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After Yang Ming smoked outside, he sneaked home after the smell of the smoke dissipated for a while. When he entered the room, he ran into a dark figure, which scared him so much that he almost peed on his crotch.

"It's me." Yang Lingling's chilly voice sounded in the darkness.

Yang Ming was about to scold, when his sister came over: "Is there any pheromone from Chen Suone in Liang Baiyu's room?"

"Go away." Yang Ming pushed her away, felt the light cord pull, and the room lit up, falling on his depressed face.

Beta couldn't be marked, and Alpha couldn't leave pheromone after sleeping, and it disappeared after a while, so he couldn't catch anyone who had been close to Liang Baiyu, and couldn't catch any evidence.

However, there are always people who talk about Liang Baiyu's bed affairs every day. There must be some bragging, but how many of them are true...

The most annoyed thing was that when he went back to find Liang Baiyu to confirm, he was led by the nose every time, forgetting his business in a muddleheaded way, and being teased so that his pheromones fluttered.

"What a fart, Chen Suone's pheromone is so low-level, and he still wants to stay at Liang Baiyu's house? It's a dream." Yang Ming took off his yellow sweater and tugged at the rolled up autumn clothes, "Old sister, if you really I really wanted to know his taste, so I went up the mountain during the hot season, and then tied him up."

As he spoke, he realized that his sister was actually thinking seriously, his face twitched.Crazy, crazy crazy.

"The glass shards on the wall of our house are very sharp. Be careful of bleeding and tears." Yang Lingling walked out, stopped, "Mingzi, take it easy, Mom doesn't like you playing with Liang Baiyu."

Yang Ming threw out the sneakers that he took off: "He gave our family so much money, how can she pay it back..."

"What do you mean, that's not a business?" Yang Lingling interrupted.

"The vegetables he bought, such as chicken, are available in every household in the village, and he buys them at our house. What does that mean?"

"Who knows," Yang Lingling snorted coldly, "It doesn't mean he likes you anyway."

Yang Ming kicked off the other shoe aggressively, and snorted louder: "It's the same as saying I care that he likes me!"

"That's right, he's just a cheap and cheap Beta." Yang Lingling quoted what his brother said.

"I said he can, but you can't!" Yang Ming clenched his fists and went into a rage on the spot.

Yang Lingling gave him a look of "contempt" and left.

"Old sister." Yang Ming called to stop her.

"Why?" Yang Lingling was impatient.

"Do you think he came back to... go to the grave?" Yang Ming asked one second before blinking the next second, "By the way, where are his parents' graves?"

The siblings looked at me, and I looked at you, all in a daze, they had never heard of this matter.

"On the mountain, where else can it be? He hasn't come back for so many years, and the grave will definitely be lost long ago. After a long time, the living and the dead will not be able to wait." Yang Lingling recovered first, and said coldly, "Don't worry about it." If he goes back to the village to miss his family or pay respects to his parents, you should stay away from him, otherwise you will be careful that your mother will find you an Alpha to marry."

"Don't scare me." Yang Ming squeezed his feet into the cotton slippers, "How old was he when he left?"

"Forgot." Yang Lingling brushed the long hair around the neck ring, "Anyway, he was very young. After hearing that his parents died unexpectedly, his cousin took him out of the village. At that time, you were still wearing crotch pants, and I also Playing with mud."

Yang Ming scratched his face: "Someone threw feces at his door, you know about this, right?"

Yang Lingling was not very concerned.

"Let me tell you what I'm pondering tonight. He grew up outside and has not been in touch with the village all these years. Why is he so disgusted when he comes back?" Yang Ming said, "No What did his parents do when they were alive?"

"If your imagination is used in your studies, you won't drop out before finishing elementary school... Sigh..." Yang Lingling's arm was twisted, and she pushed his brother's hand away with a cold face, "It also involves the grievances of the previous generation... , how is it possible, but it's just..."

Having said that, she paused subtly.

