[Shen Jian] Plum rain

Chen Xiang added a handful of firewood, used tongs to stir up the fire, got up and poured oil into the hot pan.When the oil is boiling, pour in the freshly washed vegetables.

The vegetable leaves are green, lit with water droplets, and after several times of frying in the oil pan, they gradually become soft and emit fragrance.

The sky was gloomy, and there was the sound of fine rain outside the window, crackling on the half-finished lantern at the door.If it was an ordinary time, Liu Yanchang would have come out to collect the lanterns—that is what the father and son depend on for a living.

Chen Xiang picked up the stir-fried vegetables, leaving some oil stars at the bottom of the pot, scooped a spoonful of well water into the pot, then quickly ran to the door, and hurriedly put away the lantern.After putting away the things, Chen Xiang washed his hands in the rainwater that rolled down from the eaves, wiped dry on the apron, and went back to the stove, intending to mix tofu and vegetables with the little oil Make a soup together.

Before the water boiled completely, Chen Xiang heard footsteps behind him, looked back, Liu Yanchang shielded the candle from the wind with one hand, and walked out from the back room.A person followed behind him, it was the young man who visited unexpectedly this morning.

The moment he saw Chen Xiang, Liu Yanchang's expression looked a bit strange, while the man in white smiled at him very gently.

"...Chen Xiang," Liu Yanchang put the candle on the dining table, as if he was a bit embarrassed between words, "He is our distant relative, and he came to stay for a few days to recuperate. Call him uncle."

Chen Xiang shifted his eyes from Liu Yanchang to "Uncle", and called obediently: "Uncle."

The man smiled and nodded, and patted him on the shoulder.

The child in front of him was the same as the first time I saw him, with a handsome appearance, a heroic posture, thin and powerful arms, and the unique flexibility of a 20-year-old youth.But Yang Jian came a little late after all, Chen Xiang was taller than he imagined - he was already about the same height as him, and when he stood facing each other, he was able to look at him at the same level.

"The conditions at home are not good, you... don't mind it," Liu Yanchang said with embarrassment, "Yesterday just entered the plum blossom, and the house will be wet for half a month, so it's not easy to endure."

"It's okay, I'll only stay for a few days." The man's brows were full of heroism, his body was as straight as a gun, but his expression was indescribably soft, "I just hope that it won't disturb Chen Xiang's life."

"Of course not... Brother-in-law, why don't you go in and rest in the house, the kitchen smells of oily smoke."

Liu Yanchang is full of knowledge, his way of hospitality must be excellent.But before that, Yang Jian was prejudiced and never stepped into the threshold of Liu's house as a "guest".Yang Jian probably thought of this, and a hint of apology flashed in his heart, and he said softly: "Don't pay attention to me, I don't want to disturb you. It's fine as usual, as it is now."

Liu Yanchang was quite emotional when he heard the extremely plain and brief words.He tried his best to calm down the turbulent mood and nodded, but when he turned around, he couldn't remember what he was doing at this time in the past.In the end, he was really stunned on the spot, and decided to leave this place of right and wrong first, and go to the porch to blow the cold wind, maybe he can wake up a little bit.

The moment he walked out, Liu Yanchang looked back at his brother-in-law, and then heaved a sigh of relief calmly: his brother-in-law, his wife's second brother, was all focused on Chen Xiang, and didn't even notice the slightest hesitation of his brother-in-law.

That's right, this is like the real relationship between Yang Jian and Liu Yanchang.Liu Yanchang's heartstrings were slightly relaxed, he turned the corner, and deliberately let the cool rain drizzle on his face as if nothing, so as not to be too embarrassed, but also to wake himself up, so he couldn't be fooled by Yang Jian's soft-spoken appearance.

When Chen Xiang split the mountain to save his mother, the truth cannot be summed up in the words "filial piety touches the sky".The Heavenly Court is a collection of power, and behind the power are countless intrigues, hiding filth, deceiving the world, being greedy for profit, and having to launch when the arrow is on the string.With one axe, Chen Xiang cut out the new sky, and cut out the equality of immortals and mortals, but Yang Jian also fell under his "filial piety".In the end, although Yang Jian did not die, Chen Xiang was tired of the disturbance, and begged his mother to erase her memory and abolish her mana, and became a mortal together with Liu Yanchang.

As for the reason why Yang Jian condescended to appear here, it is probably because he thought it was too unkind to use his nephew to modify the Tiantiao—although after the truth was revealed, all those who betrayed and spurned him at the beginning Everyone returned to Yang Jian's side, and even the Jade Emperor gave him the name of "bearing humiliation", but as far as he was concerned, according to Yang Chan, he still thought that Chen Xiang was his only nephew, and he felt ashamed.

