[Shen Jian] Plum rain

In July, Guanjiangkou Yang Mansion finally got its other two masters——Yang Chan and Chen Xiang.

Apart from Liu's Village, this place has always been Yang Chan's most cherished home, but Chen Xiang was a little embarrassed and uncomfortable, when he came to meet Yang Jian from a distance, his expression was calm, but there was still a turmoil in his heart.Thinking about ten years passing by in a hurry, I only saw a calm face, wiped away the flashy youth, but concealed all the impetuous desires that I couldn't ask for at the beginning under this ageless skin, ready to move in response to the rhythm of the heartbeat.

Fortunately, Yang Jian didn't seem to want to see him that much, he only gave a little smile when they met Chu Chu, and there was no further communication.The three of them entered the hall and casually exchanged greetings. Chen Xiang, who had just arrived, was taciturn, so she didn't say anything throughout the whole process, and just listened.Not long after, Xiao Tiangou rushed into the lobby recklessly and called Yang Jian to go to Meishan, just as he opened his mouth, seeing Yang Chan and Chen Xiang present, he had no choice but to stop his voice angrily.

But Chen Xiang raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she was interested in it.

"It's okay. You take Chen Xiang and Ni Tianying to go there together." Although it was only a fleeting expression, Yang Jian did not miss it; after many years, he is still handy in calling up his nephew, and briefly explained, "Do whatever you want for me Let's go around and come back." After finishing speaking, before Chen Xiang could reply, he was held by Yang Chan and went into the courtyard together.

"Second brother, it's not good for you to let Chen Xiang go. He has no experience in military training, and I'm afraid he will miss a big deal." Yang Chan was very worried, with a look of worry on his brows, "Why don't you accompany me?" Me, I am very familiar with the family, I can cook by myself."

Yang Jian caressed her somewhat messy temple hair, with a smile in his eyes: "What's the big deal? The new Tiantiao was born, Li Jing was appointed as the god of justice, and the three realms were peaceful. My military training is just in case of emergencies. Besides, he is your son, my son. Nephew, I will live in Guanjiangkou from now on, so I have to let Caotou God know him well." While talking, he led Yang Chan to the door of her room, opened the door and walked in, "But third sister, second brother is worried about Chen Xiang, but not about you. .”

Yang Chan naturally knew what Yang Jian was referring to, and suppressed the faint sorrow that lingered in her heart: "Second brother, time will dilute everything. At the beginning, I married him and gave birth to Chenxiang. After that, it will be 20 years of labor and swallow... until Xin Tiantiao was installed, and I went back to Liujia Village to spend time with him, and only then did I regain the feeling of a normal couple. For more than ten years...he was my husband and my relatives, and now he passed away...I Although life and death have been found out, he still can't forget him immediately. Second brother, don't worry about me, I will be fine, it just takes a little time, maybe a few months, maybe a year or two..."

Although the fate between the Three Holy Mothers of Mount Huashan and Liu Yanchang was praised by the Three Realms and directly contributed to the birth of Xin Tian Tiao, at the beginning of love, even she herself was not very optimistic.She had even prepared for Liu Yanchang's death, but because immortals have different paths, they are destined not to last long.

Liu Yanchang once said that if the relationship between two people lasts for a long time, how can they last forever.The curtain call came as scheduled, and the reincarnation can be traced back, but the couple have agreed that Liu Yanchang is only in this life, and in the next life, the next life, no matter which life Liu Yanchang is, he will no longer be the person Yang Chan loves.

This period of peerless love has come to an end.

"By the way, second brother, don't talk about my business." Yang Chan sat down next to Yang Jian as if to ease her elder brother's heart, and told him something that was both interesting and interesting, as well as worrying and worrying. , "The top priority is Chen Xiang."

The name "Chenxiang", Yang Chan has occasionally come to Guanjiangkou for many years, and most of them will mention a few words, either saying that he has become more calm and sensible, or that he is in a bad mood, his temperament has changed, and he is always dreaming when he is bored. Ask him Didn't say what he was thinking.I can't remember which time, Yang Chan complained like this by accident, and Xiao Tiangou continued at the side: "Then Chen Xiang looks like my master?!" Since then, he was punished to be a vegetarian for two months, and he didn't touch any meat. All the dogs lost a lot of weight.

