[Shen Jian] Plum rain

However, the stalemate uncle-nephew relationship does not seem to be relieved by Liu Yanchang's temporary withdrawal.

Left and right are still speechless.The lantern that should have been made by two people became Chen Xiang's alone, and the movements gradually slowed down.Yang Jian probably also found out, and began to think about helping his nephew.

It's just that Yang Jian, a god of killing, was the second son of the Yang family before he became a god, and after he became a god... let him do this kind of delicate work, he really has no experience, let alone the confidence to learn.While hesitating, his nephew probably felt that he was too unqualified to stand by like this. He asked first, "Uncle, can you help me sort out the bamboo sticks? Give me eight at a time."

If Yang Jian has been pardoned, he will.But Chen Xiang watched him count eight bamboo strips and handed them to herself, but couldn't help sighing: "Uncle, bamboo strips can hurt people, spread your palms when you give them to me, be careful not to scratch them when I take them away." you."

When his uncle heard this, a gratified smile flashed across his eyes, and he agreed while doing as he said.As soon as Chen Xiang met his eyes, he felt a sudden tug in his heart, and quickly lowered his head to continue his work—he really didn't understand why his uncle seemed satisfied with a word he said casually, as if he had picked up a piece of paper. Big deal.

This feeling is like regaining something lost, but worrying about gain and loss, for fear that if you are not careful, you will lose the most precious thing in your life.

Outside the eaves, the rain is thin, the smoke from the kitchen rises, and the twilight also falls unconsciously with the rain.Liu Yanchang was busy by the stove, and occasionally glanced at Chen Xiang and Yang Jian, seeing that although they were silent but living in peace, his heart, which was originally uneasy because of Yang Jian's sudden visit, finally settled down a bit.

"Light up the lamp, Chen Xiang," Liu Yanchang reminded when the dishes were ready, "It's getting late, pack up and eat."

"Oh, okay, the last one," Chen Xiang responded and took the last eight bamboo sticks, but when she raised her eyes inadvertently, her expression turned helpless, "Uncle..."

His stupid uncle, even if he reminded him, he still cut his hand away.Even the moment Chen Xiang noticed the wound, his first reaction was to curl up his five fingers in a vain attempt to cover up those tiny bleeding holes.

Indeed, at this moment, Yang Jian wanted to heal the wound with magic power.But soon Chen Xiang's words made him completely dispel this idea - he said: "It's getting dark, but I'm still not blind."

After finishing speaking, Chen Xiang got up and closed the door, lit the candles, pushed away the lanterns and materials all over the floor, held Yang Jian's hand and put it under the lamp for a closer look, counting a total of six faint wounds.Liu Yanchang also put down the pot and spoon and rushed over, as if he really took this small injury seriously and said: "Chen Xiang, carefully check if there are any bamboo thorns in the wound, and pick them out for your uncle. I'll get tweezers and a knife."

Chen Xiang nodded, glanced at Yang Jian's expression, and said angrily, "Why do you seem to be quite happy? It will hurt you to death later."

In fact, Yang Jian thought that his face was calm, and he didn't understand how Chen Xiang could see "happy", so he had to correct his expression again: "It's just a small injury, don't make such a big show."

"If the bamboo thorns are not clean, your hands will fester and rot." Chen Xiang threatened him.

"... Oh," Yang Jian was frightened submissively, "very serious."

"I'm serious."

"Uncle is very scared."

"..." Chen Xiang felt that he didn't believe it at all, "Okay, rot will never rot, festering is certain."

After finally telling the truth, Yang Jian actually smiled blatantly: "Yes."

There is nothing to say to this uncle.In the conversation just now, it's hard to say who was coaxing whom as a child.Chen Xiang was really helpless, on the one hand, he felt that he shouldn't smile, on the other hand, he saw his beautiful smile, his eyes were so gentle that water could be wrung out, and he couldn't help but want to see him smile more.Fortunately, as soon as the two villains raised their fists to fight, Liu Yanchang brought the tools and rescued him in time.

"Look carefully," Liu Yanchang put the tweezers on the candle to warm, and nagged, "If it doesn't work, I'll do it."

In fact, Liu Yanchang is now in a dilemma.Firstly, he clearly knew that this small injury was no different from non-existence to Yang Jian, a great god; but secondly, since Yang Jian had even removed his body protection mana in order to step into this family and become Chen Xiang's family , who is focused on being a mortal, and more importantly, the son who has no memory seriously regards Yang Jian as a mortal, so of course he can't turn a blind eye to Yang Jian's performance, and he has to cooperate well to avoid being blamed in the future.

