[Shen Jian] Plum rain

02

Chen Xiang suddenly grabbed Yang Jian's thin collar, and shouted in a low voice: "The power of the judicial god is more important than family members, more important than the well-being of all beings in the three realms? Power makes you want to stop, so what about my mother... what about me?! We Should I be a victim of your power grab..."

At the end of the speech, it was probably infected by the deep sadness and disappointment in my heart, and even the ending sound became erratic and vain. Instead of being able to hear any hatred for Yang Jian, it was mostly depression.Hearing what his nephew said, Yang Jianguang was in a turbulent mood. After all, he could not be unfeeling to his only nephew, Wei Wei lowered his tone to comfort him: "What I did to you and your mother in the past is all because of my being the god of justice. If I don't do that, I will be dereliction of duty..." He paused for a moment, took a breath, and continued, "Even if you don't kill me, the Queen Mother will kill me..."

"So, are you doing it to save your life?" Chen Xiang seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw and rekindled hope, "The queen mother said that as long as you don't do evil anymore, she will never ask about your affairs again. Will threaten you again... What are you laughing at?"

Yang Jian was really smiling.Hearing Chen Xiang's question, he gradually calmed down, and even had a bit of a murderous look on his face: "Laughing that you are as naive as your mother. Do you really think that as long as you become an official in heaven, everything will be over? That's just Let’s start. Heavenly Court is a place to eat people, but you are so soft-hearted now, even if you go to Heavenly Court, you will only be eaten. You have no idea... What kind of person is the Queen Mother, and you dare to discuss business with her... "

"You don't need to remind me, Yang Jian, of course I know that Heavenly Court is a dirty place, but why should I agree to the Queen Mother's conditions? If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't..."

"It's just wishful thinking, and I'm just moved by myself." Yang Jian made this evaluation, "Even if I were to die in Huashan at that time, I would be more grateful to you than I am now."

In other words, instead of being ungrateful, he blamed Chen Xiang for meddling.Yang Jian, such ungrateful behaviors have become commonplace, and Chen Xiang should be used to them, but his sincerity has been wasted, and he is still sad after all.He gently closed his eyes, and suppressed the vague hatred in his heart, but it seemed that at the price of this, he actually tasted a bit of secret joy that his goal had been achieved.

That's it, that's fine.he thinks.If he has been so unrepentant, maybe I can...

Just tell him about the taboo feeling buried in your heart.

Chen Xiang said quietly: "You want to die, but I can't watch you die. No matter what you say, you are my real uncle, my mother's real brother. If I don't want to save me, how will so many gods in the sky think of me? What do you think of my mother? You can deny your relatives, but I don’t want to be like you. Besides, you are my uncle and have nothing to do with anyone else. Even if you want to die, you have to die by my hands and in front of me—this That's why I rescued you back."

After finishing speaking, he put the jade bottle containing the elixir next to his pillow, and put the folded quilt at the end of the bed behind Yang Jian, so that he could sit more comfortably, and he left the barrier.After a while, Chen Xiang turned back and went to the study to draw a spell, which was also pressed under Yang Jian's pillow, and said: "This can relieve pain, I will learn from my mother..." Halfway through the sentence, I probably felt that even if I was with Yang Jian It was useless to say that Yang Chan was good, so he cut it off and sighed, "When I'm not around, if the pain is really severe, I can use it myself. Do you remember the spell?"

Chen Xiang's soft and waxy temper, which is poor and kind, is a bit like Yang Chan, but his nagging and meticulous temperament probably inherited from Liu Yanchang.As if afraid that he would be moved by Chen Xiang, Yang Jian turned his eyes away from him.

Naturally, from him, Yang Jian has also seen his own ruthlessness, but he just needs to be pushed.

"...It's still early, do you need me to accompany you for a while?" Chen Xiang has long been accustomed to Yang Jian's indifference, and asked calmly, "Or do you want to be alone?"

Yang Jian still ignored him.Chen Xiang sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him deeply, but his eyes only looked at the two elongated and thin shadows reflected on the wall.

That is the slight skylight cast into the room from the half-opened window lattice.With the sound of rustling rain, it plucks the heartstrings.

One crushed his sister and killed his nephew, the other had ulterior motives;There should be nothing to say between their uncle and nephew.

It's ridiculous that Chen Xiang always thought that they could go back to Liujia Village when they were 16 years old, back to that sunny afternoon, back to the moment when they first fell in love.

I can't go back to the beginning, and I can't get rid of it.In the end, Chen Xiang was always the one who raised his hand and surrendered.

