[Shen Jian] Plum rain

03

A little bit of cool rain fell on the forehead, which brought back Chen Xiang's rationality in time.

He suddenly loosened his five fingers, fearing that he would not be able to control his right hand like that, and firmly retracted it into his sleeve.From the tightened outline of the sleeves, even the slight spasm of the five fingers can be seen.

Only then did Yang Jian's breath become free.The former god of justice lost all his dignity in front of his nephew, and coughed violently with a flushed face; he seemed to be unable to sit still, and he could barely support his body by clasping the seat with one hand, and also his consciousness that was on the verge of collapse.

Chen Xiang wakes up like a dream, suffocating her breath, rushes to the table in a hurry, warms the water in the teapot with magic power, and pours a cup for Yang Jian.But Yang Jian didn't accept his favor, he suddenly raised his hand and pushed Chen Xiang half a foot away, half a glass of water danglingly poured out from the mouth of the cup, sprinkled Chen Xiang all over his hand.

Overwhelmed with water.

In the blank segment just now, Yang Jian's fragile life gate is held in the palm of Chen Xiang.Since he wanted to get rid of me, he would rather die than it doesn't matter, then he would be fulfilled—if such thoughts flooded Chen Xiang's mind, it was really a coincidence, and it seemed that slapping him was not enough, so he choked Yang Jian by the throat.

Fortunately, a drop of rain woke him up.

Finally, Yang Jian's panting gradually calmed down.Chen Xiang stood silently by the side, speechless for a while, and waited for the suffocating flush on Yang Jian's face to fade completely, before he dared to feel his emotions, and asked cautiously: "Why...why didn't you struggle just now, and didn't ask me to let you go?" .”

Yang Jian leaned weakly on the back of the back, and couldn't even spare the strength to look at him: "I'm just your fish and meat... I die early and die later, what's the difference?"

Qi is like a gossamer.Seeing that he finished speaking these words intermittently, Chen Xiang felt as if all her strength had been drained, she closed her eyes and was almost motionless.

"...Uncle." Chen Xiang stepped forward and touched his fingertips, but felt the touch was cold; but only touched for a moment, Yang Jian curled up his five fingers, clearly a gesture of rejection.

As if retreating, Chen Xiang lowered his gaze, and slowly said sorry.Seeing that Yang Jian didn't respond at all, he bit his lip for a moment and said solemnly, "I'm sorry."

Apologizing to him now, probably fulfilled his wish again.In the situation just now, if analyzed rationally, if Yang Jian didn't want to die, Chen Xiang would never be able to kill him; even if Yang Jian died because he wanted to die, the root cause is probably due to his provocations to Chen Xiang.

But Chen Xiang didn't want to talk about right or wrong.He only knew that he shouldn't be so impulsive and hit Yang Jian so hard.

It turned out that not only Yang Jian's love for his nephew was fake, but even my love for Yang Jian was fake.If I really loved him, as deeply as I thought, how could I really want to strangle him just now?

And beat him.

For their absurd uncle and nephew, Yang Jian used to have a hypocritical mask of "uncle", while Chen Xiang also wore a mask, which is called "love".

Now Yang Jian has already torn off his mask, but Chen Xiang admits that he is ignorant and extremely hypocritical, and still firmly wears the mask of love, doing hypocritical, unscrupulous and shameless things.

It can't go on like this.

Chen Xiang looked at the glaring purple-red finger marks on Yang Jian's neck again.Just one glance, as if being pricked by a needle, I was caught off guard and looked away.

He should save Yang Jian, but also himself.

"...I promise you, seven days later, seven days later I will bring my mother to see you. If you can misunderstand Bing Shi, if you can promise me to live in Guanjiangkou and stop doing evil, I will remove the barrier. There is no need, and I will not come to Guanjiangkou to disturb you again." Chen Xiang said to himself, his voice was very soft, but he just knew that Yang Jian must have listened to everything.Pausing for a moment, Chen Xiang thought of the unknown source that caused their dispute just now, and added reluctantly: "Remove the barrier, and you will no longer be... Actually, I never regarded you as a prisoner, but you Guilty, if you don’t like me, you think I don’t like you either, thinking that I did this to imprison you and humiliate you. But I’m not... In the future, even if that person comes, it can’t be called saving you, you You don’t have to look forward to him so eagerly.”

After talking, there was still no answer.Chen Xiang waited for a long while, seeing Yang Jian's dry lips, thinking that he might be thirsty, she poured him another glass of water and brought it to him, touching his hand lightly with the body of the glass.

He didn't expect Yang Jian to pay attention to him at all.Unexpectedly, Yang Jian's knuckles twitched slightly, and he stopped dozing off, got up to take his water, and drank half a glass slowly.

Chen Xiang watched his movements, feeling heavy in her heart.Does he want to leave himself that much?Hearing that you can remove the enchantment, you can never see yourself again, so you become obedient?Or did he still want to see "that person" at all?

Regret suddenly rose.It's a pity that his words have already been spoken, how can he easily go back on his words, but suppress his sourness and keep silent.

