[Shen Jian] Plum rain

And this dream finally fell into the lake of his heart.The waves of Zhang Gao's water beat against the wall of my heart, and my ups and downs of reason could only show up occasionally, struggling and roaring, and uttered the most authentic two words - "immorality".

It was as if a neighing, sharp and high-pitched, awakened Chen Xiang from his dumb thoughts.His consciousness recovered first, and then his body trembled convulsively, only then did he realize that the person standing in front of him was not some demon, but his father Liu Yanchang.

He managed to open his mouth and called out in a low voice, "Father."

Following his soft call, the candle flickered and lit up slowly.From rain to rain, Liu Yanchang was half wet, took off his coat at this moment, sat down on the bench next to Chen Xiang, and asked with concern: "Did you quarrel with your uncle?"

The word "uncle" is like thunder, it exploded in Chen Xiang's ears.Even the last trace of blood faded from his face, and there was a terrifying blank in his mind, his eyes wandered, and he didn't know where to start.The scenes just now were dark, damp and messy, mixed with wind and rain, even his tears welled up out of his eyes inappropriately to join in the excitement, as if he was afraid that his cowardly feelings would not be vented, he couldn't wait to show weakness to Yang Jian .

"Then don't talk about it, it doesn't matter," Liu Yanchang saw his tangled thoughts, "Is there anything you want to ask Dad?"

The reason why he asks this is because he has considered everything carefully. If his son is sure he wants to know about the past, then it is better to tell him all about it and let him choose whether to continue to be a mortal for the rest of his life, or to find the treasured lotus lamp. The immortal root of the seal; no matter what kind of decision, Liu Yanchang will not intervene arbitrarily.

After all, the son has grown up.When he grows up, he has the power to choose his future.

Chen Xiang remained silent for a long time, and Liu Yanchang waited beside him.The candle lasted two or three times, but his patience seemed never to be exhausted.

Until the sound of footsteps in the back room, just like the evening drum and the morning bell, Chen Xiang was completely awakened.The father and son looked back together and saw Yang Jian walking out of the room.

The light in the house is dim, and a small candle cannot drive away the night at all.But when Liu Yanchang saw his silhouette for the first time, a thought that seemed extremely absurd suddenly came to his mind: he is not acting this time.

Immediately after he saw Yang Jian slowly stepping into the light of the candlelight, his slightly ashen complexion was almost lifeless, which confirmed his guess even more.

Then Yang Jian said, "I'm sorry for disturbing you these days. I'm leaving."

"...No, brother-in-law, you—" Liu Yanchang hurriedly got up to stop him, not even paying attention to the extremely rare "sorry" that came from Yang Jian's mouth, "What are you doing, there is a misunderstanding, let's sit down and clarify , are a family..."

"There is no misunderstanding." Unfortunately, Yang Jian had no intention of explaining. "Within a year, the third sister will come back to reunite with your family."

"Actually, Sanshengmu and I..." Liu Yanchang was halfway through the sentence. He didn't know how to explain the entanglement, so he could only sigh and start another topic, "Brother-in-law, even if you want to leave, you will wait until dawn. You go back to Huashan now I don't know how worried Sanshengmu will be. She will definitely think that we are separated, that you and Chen Xiang... brother-in-law, listen to me, it's so dark and it's raining, and your health is far from healthy. It's simple, but at least it can keep out the wind and rain. Leave it for two more hours and the sky will dawn, and I will never stop you at that time... can you?"

The moment the trembling "Can you?" came out, Liu Yanchang suddenly felt that Yang Jian looked at him with complicated eyes.Maybe he thought he was stupid, it was not enough for the murderer who killed him to stay at home, so he tried to dissuade him when he left; maybe he thought he was cowardly, why did my third sister marry such an incompetent mortal scholar? ?In short, no matter which one it was, Liu Yanchang took it for granted. After all, from the first day they met, he was an extremely humble ant in Yang Jian's eyes.

But he seems to have guessed wrong.Yang Jian gently held his arm that was blocking him, and pulled him hard to the side.Liu Yanchang didn't expect this sudden move at all, he staggered involuntarily, and leaned towards him.

The enemies who looked at each other and hated each other in the past are now getting closer with a strange posture like never before.Liu Yanchang's whole body was stiff, and he managed to control himself so that he didn't touch Yang Jian's side face.

But with his ear attached to his hair, he could almost feel Yang Jian's body temperature.

He even heard the No. [-] God of War in the Three Realms pleading in a low voice with a little remorse.

"Can you help me," he said, "tell Chen Xiang not to hate me."

Liu Yanchang was startled suddenly, subconsciously turned his gaze to look at Chen Xiang, but saw him sitting where he was without any response, with his hands covering his face and resting on his lap, his silhouette seemed to be desperate; he suddenly understood why Yang Jian wanted to leave, But when he went to persuade him to stay again, the door of the house was suddenly opened, and a gust of midnight wind and cold rain intruded indiscriminately, and the temperature around him suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Then the door of the house was closed suddenly, the candle was lit again, and it returned to silence.There was a little unknown fragrance in the wind, like enlightenment, which made Liu Yanchang extremely sober. Even his body, which was exhausted from working hard during the day, seemed to be much more comfortable; After many days of dull pain, it has completely gone away from him.

Yang Jian left.

When he came here at first, he came suddenly, and he was full of apology; now he is leaving, also in a hurry, empty-handed, and full of sadness.Looking at the closed door of the house, Liu Yanchang suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart—it was as if the originally gorgeous and noisy stage had dropped the curtain of hasty death before his eyes without any warning.All the light was swallowed up by the pitch-black curtain in an instant, and the lonely eyes beside him were empty. There was no ending, not even a sincere farewell.

