouth of the bottle, scalding the broken plastic shell around it, and it fell into the glass, creating a mist of water.

Liang Baiyu put the water on the small wooden table in front of Chen Suone, and he sat on the bench, lying lazily and boneless in front of the table, tilting his head to look over.

Chen Suone walked to a pitted earth wall, stretched out his hand to touch the cracked place, pressed it with his big hand, twisted it, and a layer of dust came off without much effort.

"Do you really want to fix it for me?" Liang Baiyu asked with a smile.

The man looked up at the aged beams, the profile of his face was masculine and masculine, the line from his jawbone to his neck was cold and hard, but his body had a kind of tenderness that had been quiet for years.

When he pursed his lips and thought, he showed a little naive attitude.

No voice was heard at all.

The kettle that was slung from his left shoulder to the right was suddenly pulled back by a force. He froze for a moment, and looked down to see a thin, straight finger hooked on the strap of the kettle. The nails were short and neat.

The jug bag was old, fuzzy green, and the fingers that caught it were as white as treetop snow.

Liang Baiyu met his deep and quiet gaze, with frowned eyebrows: "When is it convenient?"

Chen Song said: "Tomorrow."

"Oh..." Liang Baiyu elongated his voice, and then he stood there with his eyes downcast like a machine with a power cut off. The sunlight from outside ran in, and the light and shadow hit his feet. He didn't speak or move. .

After a few seconds, he laughed again, his eyes were bright, "Drink water." He pointed to the foggy glass on the table, "Drink water."

Chen Suone picked up the glass, raised his head and drank a big gulp, rolling his big Adam's apple covered with hair.

The water was very hot.

He swallowed it all and forgot to blow.

How long Chen Suone stayed at Liang Baiyu's house, and what he did when he left, all fell into the eyes of the spectators.

Neighbors in the neighborhood huddled in the corner and chewed their tongues, even if they were busy in the fields with backaches and backaches, it didn't prevent everyone from making irresponsible remarks.

At night, I was still not happy, so I closed the door and continued to chew.

It seems that as life goes on, talking about gossip is the only good thing.

If other people's house blows up, they have to analyze and analyze what they ate.

Chen Song came over early the next morning. He didn't come empty-handed. He brought tools for repairing the house, which were much more professional and complete than those in Liang Baiyu's courtyard. Obviously, he really knew how to do it.

Liang Baiyu sat on a bamboo chair and fed the chickens.

Chen Song squatted not far away. He added grass and water into the yellow mud, checking the toughness of the mud from time to time. His movements were experienced and steady. He was still wearing yesterday's camouflage uniform. Dirty and smelly.

The yellow sneakers on his feet are large, with openings on both edges, covered with traces of being glued many times.

Liang Baiyu sprinkled the last handful of rice on the ground. He propped up his legs and put his hands on his chin: "The wages haven't been discussed yet. I don't know the market price. You decide, I can do it."

"No money." Chen Song said.

Liang Baiyu blinked, with a surprised expression on his face: "That won't work. We are not relatives, so there is no reason for you to work for nothing." He shook his head and repeated solemnly, "It doesn't make sense."

Chen Song lowered his head and put the mixed wall materials into the mud bucket, and moved the shovel one after another. The back of his hand was bulging with blue veins, and his finger bones were thick and hard.

"Is one hundred a day good?" Liang Baiyu said to himself, looking very distressed, "I thought it would cost a lot of money to go back to the village, but who knows that it's not a big expense, and the money I saved can't be used up..."

Chen Song looked at him suddenly.

Liang Baiyu's lips were red and slightly raised: "Huh?"

"There's a gap in the wall over there, do you need to mend it?" Chen Suone tilted his head towards the courtyard wall.

Liang Baiyu took a look, the gap was neither big nor small, a dog could come and go freely.In the days since his return, the dog has not been seen.

If the wall needs to be repaired, you have to make adobe from the soil foundation.

"No need," he said.

Chen Song didn't say any more, he stood up, picked up the mud bucket in one hand, and went to the main room with the shovel in the other.

There was the sound of slippers rubbing against the ground behind her, lazily and without energy.

Leaning against the door frame, Liang Baiyu watched as Chen Song scooped up the soil with a shovel, filled the cracks in the wall layer by layer, and painted a layer of yellow mud on the outside.

Alpha is the group on the spire, and even the shadows have a sense of superiority over others.

There was a smell of dust floating in the air, they were not familiar yet, but the atmosphere was not stiff and awkward, and there was a wonderful sense of tranquility.

Liang Baiyu rubbed the tip of his nose: "How long will it take for the main room to be repaired?"

Chen Song said he was not sure.

"Where do you live, I haven't seen you before yesterday." Liang Baiyu pulled out the hem of the shirt from his trousers, and slowly smoothed out the folds.

Chen Suone's action of brushing the wall stopped inexplicably, and then continued after a few moments.

"On the mountain." He said.

Liang Baiyu twisted her slender neck: "What are you doing?"

"Look at the woods."

"Oh." Liang Baiyu asked these simple questions without any intention of going deeper.

The yard is very quiet, and the two chickens are not making any noise.

Liang Baiyu yawned, turned around and went to the kitchen.

In the past few days back to the village, Liang Baiyu has cooked a lot of rice, but she is still not sure how much water to put in the rice, she needs to try.He put the washed rice into the big pot, then put his hand in it, with the back of his hand facing up, and held a ladle of water in his other hand, and poured a little to look at it.

The water almost reached the back of the hand before stopping.