This is also normal, Liu Yanchang tried his best to convince himself.Yang Jian is a liar, a treacherous, cunning, shameless liar.He can use any means to achieve his goals, from the heaven to the mortal world, from the Jade Emperor to Liu Yanchang, which one is not played around by him?Now that he wants to act as a loving uncle and guilty brother-in-law, let's act with him for the time being.

Anyway, he, Liu Yanchang, had no second choice at all.

In front of Yang Jian, he never had one.

"--father?"

Liu Yanchang, who was immersed in the memory, turned pale with shock, and suddenly turned his head to see Chen Xiang, his face finally turned rosy: "You want to scare your father to death?"

Chen Xiang curled her lips: "Father, what is this uncle here for? Why do you seem to be afraid of him?"

Liu Yanchang's face froze: "Of course not. How could Dad be afraid of your uncle? Didn't you just say that he came to recuperate from his illness?"

"What disease?"

"Wh-" Any disease is fine, he is mana backlash, "he is full of diseases."

"I can't make it up."

"..."

"Father, don't lie to me," Chen Xiang suppressed his voice, "Did he bully you? When he talked to you just now, you had four words all over your face."

"Which four words?"

"Shou, Favor, Ruo, Shocked."

Son is always smart, but this is too smart.Liu Yanchang sighed: "If you study hard, aren't you afraid that you won't be a scholar?"

It's like an admission in disguise.Chen Xiang added another knife: "There are four more words."

"..."

"Bandits, barbarians, so, think."

Unbelievable things, since Yang Jian stepped into this house, were destined to continue one after another.For example, now, the three men Yang Jian, Chen Xiang and Liu Yanchang can eat at the same table.

Liu Yanchang never dreamed that today would happen, and even if this scene really appeared in his dream, it would be a nightmare that would make him terrified in the middle of the night.But now this scene is not only staged vividly, but also a filial uncle and nephew.

Yang Jian is a god, and there is a bowl of rice in front of him like a priest in a shrine, but he only moved a chopstick; of course, that chopstick may only be moved to deal with Chen Xiang's overly alert mind, after all, he must be a mortal now.But although he didn't eat it himself, he was always very persistent in adding vegetables to Chen Xiang. After watching Chen Xiang finish eating a vegetable leaf and a piece of tofu, he began to unskillfully pick vegetables from the soup pot to Chen Xiang's bowl.

As time goes by, more and more vegetables are eaten in Chen Xiang's bowl, piling up like a mountain.Finally, Yang Jian also realized that his behavior might not be like a standard distant relative, so he put down his chopsticks as if at a loss, lowered his eyes, as if he was repenting.

As for whether he is regretting that he can't even play a relative, or whether he is regretting the use of Chen Xiang, Liu Yanchang really can't think of it, and he doesn't want to know.All he knew was that the God of Justice, who looked down on the Three Realms, was recovering from a serious injury. He had lost a lot of weight and his face was pitifully pale. Coupled with this face of guilt, it was like playing a good uncle who couldn't help himself and was misunderstood. The state of perfection.

Even Liu Yanchang couldn't help being moved.

He had no choice but to find something to talk about, but there was really nothing to talk about with Yang Jian, so he could only start with his son: "Chen Xiang, is the firewood gone? Dad will go up the mountain this afternoon to cut some."

Chen Xiang casually picked up the tofu in the bowl: "I'll just go, Dad, your legs and feet are inconvenient."

Liu Yanchang looked down at his feet.He sprained his foot a few days ago, and he applied medicinal wine several times but it didn't improve.But if Chen Xiang is asked to chop firewood in front of Yang Jian... Liu Yanchang was thinking about it, and suddenly heard Yang Jian say: "It's raining and the road is slippery, I'll go."

No!Let the majestic Erlang Zhenjun go to chop firewood, is he afraid that he has eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard?Liu Yanchang was really shocked, but he couldn't show it too obviously, and said quickly: "How can I do that, you are sick!"

As soon as the words fell, the uncle and nephew looked at him together, enough to see a hole in him.

After many years, Liu Yanchang once again felt that he was unnecessary in this family.

"...I mean, my brother-in-law is still sick, just let Chen Xiang go." Liu Yanchang explained, "Young people, exercise more, it doesn't matter."

Yang Jian nodded, as if agreeing with his brother-in-law's point of view.Liu Yanchang breathed a sigh of relief again.

Chen Xiang put down the bowl and chopsticks, and glanced at the rice in Yang Jian's bowl: "Uncle, aren't you hungry?"

When Yang Jian heard this, his beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.Liu Yanchang thought, don't look at him on the surface who just frowned and dispelled the clouds of sorrow, there probably already was a cheering villain in his heart, who kept shouting "my nephew took the initiative to talk to me"...