After all, from a long time ago, in Liu Yanchang's eyes, Yang Jian was an actor.The Three Realms are his stage, the new sky is his reward, and "bearing humiliation" is his typhoon.A few years ago, the next big drama in Kunlun Mountain confirmed Yang Jian's identity as an actor, so even if he acts like a good uncle with a guilty conscience now, Liu Yanchang can still see the word "hypocrisy" from his actions and smiles.

But hypocrisy is hypocrisy, and the business that should be done is still the same.Chen Xiang took the sterilized tweezers and told Yang Jian before doing it: "Just tell me if it hurts, and I will try to be gentle."

Picking a bamboo thorn, picking out the courage to scrape the bone to cure poison.

Yang Jian agreed.With permission, Chen Xiang used tweezers to open the wounds one by one, and observed by candlelight whether there were any bamboo thorns left in the tiny wounds.The first few openings were all safe and sound, but something went wrong with the last one.

"Yes," Chen Xiang said, "Father, bring some wine."

Liu Yanchang followed like clockwork, and immediately handed over half a bottle of cheap wine: "Enough."

These words were probably addressed to Yang Jian.Yang Jian appreciated the smooth sailing, and even smiled at Liu Yanchang.

the fourth time.Liu Yanchang thought, Yang Jian smiled at me more times in one day today than in the past 20 years.

Chen Xiang carefully opened the wound with tweezers, then took the knife that Liu Yanchang had burned on the fire, and opened the wound left and right to make the wound bigger.When the blood gushed out, Liu Yanchang came up belatedly to help hold Yang Jian's arm, so as not to cause him unbearable pain-although the possibility of this is very low, but the acting must be complete.Look, his face was sinking like water, as if Chen Xiang was pulling a piece of ham with a knife.

"The puncture was deep and thin." Chen Xiang wiped off the blood with gauze, "but it's okay, it will be fine soon."

He gently fiddled with the tweezers, and the outline of the young man's face looked extraordinarily handsome and resolute under the light of the candlelight, reflected in Yang Jian's eyes, and vaguely overlapped with Yang Chan's appearance.

His nephew, the third sister's son.

But he hates me, Yang Jian thought.

"Okay." Chen Xiang took out a bamboo thorn as thin as a hair, dipped some wine in gauze and applied it on the wound, and then wrapped the wound, "Uncle, don't touch the water or do rough work for the next two days. It will be all right soon."

Although these two precautions seemed to have nothing to do with Yang Jian in the first place, Liu Yanchang still saw that Yang Jian complied solemnly, and Xu Zhen sincerely felt that what his nephew said was right.

A turmoil that couldn't be smaller passed away like this.While Liu Yanchang was packing up his things and returning them to their original places, Chen Xiang washed his hands and went to serve the food. Turning around, he saw Yang Jian sitting there motionless, as if he was still looking at his injured hand, and the emotion of hating iron for not making steel came back again. When he came up, he couldn't help exposing his shortcomings: "I don't dare to ask you to help me with work anymore. How do you make a living at home?"

Yang Jian didn't expect his nephew to ask this question, he hesitated for a moment and was caught by Chen Xiang thoroughly.He said unexpectedly: "Aren't you idle and have no livelihood?"

no livelihood...?Indeed.

Seeing that Yang Jian didn't speak, Chen Xiang took it as his acquiescence, and sighed helplessly: "Uncle, where do you live? When you recover from your illness, I will go see you."

Liu Yanchang happened to come out. Hearing this, he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in his son's gourd for a while, so he froze in place.

Yang Jian was also a little bit taken aback, hesitantly replied: "It's not far from here."

"That's good," Chen Xiang placed the chopsticks, "I can make money and share it with you. But you can't be too extravagant, my family is also very poor, it's good to have a little food to eat."

Liu Yanchang thought to himself, at the end of the song, is his son worried that the God of Justice will starve to death?

The young man's mind is jumping off, and he can't figure it out after all.But Yang Jian didn't smile when he heard that, instead his brows were stained with sadness: "Thank you for being so kind to uncle."

"Who told you to be my uncle? I can't just sit and watch you starve to death. I don't know how you got here after so many years. But..." Chen Xiang wanted to say something at first, maybe it was related to Liu Yanchang, but Yu Guang Seeing that his father had arrived, he swallowed the remaining half of the sentence, cleared his throat, "Dad, it's time to eat."

Liu Yanchang had no choice but to walk over, and as soon as he sat down, he heard Yang Jian say: "I won't eat, you take it slowly." He got up and was about to leave.Liu Yanchang didn't know why, so he hurriedly stopped him and asked, "Is my brother-in-law feeling unwell?"

