brown sugar eggs

That day the old village chief passed out in Liang Baiyu's house.

The two sons were yelling and cursing that they wanted to fight Liang Baiyu desperately, but they saw him covering his mouth and coughing up blood.

Those two were so dumbfounded that they even forgot their father who was lying on the ground.

Until a violent and terrifying pheromone rushed into their spiritual realm.

I fuck.

Alpha's level is not equal to what they know, and they are full of strong and aggressive hatred towards them.

The two brothers looked at each other tremblingly, then ran out.

A basket was thrown from behind and smashed on the door in front of them, accompanied by a low growl, "Take it away."

They turned their heads with pale faces, one by the shoulder and the other by the foot, and carried the old man away.

Liang Baiyu would avoid Chen Suone every time he coughed up blood, this was the first time he saw it.

Chen Suone went to the yard to bring water into the house, washed Liang Baiyu's fingers, wiped the blood around his mouth with a rag, and asked him to drink water to rinse his mouth.

During those few things, Chen Suone didn't panic.

When he went out with a basin of bloody water, he realized that his hands and feet were cold and his teeth were shaking.

The knuckles of Chen Suone's hands clasping the washbasin turned white, and something in the depths of his throat was about to come out with his panting, and he frowned forbearance.

But still choked up.

The bloody water in the washbasin shook.

Alpha's heart was squeezed by a sharp pain, his hands were shaking, his eyes were red and his thin lips were tightly pressed.

The little black dog ran over with his unsmooth legs, hit him with his head, and yelled cautiously, "Wow."

Alpha closed his eyes, his broad shoulders trembled, and he choked with sobs.

"Chen Su..."

A weak voice came from the room, "I want to eat brown sugar eggs."

Chen Song roughly wiped his face: "Okay, I'll do it."

When Chen Suone entered the room with the sweet-smelling brown sugar eggs, Liang Baiyu had already passed out.

Chen Suone got used to it.

I was used to Liang Baiyu not waiting for him.

I'm also used to eating brown sugar eggs by myself, and stared at the empty bowl in a daze after eating.

His father's voice made Chen Song return to the reality shrouded in clouds. He went to the next room and skillfully pumped the diaper under his father's buttocks.

"Not dirty." Chen Fugui observed his son's expression, "What happened to him?"

Chen Song let go of his hand pulling out the diaper: "I'm coughing up blood, I'm asleep."

A few words are spoken in a straightforward manner, but it is more palpitating than emotional disorder and incoherent speech.

Chen Fugui said: "I suspect he has tuberculosis."

"It's a new type. The cough is not severe, but it's just coughing up blood." Chen Fugui didn't know how long he thought about it, and he made a reasonable analysis, "Don't sleep in the same room with him, so as not to be infected."

At the end, he added, "Even if his disease is not contagious, the aura of the sick ghost will still affect you."

Chen Song turned around and walked out.

"Is there no place to live at home or something, you have to let him sleep on your bed!" Chen Fugui finished berating, and said weakly, "People who are almost thirty have a muscle."

Chen Fugui knocked on the headboard of the bed and asked his son who was about to walk to the door, "Let me ask you, why did the village chief come to see him?"

Chen Song paused: "I don't know."

"Then you didn't ask him?"

"Don't ask." Chen Song's raised foot froze, and he lowered his head to pull the right sleeve, rubbing his thumb against the drop of blood that he didn't know when it got on.

Chen Fugui was thoughtful, what could the village head have to do with the Liang family?

Decades ago, how many layers of dust were covered...

What's the point of blowing off the ashes now, the grave grass under the ashes has long been tall.

There are also no graves.

"Next time the village chief comes over, I won't open the door for him." Chen Song said and walked out.

The implication is that what you say is useless.

I am in charge of this matter.

"You only have the surname Liang in your eyes." Chen Fugui said something later, and the door he was about to close was suddenly pushed open.

The son who was about to leave turned around, his whole body contained no anger, only overwhelming grievances.

It was like his father kicked his precious things.