But it is the first time in more than ten years that it has been mentioned so solemnly like today.Yang Jian thought something serious happened and asked why.Yang Chan laughed before saying anything: "Actually, I'm to blame for this matter." In a few words, he fully explained what he did back then.

It turned out that Yang Chan rushed to Liujia Village to visit Yang Jian, but failed to persuade Yang Jian to go back to Huashan with her. Before leaving, she couldn't rest assured, so she rubbed a white mist in the clouds, made a human shape and blew, and threw it in Liujia Village .Not long after this thing landed, he picked a banana leaf and put it on his body as a dress, and he turned into a slim girl, just wandering around Liujia Village.And because it is fog, it is always faintly visible in rainy days, and it has never disturbed ordinary people.

"I kept her because I wanted her to help me give advice to you, second brother. In case... Chen Xiang's temper can easily make you angry. But you know that thing very well, second brother, it's thousands of miles away from me. It is difficult for me to control her behavior and words, so her words and deeds in Liujia Village are all from my heart."

In this way, Yang Jian had a rough impression.That afternoon when the drizzle was hazy, Chen Xiang knew that he was not an ordinary person, but also the enemy who had killed Liu Yanchang, and hated him deeply; and at that time, there was indeed such a woman who stayed with an umbrella and said a few jokes and comforts.

"But I didn't expect that after so many years, she's still here." Yang Chan was very helpless, "And while I wasn't paying attention, she even had a conversation with Chen Xiang."

Having said that, Yang Jian gave her a little reaction, unexpectedly asked: "Could it be Chen Xiang?"

"That's right, Chen Xiang seems to like her very much, and knows that she is neither a fairy nor a demon, and I often chat with her. After I found out about this, I dispersed the fog, but I couldn't bear to tell Chen Xiang the truth... "

It probably means that I made a mistake first, and it was inconvenient to speak, so I asked my brother for help.Yang Jian frowned and said, "This matter is beyond your expectation, so don't be too sad. I will talk to him when I have a chance."

That's how things were settled.Not long after, Chen Xiang came back from visiting Meishan, went into the back room to meet Yang Jian, and called "Uncle" in a low voice.Although there were quarrels and misunderstandings between Yang Jian and him, and they broke up at the beginning, but that has become a thing of the past after all, and he stopped worrying too much. When he saw him, he smiled and asked the grass head god how the rehearsal was.Chen Xiang then told what he saw and heard one by one, and followed Yang Jian into the study step by step.

"This is the study room I usually use. You can come anytime. If you like to do things alone, there is another room next door for you to use." Now that he is here, Yang Jian briefly introduces the layout of the Yang Mansion to him, and then He takes it to the bedroom.The courtyard they live in is small and exquisite, with one courtyard and three rooms divided into three directions: east, west, and north.

Not long after, Yang Chan came out following the sound and said: "Chen Xiang, this is the courtyard where your uncle and I have lived since we were young, and there is a room available for you. However, if you want to be quiet, you can go to the east courtyard live, it used to be the residence of your grandparents."

Chen Xiang didn't pay much attention to this, but was rather surprised when he lowered his head and saw the three-inch paper figurines passing by in a line in the corridor.Yang Chan explained: "Some of them were favored by your uncle and came here voluntarily to serve, and some of them were when your uncle was an earth immortal in Guanjiangkou, some mortals came to Erlang Temple to ask him to do something. 'After the matter is accomplished, I am willing to work as an ox and a horse for the sage and the real king'... That's why I came here."

Chen Xiang wanted to laugh a little.Indeed, words must be followed, since he said that he would be an ox and a horse, now his uncle just asked them to come over and take care of the cleaning of the Yang residence, which was quite kind.

Although it is only a paper figurine, its movements are quite nimble, it jumps up and down tirelessly, and it is good at tidying up and cleaning everything.Seeing Chen Xiang's childish character that has rarely been revealed in recent years, Yang Chan was relieved, and whispered to Yang Jian: "Second brother, it seems that he is not so angry anymore. I have spoken good things for you all these years. He already knew that." Wrong, just missed the door. You try to coax your nephew, he is as soft-hearted as I am, and he hardly holds grudges." After saying that, he went back to his room.

