[Shen Jian] Plum rain

06

At night when the stars were shining, Chen Xiang stepped into the barrier of Yang Mansion, wandered outside the door of Yang Jian's room, and finally returned to his room first, and hid the brocade box in the cupboard.

The moment the cupboard door is closed, it seems that, together with the passionate love and exclusive thoughts, they are also imprisoned inside, without seeing the light of day.

Chat for a moment at ease.

One day in the sky, one year on the ground.Although Chen Xiang only left for a short quarter of an hour, several days passed by in the mortal world.Counting the time, the agreed day to pick up his mother to visit Yang Jian has already passed.Chen Xiang sat by Yang Jian's bed until dawn, knowing that Yang Jian's health has improved, but he can't threaten his mother, so these days is the best time for them to meet their siblings.When the brothers and sisters met, no matter whether they talked well or not, given Yang Jian's recent softening of words, if he used the excuse of caring about his uncle's injury, he would probably be able to enter Yang's mansion again; How to use it and how to use it depends on Yang Jian's repentant attitude.

The first ray of morning light leaked into the window lattice, Chen Xiang made up his mind, got up and wanted to leave, his eyes wandered inadvertently, and suddenly saw a pendant scattered beside Yang Jian's pillow.

Chen Xiang was familiar with this pendant.In my impression, Yang Jian has been wearing it since the first meeting, and never leaves it every time he sees it.Chen Xiang quietly took the pendant to take a closer look, it turned out that the string was broken, most likely it was accidentally dropped by the pillow.Looking at the pendant itself, the shape of the eye is in the middle, which is probably related to Yang Jian's sky eye; the "pupil" in the center of the eye seems to be shining brightly, with hidden mana fluctuations.

Since it is Yang Jian's personal belonging, the source of mana should naturally be Yang Jian.However, because of Yang Jian's temperament, everything he does must have a purpose, how could he put mana into the pendant on a whim and ignore it from then on?If he had already guessed that he would be injured or even die in Huashan, then would the mana in this pendant be the last straw he left for himself?

Thinking of this, Chen Xiang separated half of his soul, flew into the pendant's pupils, and tried the method himself.

However, the circumstances in the pendant were completely unexpected.When I first came into view, it was as white as in the snow field, but there was no wind around, and I didn't feel cold or warm, so quiet that I couldn't even hear a single unnecessary sound.Chen Xiang lingered among them, and suddenly saw something flickering in front of him, it was a sapling rising out of thin air, quickly spreading its branches and leaves, sprouting a root neck, covering the ground with shadows.A boy in sackcloth stands under the shade of a tree, looking up at the height of the tree trunk, as if listening to teachings.

That was probably a dryad.As Chen Xiang approached, he really heard the hoarse voice of the old locust tree: "...he is tired of the old rules, if you want to worship him as a teacher, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort."

The boy in sackcloth was holding a thin black dog, and there was a hint of sadness in his familiar brows: "In this case, Master Yuding may be the only god in the Three Realms who dares to accept me as a disciple. I must let him accept me and teach me Spells, save my mother."

The scene is old and illusory.Chen Xiang guessed that everything in front of him was a memory, or it was just Yang Jian's obsession.Although the boy in sackcloth with the black dog in his arms has not yet opened his eyebrows and his temper is not sharp, Chen Xiang has already seen a little shadow of Yang Jian in the future from him.

"Think about how to convince him. He is not a talkative person," said the old locust tree. "You have to be smarter. Since he let you into Yuquan Mountain, it means that he doesn't hate you very much..." After saying that, the ugly and thin face on the tree trunk gradually disappeared, leaving only the rustling wind in the ears.

The corners of Chen Xiang's clothes didn't move at all, but the young Yang Jian shrank back as if afraid of the cold, stroked the black dog in his arms, and said: "Don't worry, Xiao Tiangou, I will definitely find a way... But next time you see him , you have to be good, don't bark or move around, you know?"

The Xiaotian dog whimpered aggrievedly.Young Yang Jianquan thought it agreed, hugged him and sat under the tree, looking up at the tall and emerald green crown.But the weather was cloudy and windy, and the chill was miserable. If it were to put it harshly, he was now like a lost dog, haggard and ruined, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of vigor later on.