Liang Baiyu was about to put the lid on the pot when his eyes caught sight of many cracks on the stove, and his brows furrowed.

The stove is also repaired.

He looked around the damp kitchen, then at the roof, his eyelids pressed down.

This old house is dilapidated, and it has been repaired endlessly.

Liang Baiyu put down the lid of the pot and went to the main room, and said to the man squatting halfway to repair the wall: "Forget it, I won't repair it."

Chen Song turned his head to look at him, his pupils were pitch black, and there was a lump of mud on his chin.

Liang Baiyu said again: "I won't practice anymore."

"Let's fix it." He changed his words, his eyebrows dyed into a smile, and he thought of something happy, looking forward to it.

In the middle of the day, Chen Song took off his camouflage jacket and was mixing mud in the courtyard in only a gray undershirt. There was a noise from the kitchen, and he dropped what he was doing and rushed in. The scene in front of him froze his expression.

A crucian carp with the length of chopsticks was jumping around on the ground.

The young man held a rusty kitchen knife with a rolled mouth in his hand, and the thick cutting board fell at his feet.

Chen Suone's Adam's apple moved slightly.

"The knife is so blunt." Liang Baiyu picked up the cutting board, the corners of his mouth drooping, his face frowning, "What should I do?"

"I'll come." Chen Song said after a moment of silence.

Killing a fish is just the beginning, followed by gutting, scraping the fish scales, making a few cuts on both sides of the fish, putting it in a pan, and braising it in brown sauce.

Then there are a few small dishes and loofah soup, which are all arranged by Chen Suone.

Liang Baiyu always stood by the side, occasionally giving a coquettish "wow" and saying from the bottom of her heart: "That's amazing."

Chen Suone just finished the meal amidst his compliments.

Whoever invites someone to work must provide food.

As for Liang Baiyu, let alone the rice, the bowls and chopsticks were not washed, not on purpose, but after he finished eating, he reacted very slowly, taking a while.Probably Chen Suone saw him slumped on the chair and his eyes were a little dull, thinking that he was sleepy, so he put away the table and cleaned all the pots and pans.

"You helped me repair my house for free, and even helped me cook and wash the dishes." Liang Baiyu sat upside down, squinting his eyes and smiling coquettishly, "What are you trying to figure out?"

As he said that, he lay on the back of the chair, and casually pulled open the collar of his shirt, revealing the smooth and pale nape of his neck: "Look clearly, I'm not an Omega."

Chen Suone picked out the overgrown grass in the mud bucket, and wiped his hands on the camouflage pants. He was about to speak, but his complexion changed suddenly, and he turned to look at the closed courtyard gate.

Alpha's senses are naturally more sensitive.

Liang Baiyu pulled back the curve of her lips: "What's wrong?"

The last word was still on the tip of his tongue, and he smelled a foul smell, which came in from outside the door.

Then there was a clatter.

Like something was thrown on the ground.

Liang Baiyu opened the courtyard door and found a puddle of feces in front of the door, most of which were covered by the medicine residue he poured yesterday.

"It's not someone's dung bucket spilled." A voice came from behind him.

"How could it be? I just accidentally spilled it." Liang Baiyu looked not angry at all.

There was a noise in the courtyard, Liang Baiyu turned his head and saw Chen Suone walking to the well.

"You want to clean it up for me?" Liang Baiyu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Chen Suone flicked the rope from side to side, shook it twice, and brought up a bucket of water neatly and easily, and carried it outside the door.

Liang Baiyu leaned towards him and breathed into his ear: "Bodhisattva."

He was stiff all over.

"Don't bother you, I'll come by myself. The house will not be repaired this afternoon, so you can go back." Liang Baiyu stood up and showed him the way with a smile on his face, "You can walk along that wall, there is no medicine residue over there , no feces, not dirty."

After Chen Song was silent, he put down the barrel, went back to the courtyard and took down the camouflage jacket hanging from the tree branch, buttoned it up with two big muddy hands, and straightened the armbands.

He did not take the path Liang Baiyu had chosen for him.

I didn't dislike those medicine residues that were always regarded as viruses by the villagers.

"Uncle."

There was a laughing shout from behind, with children's teasing.

This is to see that he is clearly not older than himself, but he does not refute, so he calls him like this again to tease him.

Chen Song turned his head.

"Are you coming to fix my house tomorrow?" Liang Baiyu leaned against the dirt on the floor, smiling charmingly and heart-shatteringly bright.

"Come on." Chen Song said.

After Chen Suone left, Liang Baiyu basked in the sun and blew the smelly autumn wind in front of the door.

"Grass!" A yell came from the corner of the wall, and the little gangster came over cautiously on tiptoe, covered his mouth and nose and yelled, "It stinks, who the hell is so wicked?!!!"

Liang Baiyu was leaning on the door with his hands in his pockets, his eyes half-down, and his expression was loose.

No one came out from the surrounding houses.The little gangster mentioned a few suspects, and seeing that Liang Baiyu didn't care at all, he gritted his teeth: "Why did you come back?"

"I don't believe you can't see it, no one in the village welcomes you!" The little gangster poked his spine mercilessly.

Liang Baiyu's throat overflowed with laughter: "Little brother Yang, what are you talking about? This is my hometown, why can't I come back."

Yang Ming snorted: "How many years have you been away, and you still have feelings for this village?"

"Yes." Liang Baiyu took one hand out of his trousers pocket, bent two fingers, and lightly tapped Yang Ming's neck ring twice, "There are many."

He fell into such a beautiful memory, whispering and laughing: "So no matter how many years I have been outside, I must come back."