In the small yard, there are only two uncles and nephews who have been deeply misunderstood in the past.Yang Jian took the ink fan and tapped Chen Xiang on the shoulder, reminding: "Chen Xiang, come with Uncle and have a word with me."

At this time the sky will be dusk.Chen Xiang followed Yang Jian to the corridor, and saw paper figurines clinging to the pillars of the corridor, carrying fire folds, and lighting up the lanterns all over the corridor one by one.The brilliance is dim and dense, gradually connecting into a long and gentle road.

What is the end of the road, what is the destination, he can not see.As the door of the study room opened, Chen Xiang turned around and looked around, but he saw the chaos of the night, the way he came from was half-bright and half hidden in the dim light, and he couldn't see the beginning.

This door is finally closed.

The tender cyan porcelain cup is filled with the fragrance of tea, revealing the clear and sparkling spring.By the dim candlelight, Chen Xiang lowered his head and caught a glimpse of his blurred reflection on the tea surface, took a sip, tasted the bitterness at first, then swallowed the sweetness.He put down his teacup, looked up and saw Yang Jian sitting across the table from him, and immediately felt that this sip of tea was not only sweet, but also had a strong spicy taste, rushing straight into his nostrils.

Yang Jian saw that his nephew seemed not used to the tea, so he smiled at him: "It's okay if you are not used to it, just pour some water. I have learned from Monkey King for so long, has he taught you how to drink?"

Of course not.Chen Xiang shook his head: "I'm used to it." After a short pause, he whispered again, "Uncle..."

Yang Jian looked at him with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Seeing him like this, he probably doesn't want to advance things further.But more than ten years after the farewell to Huashan, it was always a thorn in Chen Xiang's heart, and if he didn't pull it out, it would last forever, how could they make their uncle and nephew face each other day and night?

"What I said that day was not sincere," Chen Xiang finally said shyly, "Actually, in my heart, Uncle, you have never been that kind of person... You have always been very kind to me, and you were forced to do many things back then. That's why you did that. You didn't come to Liujia Village to make me a god again. You just missed me, and you don't know what your future will be after the new Tiantiao is installed. That's all... Even after I lose my memory, I don't know Who are you, but I can still feel that you care about me, I am very important to you, that's why I want to be friends with you in a whimsical way. I never wanted to hurt your heart, I was just too sad , said a lot of duplicity... I regretted it after I finished speaking, I couldn't bear you to leave, and I couldn't bear to leave you, but I..."

But at that time, Chen Xiang felt that he had no face and no qualification to be with Yang Jian anymore.

"But you are wrong, Chen Xiang." Facing his nephew's almost incoherent confession, Yang Jian said softly, "Most of what you said is correct. And it can't be your fault. You just recovered your memory and magic power. But seeing that my life was dying, I had to force myself to take care of me; I was indeed selfish, I only wanted to spend a few more days with you, and refused to go back to heaven with Li Jing, and made you unable to go back to Liujia Village. Your father He is a mortal, I should let him go."

As he spoke, he drank half a cup of tea and sighed, "I was really impulsive back then. Because I was a god, third sister's elder brother, and your uncle, I could do whatever I wanted. But there is one thing you want wrong."

Chen Xiang looked up at him.

"That's not whimsical," Yang Jian said sincerely, "Maybe we can really be friends."

to be friends?

He has regained his lost memories and feelings, and lost the lingering rainy season. Now, can he really continue to be the so-called year-end friendship with Yang Jian?

Chen Xiang raised the corner of his mouth, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, I still want to ask you a question, can you tell the truth?" He seemed to be deliberating for a long time, but he seemed to be careless, and there seemed to be some years of parting feelings hidden in his words , "If... If you go back to that year, you learn that I have sealed the immortal root and become a mortal... Will you still come to Liujia Village to see me?"

can you?At that time, Yang Jian, who had just recovered from a serious injury and had an uncertain future, would he still hide it from Yang Chan and leave willfully in exchange for half a month of time with his nephew?

That season of plum rain was dark and humid, dripping dripping, even after storing it in memory, it still feels sticky to the touch after many years, soaked in wet melancholy.What's even more strange is that the rainy seasons of the year were hazy and melancholy, too many thoughts were wet by the rain, and too many deep meanings were misty, and even he couldn't figure out the truth; but many years later, he could see it better than before. Much clearer.