He finally failed to wait for the night in the long silence.Before leaving, he turned back to look at Yang Jian for the last time and asked him: "Do you want to see my mother? When my mother is well, I will bring her to see you."

After he asked, he saw Yang Jian's eyes tremble slightly, and for a moment, he seemed to be dodging deliberately.Then he knew Yang Jian's answer, smiled self-deprecatingly, and closed the door gently.

Chen Xiang left.The annual rainy season in Guanjiangkou came quietly.Beginning with the first gloomy drizzle, greet him with the sound of rain in your ears and wetness in your body.

A rain is also a ray of missing, a affection.In the dream at night, Chen Xiang heard Su Yu knocking on the window, but when he woke up, he saw the moonlight, and Fang was shocked to realize that the sound of rain in his ears was Nan Ke Yimeng.But in this way, it was difficult for him to fall asleep again, and suddenly saw the light on outside, so he opened the door to look - his mother Yang Chan was sitting under the light, her face was still haggard, but her eyes seemed to be filled with tender memories.Hearing that the voice was approaching, Yang Chan saw that it was Chen Xiang, smiled at him, and said softly, "Guanjiangkou, it must be the rainy season. I saw that your clothes are a little wet."

Chen Xiang nodded: "It's raining lightly."

"I really want to see him. Chen Xiang, take me there."

She spoke melancholy.This melancholy seems to be deeper and thicker than the rain curtain in the dream.

Chen Xiang said softly: "Mother, don't worry, I will definitely take you to see him. After seven days, how will you be? You can get better...Mother, you don't know, he is irritating, I am really worried that he will irritate you broken."

Yang Chan laughed after hearing this, and patted the back of Chen Xiang's hand to comfort him: "There is no nephew who talks about your uncle like you. Your uncle has a bad temper, but if he is angry with you, he probably didn't do it on purpose. He likes you. "

like……?Chen Xiang's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Mother, he really likes me? I used to think so too, but the Eighth Prince and Xiaoyu both said that it is impossible for him to like a nephew like me..."

Yang Chan couldn't help asking, "Then what kind of nephew does he like?"

"Maybe..." Chen Xiang recalled, "Maybe he likes nagging? That's not right, he always tells nagging to get away."

"He always thinks that Dou Zhanfo doesn't take a bath frequently, so why would he like him?" Yang Chan joked, "It's Dou Zhanfo who likes to provoke him."

After Sun Wukong was ruled out, Chen Xiang thought for a while and picked out another name: "Maybe I like Nezha. Anyway, I probably won't be the type he likes, so every time he saw me before, he was always angry. I dare not ask him what he is angry about..."

Listening to the son's words carefully, it seemed that he was embarrassed by Yang Jian's capriciousness; after thinking about it again, he could still hear a bit of "if I knew what he was angry with, I could change it".For a moment, Yang Chan couldn't tell whether it was Yang Jian who was always angry that made her care more, or her son who was blindly giving in made her feel more distressed.

"Nonsense, it's too late for him to like you, but you are my son, his nephew." Yang Chan comforted, "If he really dares not to like you, mother will be the first to let him go. Now mother and There is still a misunderstanding between your uncles, so when Mother goes to see him and she talks about it, it will be fine. At that time, no matter how angry he is with you now, you will be angry with him, and Mother will support you. "

In this way, everything seems to have the possibility of returning to normal.Chen Xiang nodded silently, unable to tell whether it was joy or disappointment.He should be Yang Jian's nephew, Yang Jian should be his uncle, this is a normal relationship; it would be better if he could be his uncle and nephew again, but what about his love and love?Could it be the end?He is not reconciled.

He also laughed at himself, this vacillating and indecisive temperament cannot be changed no matter what.People say that what is gained is bound to be lost, does he really want family affection, or immoral love?He wants them all, and he regrets giving up whichever one he has for the rest of his life; but how can he have both?

It's too greedy.

It was night, Chen Xiang tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.When the east was bright in the morning, he hurriedly dressed and washed, greeted Liu Yanchang, and left like a gust of wind.But when he reached the gate of Yang's mansion in a hurry, he suddenly thought: What am I doing here in such a hurry?I just met yesterday, and today I come to see him again. He still doesn't know how he will arrange me in his heart.

While thinking this way, he still opened the door and entered the house.

——But he was worried that Yang Chan and Yang Jian's two brothers and sisters would misunderstand each other seven days later, and he would have to cut off his rebellious thoughts, so he wanted to see him a few more times; while he still had reasons and confidence to have thoughts about Yang Jian.

After stepping into the enchantment, my mind turned back and forth, and the moment I saw Yang Jian became calm as usual.He left for only one night at best, and there was no change in the room, but Yang Jian got off the couch by himself and sat under the window to enjoy the breeze.