So did Yang Jian ever experience such a failure and despondency?Chen Xiang knelt down, looked at his eyebrows and eyes carefully, and suddenly thought: If I can go back to that time, can I help him, inspire him, and teach him? From then on, his world may only be me, and the distance between me and him is 3000. Years of gullies will no longer exist...

Just as he was thinking this, a mist suddenly rose and covered his eyes, instantly covering up the young man in sackcloth and the century-old locust tree in front of him.Chen Xiang was not flustered, and stayed where he was, waiting for the next scene to come.He knew that this was just a fragment of Yang Jian's memory, and with the 3000-year gap between the present and the past, it is human nature to even have some vague memories.

Not long after, memories opened again.It's just that what came first this time was not the scene, but the quiet voice of the young man Yang Jian: "My mother is right, the fault lies in the ruthlessness of the sky."

Then someone seemed to answer something.Chen Xiang couldn't hear clearly, and then the picture unfolded, and he saw the dog walking away along the winding mountain path with young Yang Jian, and in front of them was the handsome back of a Taoist in green robe.

It really is him, Master Yuding.

This scene is surprisingly long, probably the decision about Yang Jian's future fate, and for Yang Jian, it is also the most unforgettable in his life.Chen Xiang watched their master and apprentice drift away, and for some reason, his heart was full of melancholy, mixed with reluctance and reluctance, eagerly urging him to follow, and must not let Master Yuding become Yang Jian's only support.

But Master Yuding is exactly that.What's more, no matter whether you are willing or not, it has become the past, and it is not ridiculous to pursue it now?Chen Xiang shook his head while thinking this way, he was not right, so he couldn't help but follow him away.

But illusions are just illusions after all.Of course, Chen Xiang could not step into Yuquan Mountain 3000 years ago, and it is impossible to get involved in this 3000-year-long master-student relationship.The next scene recalled is like a monotonous and simple shadow puppet, with almost no color and no sound. Only the master and apprentice take the Jinxia Cave of Yuquan Mountain as their home, living in and out, and inseparable.

The human way is "a teacher for one day and a father for the rest of his life", and Master Yuding is not only a strict teacher, but also a loving father.The young man Yang Jian had experienced the catastrophe of family destruction early on, he was well-behaved and sensible, and relied on Master Yuding, the only master who took care of him wholeheartedly, as his father.And Master Yuding is also lonely, not only has no wife, no children, no relatives, no friends, even Yang Jian is the only apprentice from the beginning to the end.But he doesn't dote on Yang Jian. Instead, he teaches him harshly and uses both rewards and punishments, as if he intends to lead him to the right path.

And he failed in the end.Although he didn't want to contemplate Yang Jian with the darkest psychology, Chen Xiang still couldn't help guessing that since he was still unable to distinguish right from wrong under the persuasive temptation of Master Yuding, he probably had an evil heart and guidance was useless.And the sentence "the fault lies in the ruthlessness of the sky" is probably just an expedient measure he came up with to trick Master Yuding into accepting him as a disciple after being instructed by the tree demon.

Looking at the Three Realms, who doesn't know that Yang Jian is greedy for power and adores power?It's just that the real Yuding is still kept in the dark at this time, and he doesn't know that he has ulterior motives.

Chen Xiang guessed this way, and the white mist in that room once again filled the entire field of vision, and the world was boundless for a moment, and everything was silent. After a while, the picture scroll unfolded again, and Yang Jian had grown into his most familiar appearance—but not the one he was most familiar with. mind.

Or, the him in front of Daoist Yuding is completely different from the one in front of Chen Xiang.

Daoist Yuding is cold and cold, and Yang Jian is also cold and cold.However, his smile in front of Daoist Yuding can always come from the heart.

Chen Xiang stepped forward and approached carefully, carefully observing every smile on his face, even if it was just a smile leaking from the corners of his eyes and brows, he would not let it go.Yes, he is indeed not familiar with Yang Jian. They have been enemies for as long as they have known each other. Not to mention family affection, they don't even have a nodding acquaintance; but he just knows that Yang Jian's smile is the real smile .

It was Xiaohepan when I was 16 years old, I saw the smile.

It was he who always tried to capture Yang Jian's brow, that gentle smile.

——It is the tenderness that he can meet but cannot ask for.

And the person who gave his smile the most was not Chen Xiang, but his master.