"I'm in love with someone, Uncle."

Clearly not waiting for Yang Jian's reply, Chen Xiang didn't realize it, and said quietly: "I'm in love with him, and I miss him like crazy every day, every day. I know it's impossible between us, and I know he's not in this life. Will accept me, but I still love him crazily. Uncle, can you understand this feeling, this... feeling that you can't take it or let it go?"

These words are quite inexplicable.But since the nephew mentioned the mist created by Yang Chan, Yang Jian felt relieved, and took the opportunity to talk to Chen Xiang about it, so he replied: "Actually, things are not what you think..."

"Isn't it what I thought? Could there be other truths, other possibilities? Could it be that the person I like—"

"Chen Xiang...don't do this," Yang Jian stopped his wild thoughts in time, "It's impossible for you."

Impossible... yeah, they can't.Impossible in this life, what about the next life?What about the next life?If he could just die and forget about this relationship, it would be fine.

impossible.Of course he knew it was impossible, but when these three words came out of Yang Jian's mouth, it was like a knife cutting iron, adding more power.

"Impossible...yes, I know it's impossible," Chen Xiang raised her reddish eyes, "But uncle, you know exactly what I think about you, and you know it's impossible, yet you still treat me like that in Huashan, and treat me like that. I hope, and why?!"

These words sounded like a thunderbolt.Under the lamp, Yang Jian's face was as pale as if he was suffering from a serious illness, and even his voice trembled slightly: "...what did you say?"

"Let me say," Chen Xiang said slowly and word by word, "I who lost my memory... fell in love with you."

"You have a clever calculation, have you ever calculated this? If you had known the result, would you have come to Liujia Village to see me? You answer me, please... Please, uncle."

As he spoke, he glanced at Yang Jian.An oil lamp was quietly placed on the coffee table between them, and the doors and windows in the room were closed tightly, so even the flickering of the fire light was very slight; but he could see Yang Jian's fingertips, and even his body felt like chills Like, trembling slightly.

He was afraid, he was trembling with fear.Chen Xiang knew that his uncle who was fearless, the god of justice who was once under one person and above ten thousand people, the Xiansheng Erlang Zhenjun who turned his hands into clouds and rain, must be in a mess in his mind now, and he wants to continue talking Whether to leave in a huff, to curse or to gently persuade, all kinds of thoughts mixed together, shocked him into a dilemma, disturbed him physically and mentally.

However, this is not what Chen Xiang hoped for.For a moment just now, he really thought that Yang Jian knew about it, that he deliberately seduced him, so that he couldn't let him go, and he couldn't hate him even if he wanted to; but now, Yang Jian's reaction clearly told him that he had nothing at all. Know.

Yeah, he doesn't know anything.This is Yang Jian. In his eyes, Chen Xiang can only be his nephew forever, a so-called "friend" who is just a whim and a moment of guilt.

Needless to say.Yang Jian's current reaction, if written on paper, would be the word "resistance" written in black and white.

It is generally the same as what Chen Xiang thinks.

He was disappointed, but he couldn't help thinking: This is Yang Jian, my uncle; after more than ten years, I can finally stay by his side like this, look at him carefully, and talk to him.

"...For more than ten years, you don't know how much I miss you. I miss you so much that I almost commit suicide, uncle..."

"No," Yang Jian interrupted suddenly, "don't call me that."

"You're angry?"

Yang Jian failed to answer, closed his eyes, and tried his best to suppress the confusion in his heart.

"It makes me angry...it makes me afraid," Chen Xiang smiled wryly, "Compared with the torture I have suffered in the past ten years, it is nothing at all. So I think, it is really not worth it."

"I miss you here, but I'm afraid you don't think about me at all; even if I do, I just miss your nephew. Your nephew is fine, you don't care at all, what you like is your nephew—don't Look at me this way, this is just what I say to myself when I am in pain.

"But now I want to understand, thanks to the mist left by my mother. She enlightened me a lot, and I understand more and more, in fact, that is not love at all..."

Chen Xiang got up slowly and walked in front of Yang Jian.When Yang Jian went to Liujia Village, his stature was already very close to Yang Jian's. In the past few years, his immortal body has recovered, and his physical body has gradually grown into the most prosperous and vigorous appearance in this life.Now the uncle and nephew are blending under the faint light, sitting and standing, Yang Jian needs to raise his head slightly to see clearly the appearance of Chen Xiang's approaching.