"Have you taken the elixir?" Seeing that the analgesic talisman was still pressed under the pillow, Chen Xiang relaxed a little, and walked towards him, "What are you looking at?"

Yang Jian didn't even turn his head, and didn't answer the first question, just said: "Wait for someone."

Chen Xiang didn't understand, so he asked, "Who are you waiting for?" Before he could answer, he couldn't help answering, "Do you have someone else to wait for?"

Yang Jian glanced at him coldly: "What's so strange?"

"The Roaring Dog is disappointed in you and left. I heard that your weapon is a flood dragon, but it is still sealed, and you can't release him with your current mana. As for the others... either you will hurt them to the core Xin, or I will be completely disappointed with you, and no one will stand by your side anymore." Chen Xiang said, "Who else can you wait for?"

At least today, within today, besides me, who else can you wait for?

Yang Jian responded with a sneer and did not answer.

"Tell me clearly, who are you waiting for?"

Because of uneasiness, because of suspicion, he must get to the bottom of it.But his uncle seemed unaware of his nephew's sullenness, and only added fuel to the flames precisely with a casual sentence: "Since you locked me here, didn't you think that someone would come to rescue me?"

"...Save you, who will save you?" Chen Xiang deliberately suppressed his voice, and quietly took another step towards Yang Jian, "Don't you understand? Your actions have been criticized by thousands of people, and I am the only one in the Three Realms." Will save you... only me!"

His voice was deep, and his face was a little ugly. Against the backdrop of the dark sky and rolling clouds outside the window lattice, he looked even more gloomy.Seeing that his appearance was not right, Yang Jian was thinking about how to ask for a reminder, but Chen Xiang firmly pressed his shoulder, and half of him fell backwards, with his back directly pressed against the bottom edge of the window.The sharp dull pain started from the impacted flesh and blood, quickly attacked the entire back, and even stimulated the old injuries that hadn't occurred recently.

Chen Xiang saw him choking and coughing extremely forbearance, she leaned back as if unable to support herself, a small section of porcelain white neck was exposed between the black hair.Immediately afterwards, his hand suddenly grabbed it, but he didn't have much strength, he could barely hold Chen Xiang's wrist, as if it was his lifeline.

Yes, this is his only life.If Chen Xiang was more ruthless at this moment, he could have strangled his throat, and even except Yang Chan, no one would care about his life or death.

Yes...he only has me.Chen Xiang stared at his blue and white knuckles, and then moved his eyes to his face.This invincible judicial god in the past, he is no longer so contemptuous and arrogant at last, but he is not afraid either.He just frowned slightly because of the pain, but still stared at the dark sky, his eyes were quiet and serene, as if he could see the person he was thinking of through the overturned dark clouds.

who is it?

Chen Xiang's lips moved, and he asked himself in a muffled voice: "Who could it be?"

Since Yang Jian didn't bother to give him the answer.He can only find it by himself.But if he wants to find it, where should he find it? Yang Jian's past is just a blank sheet of paper to him, but he must have a past. In his 3000 years of life, there are too many past events that Chen Xiang does not know.But there is no Chen Xiang's name in those old things; Yang Jian doesn't even think Chen Xiang is qualified to know.

Is this what Yang Jian likes?How could Yang Jian like his nephew while rejecting him thousands of miles away?

Chen Xiang's pupils constricted, her five fingers clasped firmly on Yang Jian's shoulder, and the other hand suddenly came from behind him, holding the back of his head, and pressed him firmly into her arms without any explanation.

"No matter who you are waiting for...he won't come," Chen Xiang's thin voice trembled along with his body, "No one will come at all, are you still wishful thinking? Back then, I was the only one who pleaded for you at the foot of Mount Hua. From now on, there will only be me..."

Yang Jian gasped for breath because of the severe pain and the sudden impact.There was a long, sharp sound that suddenly exploded in my ears, echoing Chen Xiang's extremely fast heartbeat, it was deafening.

But when the cloud was pushed away, the sound of the sudden patter of rain pierced into my ears, but it was so clear, and it was easy to suppress and smooth out the messy emotions just now.

Between the heaven and the earth, it seems that only the sound of the rain and each other's gradually calm breathing are left.

"What are you thinking..." Yang Jian could still laugh, "I clearly wanted to make a move just now, why did you stop?"

Seeing that Chen Xiang was furious again, he continued to speak furiously: "Since you don't want to kill me, please ask the little hero who saved your mother to throw me out. Life and death are fate, if he doesn't come to rescue, I will accept death."