The protagonist does not dare to speak, and the story does not know where to end.But Liu Yanchang couldn't tell whether the silent protagonist was Yang Jian or himself.

Human life is so short...and yet so long.From now on, he will never see Yang Jian again.

Mud cows enter the sea, birds break their wings.Whether it is almsgiving or foolishness, this will be regarded as a farewell.

... Farewell.

Can't tell whose sigh it is.Liu Yanchang opened his arms and gently embraced Chen Xiang into his arms.

"...Father," Chen Xiang called out in a muffled voice, "Father."

Liu Yanchang responded dryly.

"Can I ask you something?"

Liu Yanchang thought that what he wanted to ask was about Yang Jian.But Chen Xiang asked another question.

"I used to...why did I lose my memory? Is it related to Yang Jian?"

In fact, the word "related to him" is an understatement.Liu Yanchang replied in a deep voice: "That was a misunderstanding. If you want to know the reason, Dad can tell you everything."

Another misunderstanding.Chen Xiang smiled bitterly: "Why are there always so many misunderstandings between him and others?"

"That's because he can't help himself. He is a judicial god. If he were another god, he wouldn't be like this." Liu Yanchang held Chen Xiang's face, stared at him and said, "Chen Xiang, no matter what you want Remember, he is your real uncle, and he loves you like his own child. You can't hate him."

Chen Xiang just shook his head silently.he hates?How he hates.

In this life, he is afraid that he can only be an unfilial son.

"Let me think again, father," he said dejectedly, "let me... think again."

The sleepless night that was originally full of wind and rain, seemed to be deliberately ironic, and fell silent in the early hours of the morning.Chen Xiang lay in the appalling silence, even the sound of a leaf falling outside the window could be heard in his ears, singing in harmony with the heartbeat in his chest, whipping his conscience one by one; he opened his eyes and watched the sky gradually brighten outside the window, and in his mind But the farce on the mountain road was still replaying constantly, and there seemed to be a vague smell of rain between his lips and teeth.

At that time, the rain wet the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, the wind blew away the hypocrisy, the filth of the nephew and the disguise of the uncle were exposed, but the lanterns were extinguished early, and everything had to be hidden in the night without seeing the light.

He wished that such an "uncle" had never appeared in his life.

The next morning, the father and son, who hadn't slept all night, straightened the lanterns before setting off on the cart.After going back and forth three times in the rain, they finally transported all five hundred lanterns to Yuanwai's mansion.Yuan Wai with gold teeth went out to buy expensive dishes for tomorrow's banquet in person, and the housekeeper and Mrs. Big Mouth were temporarily in charge of the house.Seeing Liu Yanchang and Chen Xiang, Madam probably knew that she was outspoken yesterday, so she thought of a way to make amends overnight, and said she would help Chen Xiang as a matchmaker, but Liu Yanchang declined in the end.She was extremely disappointed, and she did not give up and said: "Chen Xiang, your father is too confused and doesn't understand young people's minds. If you want to get married anytime, come to me, and I promise to introduce you to a beautiful wife." Chen Xiang could only squeeze With a dry smile on his face, he thanked her.

Back home, everything is business as usual.The gods come and go, leaving no trace except the room where he lived.

"Father went to clean up his room." Seemingly seeing Chen Xiang's thoughts, Liu Yanchang was afraid that he would think about others when he saw things, so he gave this order, "Sit down for a while, wait for Dad to finish it, and cook dinner together."

Chen Xiang nodded in response.Watching my father turn into that room, there is always an unknown emotion in my heart, clamoring for no, unwilling, and reluctance.He raised his hand to hold the beating heart, took a deep breath, and tried his best to suppress it, wishing he could strangle it to death.

But instead of dying, it grew vigorously and recklessly. It swelled from a weak seedling to a giant with vines overnight, almost filling the hole in his heart to the brim, leaving no room for even a breath of wind.

It even blooms and bears fruit unconsciously, bursts into flames, and crawls out of a dark ghost that can't wait for it.During the day, the dark ghost pressed on Chen Xiang's heart and sneered, mocking him for being overconfident and incompetent; at night, the dark ghost crawled into Chen Xiang's dream and wandered freely, causing him to be devastated and full of ridiculous wishful thinking. .

All this finally took a turn for the worse after Yang Jian left for a few days.Tossing and turning in the middle of the night, sleeping on a pillow of lust, riding the moon to ride the clouds, clearing the fog to see the light.The night breeze brought a little warmth, opened the soft and semi-transparent curtain, and the sight could pass by the swaying wind lamp by the bedside, and fell into the tent inadvertently, and the person who dreamed every night was right in front of him.

The dark ghost sneered and laughed, and the vines appeared luxuriantly.The night wind poured into the room like a soaring tide, and the whirling and flying curtains, wildly swinging wind lanterns, and dimly flickering lights finally went out with a "huh".

But the love that is destined to have no beginning and no end, uses this secret darkness as the only soil for its indulgence to grow.The scorching dry firewood in the depths of my heart finally surrendered to a little spark that fell lightly and exploded.

【undescribable】

Still full of emptiness.

A lamp is like a bean, drowsily settled in a corner, only illuminating the head of the bed.Chen Xiang hesitated a little, opened the pillow and found the golden lock that had been with him for many years, it was actually hot.

The author has something to say: the indescribable part is actually not very indescribable, but since Jinjiang does not allow it to be published, then delete it