"...Don't be afraid, that's not love, I was thinking wrong." He squatted down in front of Yang Jian, covering the back of Yang Jian's hand with his warm palm, "It's just an obsession."

The lights are warm and harmonious.Yang Jian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and although his voice was still dry, he was not as nervous as before: "Chen Xiang..."

Chen Xiang lowered her eyebrows and smiled softly: "You always call me like this, Chen Xiang, Chen Xiang, Chen Xiang, when you were injured and unconscious, you always called me by my name. So I think, even if you really only like your nephew, I am also a qualified nephew, worthy of the nephew you like. In this way, I should be satisfied. You like me, uncle, you like me from the first time you saw me, and you have never changed. And I The obsession with you also started from the day we met at the age of 16."

Truth and lies, one sentence mixed with the other, telling the gentleness of the first meeting under the gentle wind and willows.

"Because I have no mother since I was a child, the children of the same age in Liujia Village don't like me. I have no friends. Before you came, I didn't have any. But when you came, my world was different. I have an uncle, and I still I don't know what an uncle is, but I know that you are good to me. I like you very much and want to see you very much. You said that you would come when you are free, but you don't know that I think about it day and night, and I just want to see you. After you appeared, I no longer feel inferior, because I have an uncle, and my uncle is my friend."

Reality and fiction, one scene after another, makes people unable to distinguish what is meant by the dependence of family affection and what is meant by the possession of love.

"It's ridiculous to say that when I lost my memory, you came to Liujia Village to see me again, but it was a miserable time. But at that time, my mood was the same as when I was 16 years old. I know that your origin is unknown, and you may even have ulterior motives. But I choose to believe in you, I want to be friends with you, I want to be with you and take care of you for the rest of my life."

Sunny day and rainy season, one scene after another, deliberately blurred the bud of love.

"...All of this is because I like you very much, uncle, just like you like me. You said that you like me, do you remember?"

Now and in the past, every promise was kept, and that immoral relationship seemed to be ignored.

In Chen Xiang's eyes, two lines of clear tears flowed down.

Falsehood, lies, retreating to advance, step by step - he was forced into this appearance by love.

"...Chen Xiang, you..." Yang Jian really couldn't see his tears, and raised his hand to gently wipe them away, "I'm sorry for you, back then... back then I..."

"Uncle, I know what you want to say, there's no need to say it, it's all a misunderstanding," Chen Xiang held Yang Jian's hand that wiped his tears, and pressed it against his cheek, "Do you still think your nephew is ridiculous?"

Yang Jian stared at his tearful eyes and shook his head slightly.

"It's me who is ridiculous," he said softly, "I shouldn't have come back then."

"But if I give you another chance, you will come again," Chen Xiang said firmly, "Because you miss me, your guilt towards me is greater than your reason, and you even thought... that you would die in the realm of desire Four Heavens."

Irrefutable and unwilling to think about it, Yang Jian didn't say anything for a long time, only sighed heavily.

"The obsession back then, the most imminent thought when I was 16 years old," Chen Xiang asked, "Does uncle know what it is?"

Yang Jian looked at him silently.

"...Let my nephew be self-willed for a while, okay? My uncle has been self-willed so many times, and let my nephew...realize his obsession, is that okay?"

Chen Xiang still held Yang Jian's hand, but slowly stood up.

He stood up, covering half of the light.

"Don't move, uncle." He moved closer and gently embraced Yang Jian in his arms.

It's like embracing a ray of spring breeze when I was 16 years old.

That is so precious, so important.Those were the years of [-] years that he could never get back, the first love that he could never get back.

In that year, his love was still very young, and his affection was still very pure.All he wanted was a hug, a...

"Don't reject me..."

Chen Xiang's language seemed to be whispering.

Unlike him today.The rainy season of that season has long been drenched in the bottom of my heart, giving birth to a large wet moss.

He closed his eyes, leaned over, and placed a light kiss on Yang Jian's cool forehead.

The person in his arms didn't move at all, and under the dim light, there were no ripples in his eyes.

But Chen Xiang's body trembled slightly, and she opened her mouth to speak——

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