He did hear from Yang Chan that Yang Jian's injury had healed.But now he has withdrawn his body protection mana, and when he doesn't use mana, he is no different from ordinary people, and it is rainy day, if he gets sick somewhere, Yang Chan will feel very distressed at that time.What's more, as a brother-in-law, it is also his duty to take care of his brother-in-law.

When Chen Xiang heard him say that he would not eat, he also began to reflect on whether he had spoken too bluntly just now, which made his uncle so angry that he could not eat.

Yang Jian looked at the four eyes of the two of them, and gave a comforting smile: "It's okay, just take a rest."

The father and son accepted the not-so-sincere six words, and seeing Yang Jian went back to his room, they looked at each other and each picked their meals.After eating half of it, Chen Xiang finally couldn't help it: "Father."

Liu Yanchang knocked on the bowl: "Let's talk after we finish eating."

"Then I won't eat it either."

This child...Liu Yanchang had no choice but to put down the bowl: "What's wrong?"

At this moment, Chen Xiang knew he was hesitating, and after thinking about it, he asked: "Did he really bully you before?"

Liu Yanchang thought to himself, what is the problem?And there seems to be no second answer.But before he could figure out how to express "being bullied" more elegantly and decently, Chen Xiang continued: "I think he is so pitiful."

As soon as the words "so pitiful" came out, Liu Yanchang immediately changed his mind and prepared to present Yang Jian with the Golden Statue Award.

"He doesn't know anything, he can't even help me fight," Chen Xiang said, "but he looks different from us. He used to be a rich man with nothing to do. Now that he has fallen into this situation, nothing but No one in our family is willing to help him. And Dad, do you feel that he likes me very much. "

This is true.Liu Yanchang nodded: "How did you find out?"

Chen Xiang said: "Every time I talk to him, no matter what I say, he seems to be very happy. Even if I say...not very nice things, he listens to them. So Dad, I wonder if you have Misunderstanding? If he likes me so much now, he shouldn't have made things difficult for you before."

After Liu Yanchang listened, he counted with his fingers.From the time Yang Jian stepped into this house until now, it seemed like an incomplete day; the real time with Chen Xiang was only half a day.In just half a day, Chen Xiang was able to turn the fight into a misunderstanding, and even gave a "very pitiful" evaluation. Yang Jian's acting skills are really superb.

Chen Xiang can't be blamed for this.Because the moment Yang Jian stepped into the house, Liu Yanchang saw him, and he had the rebellious thought of "not as good as before".

The Qiankun Bowl is really a powerful thing, it can turn the heroic and heroic Erlang God back into the current, somewhat disorganized appearance.Later, the two of them closed the door and talked about Chen Xiang, and Liu Yanchang realized that Yang Jian could hardly talk too much, he coughed and panted from exhaustion when he talked too much, it seemed that the injury was indeed healed, But the body is far from healthy.In the end, even Liu Yanchang, a cheap brother-in-law who had always been estranged from each other, felt compassion and promised him to stay here for half a month to see Chen Xiang.

Well Well.Liu Yanchang is still a mortal in essence, a mortal, but he is very soft-hearted and a little forgetful.The kindness and resentment in the past, or maybe only resentment, now is indeed the time to forget.

What's more, Yang Jian smiled at him first.Let it go.

"It's probably a misunderstanding. Anyway, it's all in the past. I don't want to go into the details of who is right and who is wrong." Liu Yanchang said, "But you are right, he really likes you very much, you have to be filial to him, know ?"

Chen Xiang should have agreed, but she always felt that it was strange no matter how she heard the words: "Father, how old is he?"

Not very old, maybe more than three thousand years old.But it is obviously impossible to tell the truth at this moment: "Thirty?"

"That's ten years older than me. It's too strange to say 'filial piety'."

Liu Yanchang has nothing to say about his suffering.

"But dad, don't worry, I will take care of him."

Fortunately, my son is still sensible.Liu Yanchang was a little relieved again: "Okay, let's not talk about it, let's eat, the food is cold."

Not only the dishes are cold, but the night is also cold.After eating, Chen Xiang was worried that his uncle didn't eat much all day, so he heated a bowl of rice on the pot and knocked on the door of his room: "Uncle, the rice is in the pot, you must eat some, or you will be hungry .”

Yang Jian didn't seem to be asleep yet, but he didn't open the door, he just responded.There is a door between the uncle and the nephew, one sits and the other stands, each thinking about their own thoughts.

What the nephew thought was, how can this uncle really be happy?

I couldn't think of an answer for a while, so I left the question for tomorrow.

He fell asleep with the sound of rain on his pillow.