[Shen Jian] Plum rain

Liu Yanchang always thought that Yang Jian was an actor.Whether it's true or not, but at least in front of Chen Xiang, his acting skills can't be displayed normally.

In the past, he had to act. Fortunately, Chen Xiang was only a 16-year-old boy, and Xiao Yu, Ao Chun, Ding Xiang and others allied with him were not even a fraction of Yang Jian's age. Even if their acting skills were stiff, they could still handle it.But now he can stop acting, let alone acting again, so he has no awareness of being an actor. The judicial god who was scolded as "sharp-tongued" just now was slammed by his exasperated nephew. no.

What is he doing here?Yes, to buy food for my nephew.It's just that he seldom visited the mortal market for thousands of years, and looked at the street for a long time, but he still didn't think of what to buy to make Chen Xiang like it.In the end, the reason why I chose sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root and roast duck was because the queue at the stall was long enough, so I followed suit.It was already late when he went out, and it was already dusk when he finished shopping, not to mention that he walked the wrong way home for the few miles.

It's hard for Li Jing to overcome the complex terrain in the mountains and Erlang's magical and treacherous route, and successfully realize the meeting between the two parties, which is gratifying to congratulate.

Seeing that Yang Jian had nothing to say, Chen Xiang's anger finally subsided a little, and he scrutinized his uncle's face several times. Seeing that there was no damage, he thought of his father's reassuring sentence, "When we come back at night, he must be there already." Home", the two echoed each other, suspicious again: "It's so dark, can you see?"

What's unseen?Even if you really stumble, you won't die.Yang Jian smiled at him: "Walk slowly, and you'll be fine."

"Really?" Chen Xiang asked, "Then when I came here just now, I saw a light here, what's going on?"

Most likely it was caused by the six eyes of the three-headed dragon.Yang Jian was dying, seemingly innocent: "I didn't see it."

"I saw it."

"I read it wrong."

"...Up to you." The lie was made up quite like that.Chen Xiang was at a loss what to do, and his eyes fell on the things in his uncle's hand: "What is that?"

"It's nothing, it's for you."

"Give it to me?" Chen Xiang's heart skipped a beat. In fact, he was eager to know what it was, but because of face, he had to suppress the invisible throbbing in his heart, so he forced himself to turn around without any hesitation. He walked back as if he didn't care, and asked lightly, "You ran out alone to buy these?"

He noticed that Yang Jian quickly followed, with a cautious smile in his words, as if coaxing a child.He asked: "Chen Xiang, do you still blame me?"

Chen Xiang naturally knew what he was referring to.On the way of searching alone, he really thought carefully about how to face this so-called uncle who had an unknown origin and had hurt his parents. He couldn't get the answer until he found Yang Jian's figure.

According to normal thinking, when the overall situation is uncertain, temporary cold treatment is often more effective.Yang Jian is good at calculating, it is impossible not to know the pros and cons, but he has already planned to leave tomorrow. Before the teacher returns to Huashan, no matter what, he wants to make a pair of normal uncles and nephews with his nephew. The kind of relatives who can occasionally ask for a few words, can only touch this bad luck on their own.

But the mildew is on the verge of breaking out.Yang Jian followed Chen Xiang to stop.

Hold the sound and hold, the fine rain splashing on the umbrella surface is like a whisper, becoming more and more clear.The sky is pitch black, and the dark clouds are surrounded by wisps of dark sky, reflecting the dense trees in the mountains, and the dark green and clear rain color can be faintly seen.

Uncle and nephew are only one step away.Chen Xiang turned around, raised the umbrella cover slightly, and the faint flickering light of the lantern was reflected between the two of them, adding a bit of lingering warmth.

"Then let me ask you, Yang Jian, answer me seriously," Chen Xiang's voice was cold, "Are you an immortal? Did you throw my father into the frying pan? My mother...was my mother ever locked up by you?" Huashan?"

Every word is true.Yang Jian subconsciously clenched his fists, his fingertips were already icy cold by the wind, sticking to his palm like ice and snow.But he finally failed to say yes or no, right or wrong, he lowered his eyes and dared not look at Chen Xiang again, and it was acquiesced.

Although Chen Xiang had been prepared for a long time, now that he really got the answer, he still felt a sense of loss in his heart, and he was a little out of breath even when he questioned: "Then tell me, why did you do this?"

If the reason is within his acceptable range, then forget it, forgive him - when this thought passed by, Chen Xiang couldn't believe that he still had such a fluke to protect Yang Jian.The reason is that Yang Jian intentionally or unintentionally pleases him, or Yang Jian seems to be sincerely repenting, or even Liu Yanchang has repeatedly emphasized that the past is over, or more likely, it is because of Chen Xiang's unbearable feelings hidden in his heart. Feelings.

It seems to have sprouted at the beginning, and it seems to have been dormant for a long time. Just wait for Yang Jian to come and give it an extremely cheap smile and a word of care that can't be distinguished from the truth.

So who is cheaper, who is more stupid, who is more ridiculous?The answer is ready to come.

But Yang Jian, who was silent all the time, didn't seem to intend to give him a second answer.

So the breath that Chen Xiang held in his chest was finally diffused slowly into the cold wind rushing in the mountains amidst the beating noise of his heart.

You see, my uncle has such a good skin that when we meet for the first time, he can easily capture you with a smile and a few soft words, making you believe in him so hard that you even feel sorry for him and try to use your heart to warm him.But in fact, he doesn’t need your support on the flat ground, he doesn’t need your help when he gets lost in the dark, and he always plays a harmless appearance to deceive you to sympathize.As for the real him, he may not know how he laughs at you in his heart.

