[Shen Jian] Plum rain

Just like the spring breeze with a slight hint of warmth at the age of 16, rushing into my arms in a hurry.

But it wasn't Feng who came back, it was Yang Jian.It's the same when it comes to surprises, and it's the same when it comes to regrets, and even more so when it comes to resentment.

The rain breaks in the middle of the night, and the moonlight is like frost.Chen Xiang gradually woke up, a lamp flickered on the table, dying.The dream I had just in the middle of the night rushed into my mind like lightning, squeezing my temples throbbing with pain.Subconsciously, he glanced at Yang Jian first, and seeing that he was still asleep, he calmed down and massaged his twitching acupuncture points carefully.

In fact, his dream was not complicated, he just borrowed the dream to go back to Liujia Village to visit Liu Yanchang.He is not able to walk away during the day. Although Yang Jian’s injury has improved, he has never really recovered. Even if Chen Xiang can walk, he still feels reluctant to give up; only at night can he be free, and he takes out half of the yuan every few days. God went to Liujia Village to have a face-to-face meeting with Liu Yanchang.

At first Liu Yanchang learned that Yang Jian was seriously injured, so his son had to stay in Huashan to take care of him. He was a little hesitant on his face. Finally, when Chen Xiang was about to leave, he suggested rather hesitantly: "Why don't you bring your uncle back? Are you alone?" Would it be too tiring for someone to take care of him?"

It's not that Chen Xiang hasn't thought about this path, not to mention that if his mother Yang Chan returns to Huashan and doesn't see them, she will naturally find Liujia Village.But thinking of the many life-threatening "misunderstandings" between Yang Jian and Liu Yanchang back then, it's better not to let Yang Jian disturb Liu Yanchang again.

His father was an overly kind person, and because of this, Chen Xiang was aware of his indiscriminate kindness.Especially when it comes to Yang Jian, the so-called uncle, he is always ruthless, whether it was when they turned against each other at the beginning, or now when they love and hate each other.

Chen Xiang said a reason casually, and easily prevaricated Liu Yanchang.Liu Yanchang didn't force it at that time, Nuonuo agreed; but he brought up the old matter again tonight, the reason is that he has not had a good life as a mortal for a few years, and he wants to see Chen Xiang more.

After hearing this, Chen Xiang also knew how unfilial he was as a son of man, saying that his parents were not traveling far away, so not only did he not accompany his father, but he also guarded his ambiguous uncle to show courtesy.So now that the Yuanshen is taken back, it is inevitable that the resentment will deepen in his heart.

The reason why he has an ambiguous relationship with his uncle is mostly due to the inseparable love and hate at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains, the strong people in Liujia Village were in trouble, and Huashan wanted to leave and stay when they parted.Chen Xiang gently opened the curtain, sat down on the edge of the bed, and carefully traced Yang Jian's face with her eyes.His uncle has picturesque features, otherwise he, a 16-year-old boy, would not hold him on the tip of his heart at a glance. He has cared for him for many years, and he would not bear a trace of dust on this emotion.Ambiguous, distracted, and more likely to die without a problem. In the end, time has passed, and it is like a handful of thin and cold snow, poured and burned for a young passion, and turned into water; Yang Jian just took his cold heart just right. Leaning close to it, it condensed into ice again in a daze.

"Are you doing this because you love me and cherish me?" Chen Xiang caressed Yang Jian Qingsi, thinking that she was still worried before losing her memory, what if one day Yang Jian was in danger and there was no one to help her, so she asked Yue Lao He took his own red thread, tied it with Yang Jian's green silk, put it in a golden lock and carried it with him, his heart ached.Thoughts were ups and downs like waves, Chen Xiang couldn't help saying: "You love me...love your nephew. It's just your nephew, it just happens to be me."

Yang Jian frowned slightly in a coma, and didn't know if he heard it.With a flick of Chen Xiang's fingertips, it gently covered the center of his brows, and finally landed on the flowing moire on his forehead.

"My life is so long. But it is about to be destroyed in your hands, uncle."

For you, it is unfilial for me to leave my father to live in seclusion with you; for you, it is unrighteous for me not to avenge Ding Xiang's death; for you, it is unkind for me to let Xiaoyu pay the wrong love.

But are you wrong?You are not wrong, you are innocent, all this is my fault.The fault is that I am your nephew, the fault is... I love you.

"Tell me, why did I become like this..." In the words, although he was asking Yang Jian, it seemed to be asking himself, "Why did I..."

He knelt and sat on the cold ground as if exhausted, closed his eyes, and leaned on the edge of the bed, his consciousness sank into the bottom of the sea.

I don't know how many disturbing old things have been dreamed in this dream.When he woke up, he still faintly heard chirping birds outside the window, and it seemed that someone was still playing with the hair on his shoulders.

Who else?Chen Xiang suddenly woke up and called out: "Uncle?!"

Yang Jianran has woken up.There was a weary smile in his eyes, his weak fingers trembled lightly, finally following Chen Xiang's movement of getting up, he fell from his shoulders to the mattress.

But he was picked up by his nephew again.

Chen Xiang held his hand tightly, warmed it carefully in the palm, the pain, hatred and resentment of the past few days were temporarily suppressed, replaced by heartfelt relief.

At this moment, it should be the first time that uncle and nephew face each other soberly after the truth was revealed.The continuous days of coma after the serious injury made Yang Jian physically and mentally exhausted, and he almost couldn't find the strength to speak.Seeing that his lips were chapped, Chen Xiang hurriedly poured a glass of water and let him lean on her shoulder to drink slowly.