"What is it?" Yang Ming grabbed his sister's jacket, "The more I think about it, the more something is wrong. Liu Kuan is not a great sage, so why did everyone believe what he said on the day Liang Baiyu returned to the village, and treat Liang Baiyu in various ways?" Rolling eyes?"

Yang Lingling said: "Those words are just an introduction. The main reason is that after he came back, the village became uneasy. Several families had to quarrel because of him, and those who talked about good marriages also wanted to brag. There are not a few people who are fascinated by him. It's no wonder that those people can wait to see him at home." The village is so big, public opinion of praise and criticism can be contagious, and a consensus will be reached soon.

The room was quiet for a while, Yang Ming muttered: "I can't decide my appearance, just like me, I have inherited all the advantages of my parents, you have none, and even the pheromones are intermediate, which is completely inferior to me. Fuck me." While talking, he cast a sympathetic look.

Yang Lingling didn't get angry, she got used to it.

Regarding the series of influences brought by Liang Baiyu, it is exaggerated but normal.

Sometimes, under certain circumstances, beauty is the original sin, and being too much is a great sin. If you don’t do anything, you will be judged as a scourge.

To explain is to be hypocritical and affectation, not to explain is to be dissolute and shameless, and it is wrong no matter what.

Liang Baiyu is not an ordinary little wild flower in the mountains. He is too gorgeous and too seductive. Whether it is his personality or his style of dressing, he is extremely reckless and bright, which is not suitable for the environment of this village.

But he is back.

This is not chaos, there are more chaos.

Fortunately, he is a Beta, not an Omega, and will not have a pheromone connection with the Alphas.

Unfortunately, this is also the point - he is a Beta, can be marked by many people, marked many times, repeatedly marked.

The back of Yang Ming's neck was a little itchy, and he scratched hard through the neck ring: "Old sister, why are you pretending to be deep?"

"Don't worry about the adult's business, go to sleep now, you little fool." Yang Lingling walked out of the house, closed the door and whispered, "I have to dig the ground tomorrow."

A final warning, "Your fever period is coming, don't run around at night!"

Yang Ming's left ear went in and the right ear went out, and he didn't take it seriously at all. He rushed to the door in a few steps: "Mr. Yang, I finished reading "Story Club", give me two more copies!"

"roll."

There was a torrential rain in the middle of the night.

All the dregs and excrement in front of Liang Baiyu's gate were washed away and flowed into the ditch.

The ditch was dug around the village, with a bend around the bottom.

There may be big secrets in the village, but there must be no small secrets.Who scooped up the manure from their own cesspit and mentioned that Liang Baiyu's house was dumped, no one would have seen it, and they chose not to talk about it.

Now it's all right, the smell of feces passes through every house, and every family has a share.

The rain made me sleepy so lightly that I couldn't help getting up, said a few words to the window, and then went back to bed to continue sleeping. In my dream, I was chewing my tongue with someone.

Liang Baiyu was not grateful to God, he got up early, sat at the door with a bamboo chair, and waited for the Bodhisattva to repair his house.

Bodhisattvas come and go, and one day passes.

After a few days, Chen Song talked less and did more. The main room was basically finished. He sat on the ground with his strong legs spread apart randomly, and he unscrewed the kettle with his dirty hands.

Liang Baiyu was about to start touching the new wall when a whisper sounded in his ear.

"Don't touch it, just let it dry." Chen Song stopped it.

"Oh..." Liang Baiyu withdrew his hand, and squatted close to him.

Chen Suone choked on a mouthful of water and coughed in embarrassment.

"You come to my house every day." Liang Baiyu put one hand on his back and patted him gently, "What about Lin Zi?"

Chen Suone's coughing stopped abruptly, and his entire back muscles hardened into stones.

"Will someone steal the tree?" Liang Baiyu said in a worried tone.

Chen Suone's upper body leaned forward, keeping distance from the hand on his back: "It's okay."