Chen Fugui looked at his son's red eyes, and he felt annoyed. What he said just now was a short-lived ghost.

"If I say it verbally, it will really come true." Chen Fugui was a little guilty by his son's appearance of crying, "Besides, even if it is true, it must not be that God listened to me." of……"

Chen Song said suddenly: "I want to be nice to him."

Chen Fugui was taken aback.

From last autumn to this spring, he didn't remember how much he had angered his son overtly and secretly, and gradually got tired and gave up and took soft moves.

Now that he revealed it like this, he still took the initiative.

Chen Fugui wanted to tell his son, where are you now? You haven't been there in half your life. You will meet many people in the future.

He saw his son crying.

The son's tears gave Chen Fugui a big shock.It was the first time he saw it.

This caused Chen Fugui to stay up all night, and fell asleep for a while at dawn. I don't know how long it took, but he was woken up by the smell of oily smoke from the kitchen. The sun is high outside most of the cloth.

Chen Fugui turned his head and saw the bowls and plates on the cabinet, both clasped together, he took off the top plate, looked at the rice paste inside, touched the bowl, it was still warm.

No one in this world is made of iron and steel.

Being unable to take care of himself, spending a lot of money on medical treatment and medicine, dragging his legs with no end in sight, and pampering a foreign surname whose life is thinner than paper.

Looking at both ends, I am tired of thinking about it.

Chen Fugui picked up the rice paste and put it down again, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the kitchen, with a large spatula in his hand, Chen Suone stir-fried the red peppers in the rapeseed oil.

Liang Baiyu lay behind him, tiptoed to probe, "It's so spicy."

"You go out." Chen Song looked at him.

"I don't." Liang Baiyu's nose and eyes were flushed physiologically, "Is it time to put lettuce?"

"Wait a minute." Chen Song fried the peppers a few times, fished out the light yellow porcelain vat inside the pot, and lifted the lid of the vat with his hands, revealing the lard inside.

The lard was not scooped up in a mess, but started from one corner, and a piece was sunken.

There is still a little uneaten oil residue piled up next to it.

Chen Suo pointed the porcelain jar to the cauldron, and used a spatula to scrape the oil residue into the pot.

The oil residue was sizzling.

Liang Baiyu put both hands on Chen Suone's arms, and leaned his chin on his shoulder, feeling the taste of life half-consciously.

When the lettuce was put into the pot, the remaining water was fried in the pot.

The sound opened Liang Baiyu's eyes that were about to close, and he said impatiently, "When can we eat?"

"You can eat it now." Chen Song uncovered the rice cooker and brought up a porcelain pot of bacon on top of the rice. His skin was rough and the meat was thick, so he didn't feel it was hot.

The person behind grabbed his hand and put it on his ear, and said to him, "It's burning, pinch it."

He did as he pinched his ears a few times.

The lunch was delivered to Chen Fugui's house by Liang Baiyu.

Chen Suone was asked to wait outside the door. As soon as he saw Liang Baiyu coming out, he immediately went up to him and cast worried eyes at the same time.

"Your father fell asleep, and I didn't wake him up, so I put the food on the bedside." Liang Baiyu said.

Chen Suone went in to take a look and found that his father was still awake and his eyelids were still moving.

He paused, and gently closed the door.

Laughter came from the courtyard, and Chen Song looked around in search of prestige.

The young man was sitting under the tree, and the little black dog was rolling in front of him, as if to amuse him.

Chen Suone glanced at the blue sky and the comfortable sunshine. He moved a ladder to the wall, went back to the room, opened the closet, and took out the new quilt made last year.

"What are you doing?" Liang Baiyu asked lazily with a leaf on his forehead.

"Sewing a quilt." Chen Suone said.

Liang Baiyu's eyes lit up immediately: "Do you want to sew on the roof? I'm going too."

Chen Song smiled from an angle that the young man couldn't see.

In fact, at this stage, he has no intention of sewing quilts at all, but he just wants to let the young people have some energy.