Yang Jian drank very slowly, even a simple swallowing movement seemed a bit difficult.Chen Xiang was also not in a hurry, watching him carefully sip half a sip, and at the right time, she freed her hand to help him brush his temples.After he drank half of the glass, he almost gave up the idea of ​​continuing, Chen Xiang returned the water glass to the table with magic power, and wiped his wet lips with his sleeve.

"You are injured in your true essence, you have to take care of it slowly, and you can't act too hastily," Chen Xiang said warmly, pulling up the quilt, "Mother is still in heaven to take care of the aftermath, so I can only feel wronged and wronged during this time, and my nephew will take care of you .”

Yang Jian smiled, as if he wanted to answer, but he opened his mouth with a suppressed low cough.Chen Xiang caressed his back, through the thin underwear, he felt the protruding ribs.He was indeed much thinner, but he didn't know when it started; maybe it was the next battle in Kunlun Mountain that year, or just the last few days?He only remembered that when Yang Jian first came to Liujia Village, his complexion was already not so good, but he couldn't notice it in time and couldn't see it clearly because of the memory he had deliberately forgotten and the rainy curtain.

His uncle always seemed to have a knack for that.He's a god, and he's a real human being.He will be in pain, he will hesitate, he will be injured, and he will become weak, but in the eyes of outsiders, he will never be sad or happy, and he will always take weight lightly.

"No hurry, I'll wait, I have a lot of time to wait for you, uncle." Chen Xiang comforted softly, "I have recovered my memory, and my mana has returned with the breaking of the fairy root seal... I still have a long life, I can Be with you for a long, long time."

The voice is light and agile, like a leaf or a branch of wind, fluttering in the ears.Yang Jian stopped coughing and regained his breath, his eyes were still smiling, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle is not worried about anything else, but you... the fairy root will no longer be, you will grow old, you will die, when your mother... "

Chen Xiang hugged him quietly, breathed out a turbid breath in his chest, and said softly: "I know, you love my mother, and you don't want my mother to be sad—I also know that you love me too, but you just don't want to Frankly speaking, you left Huashan soon after recovering from your injuries and came to Liujia Village to look for me. What does it have to do with my mother? But you always have to find an excuse. Look at this huge Three Realms, is there any god who wants to save face and suffer more than you? "

Yang Jian in his arms struggled slightly, as if he wanted to refute, but not only was he hugged tightly, even the first word was blocked by Chen Xiang directly.I saw his nephew, who was not very well-behaved and blunt in the past, with red eyes, and said word by word: "Why do you come to me, if you don't come to me, I will just live like that. Let me marry a wife To live a lifetime until you die of old age, and then to be reincarnated is a matter of a month or two for you. You can't wait to see me, even begging my father to let you stay, begging my father to intercede for you, isn't it because Do you like me? You like me but refuse to say, are you lying to me or yourself? "

Chen Xiang lowered his gaze, looked deeply into Yang Jian's eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle, can't you say a word, do you like me?"

Having said this, Chen Xiang even secretly surprised herself.It turns out that this protracted love, this perverse family affection, has really reached the time when the water is full and overflows.All these years he has been caring so hard, it turned out to be just "I like you" from Yang Jian's mouth.

That's it.

Yang Jian's complexion was like snow, he looked like he would fall in the wind, and he was extremely weak; although Chen Xiang's words kept ups and downs, he fell to the bottom when he heard that he was dissatisfied, and heard him say that he was just acting like a baby and wanted to say "I like it" , then returned to the beginning, and said with a smile: "I like you, Chen Xiang. I like you very much."

This sentence, which is as important as a thousand words, was uttered like this.Of course Yang Jian was sincere, with a smile on his lips, even though Chen Xiang was only an inch away from him, he couldn't tell that he was a bit guilty; but Chen Xiang was still unwilling, his sincerity seemed to always be true. In this way, he was lifted high and gently put down by Yang Jian, starting with love and ending with family affection.

Between him and Yang Jian, there is always an irreconcilable sonata.

What Chen Xiang wants to get is not this kind of "like." But he also knows that he will never get the kind of "like" he wants.

He averted his gaze as if in a daze, got up slowly, helped Yang Jian lie back, and while tidying the bedding for him, he said, "I'll go out and get some warm water to wipe you off." Before Yang Jian could respond, he fled Like ran out.After a while, he really came back with a basin of warm water, put it on the round stool beside the bed, soaked the handkerchief and wrung it dry.As soon as he raised his head, he met Yang Jian's clear eyes. He felt anxious, bit his lower lip, and came to help him.Yang Jian was weak all over, let him play with him, watched him busy, so he enjoyed it and didn't say a word.Uncle and nephew were silent for a long while, until Chen Xiang put on clean underwear for him, he realized what Chen Xiang said just now, and raised his head: "What you said just now..."

Chen Xiang stopped the steps of leaving, raised her eyes and looked at him quietly.

"...I've thought about it for a long time." Yang Jian sighed silently, "You are not such a eloquent person."

Chen Xiang's heart was hit hard by these words, and he was unable to speak for a moment.

"It's good to say it... don't be bored. If there is anything that you think is bad for uncle, let's talk about it together, and uncle will change it."

Yang Jian's voice was vain, and the ending was erratic, like a blade of grass scratching his ears and growing in his heart.The sour infatuation rose up in his throat for a moment, but he couldn't speak, let alone speak, he just forcibly suppressed it, and walked away without even the courage to speak.

He said he would change.He will indeed change, he will say "I like you" to you, he will condescend to the world for you, he will learn to cook and paste lanterns for you; but he will not fall in love with you.

He never changes.