"Really?" Liang Baiyu said softly, breathing on his black barrier buckle.

Chen Su stood up abruptly: "I'll go to the yard to make some mud."

When he walked, he took big steps, his chest under the camouflage uniform was hot and humid, and the roots of his ears were red.

Liang Baiyu bent down to pick up the kettle that had been dropped by his master, slowly scraped off the water on the spout with his index finger, and suddenly looked in the direction of the window.

After a few seconds, he walked over.

There is a head lying outside the window, it is a girl, she is standing on tiptoe hugging a jar, holding a small half of taro in her hand, her cheeks are bulging, and her eyes are looking inside curiously.

The girl didn't expect that the people in the room found her, and she was so frightened that she forgot to chew the taro in her mouth.

Liang Baiyu pushed open the wooden window from the inside and smiled at her: "Don't be afraid."

The girl stared at him blankly.

Liang Baiyu said "ah", "Is the taro delicious?"

"It's delicious." The girl subconsciously gave him the jar in her arms, "I just dug it at home, I dug it all, there are many at home."

There are a few fragrant and soft taro in the jar, with red skin and steaming.

Liang Baiyu propped his chin: "Is it sweet?"

"It's not very sweet now, if you let it go, it will be sweet in winter." The girl picked the jar with her fingers.

Liang Baiyu blinked: "Then I'll wait until winter to buy."

"Little sister, what do you watch me do, eat it." There was a gentle smile in his eyes, "Tell me after eating, why did you come here?"

The girl ate the taro in her hand a few bites, and hit her heart a few times when she choked, she stammered: "I, I..."

"Okay, okay, I won't ask any more." Liang Baiyu stretched out his hand out of the window and rubbed her short, rough hair, "Next time, don't eat by other people's windows, it scares people, but it will scare people to death .”

The girl sniffled. She took out the largest taro from the jar and handed it to him.

"Give it to me?" Liang Baiyu looked very surprised, her eyelashes trembled, her eyes were moist and shiny, giving people the illusion that she was about to cry in the next moment.

The girl handed over the taro again.

"Then I'll take it." Liang Baiyu took the taro, pressed his fingertips against its skin, and poked the flesh with a little force.

The hands of the people in the window are very beautiful, like carefully polished works of art, you can directly enter the exhibition hall.

The girl looked straight: "Brother, what does it look like outside?"

"Outside." Liang Baiyu was peeling the taro, and the silk curtain beside him floated up, and the shadow swayed over his colorful facial features. "It's a kaleidoscope."

The girl's toes were sore and she stepped back on the ground. She was a bit shorter and couldn't reach the window sill. She was about to stand on tiptoes again when she saw something thrown out of the window and fell steadily into her jar.

It's a crescent-shaped piece of fudge.

She looked up and saw that the window was closed.

There were mottled tree shadows on the ground in the corner of the yard, and two chickens were strolling there. When Chen Song heard footsteps, he didn't look back, and vigorously stirred up the mudflat with a shovel.

When he reconciled with Ni, he found the young man lying beside the haystack, eating taro and basking in the sun.

The young man's hair was shoulder-length, he picked up a bunch of it and tied it behind his head, and a few strands hung down his cheeks, which were blown out in slow arcs by the wind from time to time, lazily.

At his feet was a water jug, standing up, with a strap hanging from his leg.

"Your kettle is going to be empty." Liang Baiyu didn't look at Chen Suone. He took a bite of the taro, and the taste was soft and sweet. "There is water in the kitchen, go and fill it up."

Chen Suone went to get the kettle.

Without taking it away, a finger picked up the strap with very light force.

His big hand clutching the jug froze.

The fingernails stuffed with mud pressed the body of the pot, and the palms were sweating.

"Honest man." Liang Baiyu hooked the water bottle strap inward, looked up at his bearded chin, moved his eyes down a little, and glanced at his rolling Adam's apple.

"What does your pheromone smell like?"