Erlang Shen, who wants face and is good for nothing.

"Uncle is not hungry," Yang Jian replied, "Chen Xiang..."

"Eat later if you're not hungry." Chen Xiang interrupted him without giving him any face, "Don't waste food, my family is very poor."

Liu Yanchang's face turned pale when he heard this—a bit paler than Yang Jian's.After Piansheng Chen Xiang ran out on Yang Jian, he turned around and gave Liu Yanchang a complacent smile: Dad, I have avenged you.

But his father had a heartbroken and dejected look on his face.

Relatively speaking, Yang Jian's expression was not so ugly.The brilliance in his eyes was not suppressed by Chen Xiang at all, the smile still lingered in the corners of his eyes, and he obediently replied: "Uncle knows it's wrong."

Is it the fault of not eating, or the fault of using the nephew?Or both.

Liu Yanchang didn't want to and was unable to investigate further.

After all, this day did not go as planned, and there was no intention of stopping the rain until the afternoon, so the matter of going up the mountain to cut firewood could only be postponed temporarily.While the father and son were taking a nap, Yang Jian couldn't sleep because of something on his mind, so he listened to the rain in the room for a while, and only came out when there was movement outside.I saw the father and son moving two low stools at the door, one sitting on one side, one arranging bamboo strips and the other cutting tissue paper, and began to paste the lanterns.

The father and son have a tacit understanding, and they cooperate without any extra words. They pass it on with one hand and follow with the other, and soon a lantern takes shape.When Chen Xiang finished making the second lantern, he accidentally caught a glimpse of his uncle of unknown origin who had started out of the room at some time, standing by the window not far from them, clasping the bones of the folding fan with his fingertips, as if watching Bewitched.

The window was open a little, or in fact couldn't be closed at all, and a little rain would always leak in from time to time.Chen Xiang watched, not knowing where the impulse came from, and reminded: "It's cold over there, come and sit." After finishing speaking, she remembered the identity of the other party, and added, "Uncle."

When his uncle called out, Yang Jian was really helpful, and walked over obediently, and sat down on the bench where he had eaten just now.Liu Yanchang looked at his actions, and inexplicably came up with a thought: Yang Jian is too obedient now, even if Chen Xiang asked him to die, he might seriously consider it.

Whoever made him owe Chen Xiang deserves it.

Of course, Liu Yanchang will never express these ideas in his life.He was arranging the bamboo strips silently, and seemed to think of something for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Brother, there is hot water in the pot, but there is no tea..."

"It doesn't matter," Yang Jian smiled and said gently, "You are busy with your work."

This phrase can be understood as "don't bother me".He only has Chen Xiang in his eyes.Liu Yanchang sighed silently.

There was no words for a while, only the sound of dripping rain and the rustling of paper lanterns.Yang Jian was even more quiet. There were a few times when Chen Xiang even wondered if his uncle was still around. After all, pasting lanterns was such a boring job, and there were only a few extremely monotonous processes. of.

But this uncle of his didn't seem to be bored at all, and it seemed that the drunkard's intentions were not in drinking, and he had other thoughts in his mind.Chen Xiang was really surprised, distracted, almost stuck the bamboo strips between his nails.

Although it was only a momentary carelessness, this scene was still captured by Yang Jian.With a thought in his mind, the bamboo strip snapped in two with a bang.

Hearing the sound, Liu Yanchang raised his eyes, looked at Chen Xiang's surprised expression, and saw Yang Jian's eyes begging for help, he probably guessed what happened, and helped to smooth things over: "Chen Xiang, you need to use ingenuity, this time the bamboo strips are easy to change." break."

Although Chen Xiang still felt that the bamboo strips were broken strangely, but after hearing what his father said, he didn't go into it further, and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, Dad."

Following this sentence of apology, Yang Jian's face turned pale obviously.

He should still remember that the last sentence Chen Xiang left him before erasing his memory was also "I'm sorry".

Sorry, I didn't make the nephew you wanted.

I'm sorry that you need to sacrifice and pay like this.

I'm sorry, I don't want to be your nephew anymore, I just want to be a mortal...

These three words, Yang Jian tossed and turned every night during the recovery period, and deciphered countless meanings.Every interpretation is a sharp knife.

Yang Jian knew that he had done something wrong, and he always knew it.

But he didn't come looking for answers, he just wanted to make amends.

The atmosphere was a little strange.Liu Yanchang could guess what Yang Jian was thinking, and he thought that it would be better to leave space for the two of them, uncle and nephew, and let Yang Jian say what he wanted to say, which was better than him being always distracted, and the decisive judiciary god Yang Jian in his impression. Nothing to do with it.So he excused himself that it was getting late and got up to cook.

Now only Chen Xiang and Yang Jian's uncle and nephew are left.