You see, my father passed the examination for half his life as a scholar, but he failed. He failed to achieve anything in his forties. He was brought up by the money for pasting lanterns, and his hands for reading and writing were covered with small wounds.Many people said that he was useless and that he had spent so many years of studying in vain, but he was so kind and naive that even his former enemies were brought in to live in his house, coaxing him with a good voice, three meals a day for offerings, and his enemies made one With a sudden temper, he can be sincere and fearful for several hours, and he is afraid that our uncle and nephew will not get along well, so he tries his best to speak good things about Yang Jian in front of me.

You see, I, who knew nothing about the past, was deceived by my own father and even fell in love with this so-called uncle.

"I'm really not a person, Yang Jian," Chen Xiang said calmly, "I have indeed heard some rumors about the past, but I have never cared so much as this time. Because the things I heard in the past were never related to my parents. I also saw that my father didn't want me to know, so I didn't ask; what's more, I never had an uncle like you before."

A gust of wind suddenly swept over, and the rain slapped heavily on the umbrella surface, dampening the messy hem of the clothes dancing in the wind.

Chen Xiang let go of his hand, and the oil-paper umbrella rolled down the hillside under the sudden brutal wind.Seeing this, Yang Jian immediately handed his umbrella over his nephew's head, but unexpectedly he twisted his wrist, and pressed his whole body against the side mountain wall.

The umbrella fell firmly on the ground, and the handle had to be inserted into the dirty muddy water.

The two of them, uncle and nephew, had never been so close.

In the wind and rain of random collision, both of them were slightly embarrassed.Chen Xiang's face was covered with water, and his eyes were slightly red; he firmly grasped Yang Jian's hand, and held up the lantern to illuminate it.

He wanted to see what kind of expression he had on his uncle's face now.

But under the light, Yang Jian just turned his gaze away slightly, and his expression didn't show any emotion.

He kept saying that he knew he was wrong, and now his nephew, who was trying to please him, was so angry and asked him for an explanation, but he was indifferent.

What a sweet-hearted fairy.

"I didn't have an uncle like you before. You treated me so well. I knew that you liked me very much and wanted to get close to me. I also saw that you were not good at this, so I took the initiative to get close to you. I think maybe we can be not only relatives, but also friends. But Yang Jian, I don’t know what else you did to my father and mother, but since you threw my father out of the frying pan, then let me tell you, no matter what For what reason, he forgives you because he is generous, and I forgive you because I am unfilial. Do you understand?"

With his back pressed against the wet and hard mountain wall, Yang Jian felt a little uncomfortable and stabilized his heels, and persuaded in a low voice: "I understand. Chen Xiang, let go first."

"Tell me the reason," Chen Xiang clenched even tighter, "Are you going to make your nephew hate you?!"

reason?Unfortunately, for no reason.

Just out of personal anger.

The rain splashed all over his eyes, Yang Jian gently closed his eyes, and brushed away the sour pain.Then he said: "Don't ask, Chen Xiang. I will leave tomorrow."

"Are you begging for mercy? Uncle," Chen Xiang smiled sadly, "Since you think you're wronged and just walked away without saying a word, is this the way you gods solve problems?"

He asked mercilessly, and for a moment, Chen Xiang seemed to see Yang Jian's eyes, and finally showed a bit of sadness - but they slid down his cheeks with the rain, and it was only for a moment.

There was a moment of silence.Amidst the frenzied but silent sound of the wind and rain, Chen Xiang's restless heart finally sank little by little, reaching the lowest point when the lantern was extinguished.

Along with his sanity.

"...It seems that I will never have such an uncle in the future."

Chen Xiang locked Yang Jian even tighter, and a bully stepped forward, pressing his lips on Yang Jian's.

Mouth full of cold rain, mouth full of stuffy wind, even the lips are full of coolness.No sweetness or bitterness can be tasted, only a vague smell of blood lingers on the tip of the tongue, flowing freely between the lips and teeth of both sides, unable to grasp whether the source is the lips, the tongue, or the heart.

The moment Chen Xiang came up, Yang Jian's body visibly trembled in protest.His precious food, which had been eating for a long time, rolled into the mud and was soaked by the rain in an instant.But he had no time to take care of it, and tightly clasped his nephew's arm.

Resist or let go, just in his mind.

With a single thought, a faint ray of warmth flashed across the cold cheek, where the lips and teeth met.

It is Chen Xiang's tears.

His five fingers were blown away by the wind, softened by the rain, and finally turned into a soft and submissive curled posture, slowly retracted into the sleeves.

If this is retribution.

If this is the end.

in case……

Chen Xiang's panting was like thunder, mixing with his hot breath, and his mind was rampaging like crazy.Until the cold fingertips gradually slipped down the throat, and finally stopped at the skirt of the clothes, Yang Jian finally held his nephew's hand, avoiding his attack again, and said: "Enough, Chen Xiang."

His words were still breathless, but he was ordering.

"enough."

Chen Xiang gazed at him deeply as if intoxicated, suddenly let go of his hand as if struck by lightning, and took a step back.His breathing became more bewildered and rapid, and he opened his mouth to speak but couldn't explain it.Then he saw that his uncle picked up the umbrella on the ground, walked up to him, and protected him under the umbrella.

"Go back." He said calmly.

At this moment, Chen Xiang actually thought that what happened just now was just a dream of his.

A messy, immoral but heart-twitching bastard's dream.