Why, why?Chen Xiang looked at his face carefully, tracing his expression with his eyes, the curvature of his eyebrows and the tenderness of the corners of his lips.

He saw Yang Jian took the letter, stepped into the elegant pavilion in the pine forest, and called out "Master."

"Look, look," Chen Xiang murmured, "Look at you, the expression of being called 'Master' is completely different from the expression of being called 'Chen Xiang'. When you call him, you always have a smile on your face; when you call me, you always He is angry. He is your master, and it is only natural that you treat him well; but I am your nephew..."

Yang Jian couldn't hear Chen Xiang's few words.He always seems to be in a good mood in front of Master Yuding, no matter how the sun is setting and the night is dark in the pine forest, the role of expression in this communication is actually lacklustre; Stepping up to Master Yuding, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "Master, have you been drinking?"

At this time, Chen Xiang saw the wine utensils on the table clearly through the sunset.Master Yuding responded vaguely, and beckoned to Yang Jian: "Come, Qingyuan. You come."

Yang Jian didn't even think about it, and stepped forward obediently.But memories are just memories after all, Chen Xiang's intuition is different, but he can't stop it, watching Yang Jian sit in front of him, being wrapped around the waist by Daoist Yuding, and kissing his lips.

The rich and mellow smell of wine permeated wantonly at the tip of Chen Xiang's nose.The twilight was too deep, and he couldn't see whether Yang Jian's expression was mostly refusal or intoxicated; but Yang Jian did not seem to resist.

He only froze his body at the first moment of being kissed, and struggled a little instinctively.Then, she fell silent completely, as if she was seriously feeling the kiss.

This short but long kiss.

In the dark dusk, with vague outlines and the faint scent of wine.

And unrequited love.

Chen Xiang, who was not supposed to exist here, froze in place, his hands and feet were cold, and he was helpless.

But this kiss, after all, only came together with the falling pine leaves under the night, suddenly came and stopped abruptly.

"Qingyuan, stay with me." Daoist Yu Ding smelt of alcohol, but there was not even a trace of drunkenness in his words; but he was still speaking the most sober and ignorant love words in front of his apprentice.

Chen Xiang raised his eyes with difficulty.This answer, he thought, did not need to know.

3000 years of master and apprentice, and just a few years of uncle and nephew.He will never be an opponent of Daoist Yuding.

never.

But Yang Jian seemed to be deliberately joking with him, and the memory was broken.He failed to hear the answer from Yang Jian himself, and suddenly the white mist struck again, and he was already in the Zhenjun Temple in an instant.The color of the hall is dark, and the long letter lamp is burning. Yang Jian sits on the high seat of the judicial god, stroking the black dog at his feet.And he took off his pendant and put it at hand.

"I'll send you to Yuquan Mountain first. Although the master is not there, there is an enchantment. Chen Xiang and the others can't chase in, so it can keep you safe."

The black dog limply lay on the ground, only flicking its tail in response.Chen Xiang was slightly surprised, it turned out that Xiao Tiangou didn't leave in disappointment, but was sent to Yuquan Mountain by Yang Jian for refuge. He thought, if it looked like this, Yang Jian still had some conscience, even though all this conscience was given to a dog.

Just thinking about it, I heard Yang Jian say again: "Don't worry about me. I have sealed some memories in the eyes of the sky. If I die in Huashan, it will take me back to Yuquanshan to find you. At least, I won't expose my corpse to the wilderness .and...Master."

Chen Xiang was startled, he actually looked in his direction.But if you look closely, his line of sight has no focal length, obviously he is only looking in one direction, that is to say——he thought that if Master Yuding entered the pendant, he would stand near the position of Chen Xiang and look at it like Chen Xiang. he.

With sad eyes, he was talking to the future "Master".

Chen Xiang suddenly realized that since he thought he would die then what he wanted to say might be his last words.

"Master," he said, "Chen Xiang is my nephew, Yang Chan is my sister, they are my relatives. I have no complaints when I died at the hands of Chen Xiang. The only person I owe is you, Master."

Chen Xiang's breath suddenly suffocated.

"It's not that I don't want to accept it, I'm just afraid..."

Afraid.He even said "scared".

"I'm afraid it's a fake," Yang Jian said slowly, "It's your and my mask."