When Liang Baiyu climbed the ladder, Chen Song regretted it again. He raised his heart and said, "I will hold you."

"I can climb by myself." Liang Baiyu handed over his hand helplessly.

Chen Song took his soft and slightly hot hand: "Slow down, don't miss it."

"You're so wordy." Liang Baiyu walked up the ladder step by step, with a few small stones stuffed into the soles of his leather shoes. At this moment, it was strange, his fingertips scratched the man's dark and dry palm, "I'm You've been here for a few days, and you haven't come up here before."

"Just dry things on the roof, nothing to see." Chen Song tensed his nerve endings, paying attention to his feet.

"Look at the scenery." Liang Baiyu's eyes suddenly blurred, and he lost consciousness. When he recovered, he found himself being held by a pair of muscular arms, and there was a rapid panting and calling in his ears.

"It's okay...I'm fine..." Liang Baiyu frowned, and patted the man's pale face, "It's okay."

Chen Su's throat seemed to be dripping with blood from a sharp knife, and he couldn't speak. He didn't know how he brought Liang Baiyu to the roof, and how he went downstairs to bring up a few crispy rice.

The soul is out of the body, scared.

Chen Suone was sitting on the roof. There was a large dark sweat mark on the undershirt on his back. He lowered his head, and there were very noisy voices in his head.

It seemed as if someone was carrying the coffin and carrying the water for funerals, the sound of suona was mixed with crying and shaking, calling the names of relatives sadly.

With a delicate touch on Chen Suone's sharp jaw, he turned his head sideways.

"How come you look like a little old man." Liang Baiyu joked, "It was not good-looking before, but now it is even uglier."

Chen Suone saw himself clearly in the young man's pupils, with a messy beard and heavy scab marks between his brows.

then,

The young man's eyes were replaced by a vibrant spring scene.

The wind is warm and the sun is warm.

Chen Song swept the roof, spread out the new quilt on the floor, and covered it with a layer of bright red and green cloth, stitching stitch by stitch from the upper left corner.

Liang Baiyu was lying on the soft quilt, with branches and green leaves swaying in the wind in his field of vision, rooster crowing in his ears, and occasionally a dog barking. The plaster on his left wrist was torn off a few days ago and replaced. It became the purple silk scarf.

Set off by his skin so white that blue blood vessels can be seen and his weak and slender wrist bones, the silk scarf looks like a coquettish decoration.

Chen Suone followed the silk scarf from the corner of his eye.

He secretly unwrapped it in the middle of the night and observed the young man's glands.

It seems to be an allergic sore caused by an ordinary hormone abnormality. He wiped off the medicine brought back by the army, but it didn't work.

Years later, Chen Song also asked his relatives who went to the county to find the post office for help, but there was still no letter from him.

Friends are trustworthy and capable.

According to the current situation, the worst result is that my friend went on a mission after talking with him on the phone last year, and he hasn't answered so far, and he hasn't received his capsule at all.

Chen Song stopped sewing the quilt. He looked at the needle pierced into the flesh, and he didn't pull it out for a long time.

"Ah, why are you so careless." Liang Baiyu rolled over and leaned over, "The needle has already been poked into my hand."

Chen Su's eyes stayed on his bloodless face for a moment, he casually wiped off the blood on his fingertips, and continued to sew the quilt.

The hand was pulled, accompanied by a hesitant mutter, "You seem to be wearing something less."

"I see!"

Liang Baiyu rummaged through the sewing basket and found a slightly rusty copper thimble. He slightly raised his head to look at Chen Su, his long black hair curled tenderly, and his watery eyes smiled: "Give me your hand!" .”

Chen Sukun subconsciously stretched out his hand, and the copper thimble encircled his finger little by little with the body temperature and unique fragrance of the youth.

For a moment, he seemed to be in a chapel with a simple ring on his hand.

In front of him is a lover who wants to spend the four seasons with him, see the mountains and rivers, and listen to the wind and rain.

But he did not hear God's blessing.

no blessings.