Not long after, night fell quietly with the sound of fine rain.It was raining heavily at night, so Chen Xiang planned to stay overnight in Yang's mansion, cast a spell and sent back to Liu's village.

It has been more than half a year since the Battle of Huashan, during this time, Chen Xiang has often stayed in the Yang Mansion for the sake of Yang Jian.But tonight was different, he seemed to hold an inexplicable persistence, even if he had nothing to say to Yang Jian, he still stayed in Yang Jian's room until he turned off the lights and took a rest.

What made him even more uneasy was that Yang Jian didn't chase him away, and didn't show him much face.Before going to bed, Chen Xiang asked him if he had eaten the elixir, and he replied flatly, "Yes", but he no longer ignored his question, nor did he provocatively provocatively.

In the past six months, provoking Chen Xiang with words has become what he is best at and what he does most often.Chen Xiang didn't know his real purpose in the past. He only knew that he was in a bad mood because of his dismissal and being trapped. Just wait for him to figure it out; bottom line.Today, the truth is finally revealed. It turns out that he has done so many things just to leave Chen Xiang and find another person.

But Chen Xiang was not reconciled.He was not reconciled. He was the one who saved Yang Jian's life at the foot of Huashan Mountain, he was the one who forcibly dragged him back from the edge of life and death, and he was the one who took good care of him for half a year, but how could Yang Jian keep fighting for an outsider? Push yourself out, even at the risk of fighting with your life?

It's been so long, it's been so long since we first met at the age of 16.Years of torment of forbidden love finally came to fruition after splitting Huashan Mountain. The God of Justice, who was once aloof and murderous with knives and pens, became his private property. He could come to see him whenever he wanted, and his basic necessities Even every move is under control, even when he is angry, he has no choice but to vent to himself; he can hug him, take off his uncle's clothes, caress his slightly cold skin, touch his pale Ling lips; even when Yang Jian was still in a coma, Chen Xiang couldn't restrain himself, and gently leaned on his cock's body, kissing the eyes between his forehead.

He can tolerate that Yang Jian doesn't know his thoughts, desires, and his true feelings; he also knows that Yang Jian doesn't like him, doesn't love himself, and doesn't even want to see him.But he couldn't accept that there was someone else in Yang Jian's heart.

Besides, this "other" is a character that Chen Xiang doesn't know.

3000 years is the moat dug between them by time.Their so-called love has too many obstacles, age, blood relationship, good and evil, all of them are thorns in Chen Xiang's heart that cannot be removed.

Now, there is one more thorn.

Sleepless all night, the rain never stops.

In the morning, Chen Xiang waits for Yang Jian to change his clothes.Uncharacteristically, Yang Jian did not show any rejection.The tendons of his right hand were severely injured, and he was still not very flexible, so he let Chen Xiang fiddle with it, and he didn't even utter a word of dissatisfaction.

Chen Xiang's complexion became even more ugly.After changing clothes, he went to the kitchen to make some white porridge with green vegetables, warmed it up and served it to Yang Jian.Yang Jian looked at the bowl of porridge, only showing some difficulty on the surface, but he didn't refuse in the end, and obediently drank the porridge spoon by spoon.

It was the first time that he finished feeding a bowl of porridge so smoothly, the more Chen Xiang thought about it, the more depressed he felt, and went out to wash the dishes without saying a word.But he didn't want to come back after washing the dishes, and saw Yang Jian half-kneeling in the corridor, holding on to the pillar with one hand, vomiting.

At first glance, Chen Xiang almost thought that he was about to vomit and fall down in the yard.Subconsciously called "Uncle", Chen Xiang rushed to support him, patted his back and wiped the dirt on his lips.After a while, he finally couldn't vomit, his body softened and leaned against the pillar, unable to move anymore, as if even breathing seemed to be very difficult.

Chen Xiang saw that his face was frighteningly pale, and even his hair was soaked in cold sweat, she couldn't bear it, and secretly blamed herself for not thinking well; but seeing him like this, she was really angry, and asked angrily: "What are you thinking? What are you eating?" Mortal grains would be uncomfortable, why do you still eat them?! You used to...how did you reject my words? How many excuses and ways did you use back then, but now you can’t say a word?!”

Of course it's not that he can't say it anymore, it's just that he doesn't need to say it.After Chen Xiang asked, he couldn't help laughing at himself, you see, once he heard that he was free and could see that person, he didn't even want to waste his energy in refusing on you.

Yang Jian, he couldn't bear the discomfort and force himself to swallow it because he thought it was the first bowl of porridge his nephew cooked for him.How could he be such a person?He will not be such a person.

Yang Jian in front of him was still very uncomfortable, his inflexible right hand was pressing on his twitching left abdomen, he couldn't even find the strength to open his eyes, how could he answer Chen Xiang's words.Chen Xiang sighed, helped him back to the bed helplessly, concentrated his mana with his fingertips, tapped lightly on his left abdomen, the pain eased slightly, and he quickly fell asleep.