[Shen Jian] Plum rain

God finally gave him some face.The next morning it rained like needles, but in the afternoon when the wind stopped and the rain stopped, Chen Xiang packed up simple tools—a hatchet, a long rope, an umbrella, and put on straw sandals to go up the mountain.Liu Yanchang opened the door for him, and suddenly thought of something: "Let your uncle go with you."

Chen Xiang subconsciously glanced at Yang Jian.The uncle, who can't do anything, barely ate half a bowl of rice just now, and now his face is inexplicably ugly.But the moment he noticed Chen Xiang's gaze, he still smiled nicely at his nephew.

"Farewell, isn't uncle sick? I'm going up the mountain." Chen Xiang looked away, and she didn't deliberately avoid Yang Jian when she refused, "Let uncle rest at home."

The point is, judging from his uncle's performance yesterday, he doesn't look like a person who can climb mountains and help out.Of course Chen Xiang would not say this clearly, but as his own father, Liu Yanchang could guess what he was thinking just by guessing, so he quickly pulled him outside the door and said in a low voice: "Father and your uncle used to There was a misunderstanding, and it would be embarrassing for the two of us to be together. You should do father a favor and take your uncle away, father thank you."

After Chen Xiang thought about it, she was right, so she nodded: "Then I want to eat fish tonight?"

"Okay, dad, go fishing, buy it if you can't catch it." Liu Yanchang seemed to want to spend money to eliminate disasters.

"It's a deal." Chen Xiang ran back into the house, took an oil-paper umbrella from the wall, and stuffed it into Yang Jian's hands, "Uncle, come up the mountain with me."

The word "accompany me" was so clever that even Liu Yanchang thought it was very sweet.Based on his understanding of Yang Jian, even if Chang'e is dancing, he may choose to go with his nephew, because his only nephew who has lived for 3000 years and the only descendant of his Yang family for [-] years needs him to accompany him.

As a loyal audience, Liu Yanchang occasionally interprets from Yang Jian's superb acting skills that although Yang Chan did not adopt Chen Xiang to Yang Jian, Yang Jian may really treat Chen Xiang as his son. , I hope he will become a talent; Yang Jian's biggest problem is that he contradicts himself and resorts to unscrupulous methods. Maybe he thought that the descendants of the Yang family would be as persevering as he was, but he didn't expect that most people in this world don't like going against the wind. , not to mention letting them fall and get up, get up and fall, such a cycle is almost unbearable for individuals.

In short, Yang Jian probably ceased to be a person long ago; Chen Xiang was brought up by me, so naturally he was more like the Liu family, and the Liu family was born ordinary.Liu Yanchang thought so.

"Father, let's go," Chen Xiang winked at Liu Yanchang, "Make something delicious and wait for us to come back."

The baby son said "we" on the left and "delicious" on the right, constantly implying how much trouble he helped his father solve.But Liu Yanchang was really happy, waved goodbye, and watched his son and Yang Jian walk away one after the other.

Chen Xiang led the way. He was young and his pace was always fast, but today, considering that there was an uncle behind him who was not familiar with this place and was weak, of course he slowed down his pace. He walked out of the steep and slippery mountain road. In order to avoid the casual feeling of strolling in the courtyard, I have to look back at my uncle from time to time to see if he needs help.

The farther up the mountain, the more difficult the road is, and Chen Xiang turned back to remind him more and more times, telling him to be careful of stones, telling him there is moss on the ground, and turning around to help him cross the ravine , Set foot on the high ground.Yang Jian didn't take the initiative to open his mouth along the way, silently feeling every ounce of kindness and care that his nephew gave him, as if he was worried that if he overstepped the rules, said something wrong and did something wrong, the relationship between the uncle and nephew would be even now. This fragile relationship can't last.

Chen Xiang left a "sorry" for him.But in fact, the one who should really apologize is Yang Jian himself.

"Look, Uncle," Chen Xiang suddenly pointed to the bushes not far away, "There is a hare!"

Yang Jian looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a small white thing hiding behind the bushes, shrinking its head and looking this way.

They reached a relatively flat col with dense foliage and towering trees.Chen Xiang put down the tools he was carrying, straightened out the hemp rope and spread it on the ground, and chatted with Yang Jian without saying a word: "Just after the rain, the animals on the mountain are the most at this time. Uncle, did you raise rabbits when you were young?"

Yang Jian said: "No."

"Where are cats and dogs?"

The answer is still no.

"It's so boring." Chen Xiang shrugged, "Although my father is very strict with me, if I want to raise any small animals, he will agree. He also said that people who like to raise animals have kind hearts, which is very good."

Thinking of the tense first meeting with Liu Yanchang, Yang Jian sighed silently: "What else did he teach you?"

"Teach me to read, write, and be a man. He has taught me everything he can." Chen Xiang took the hatchet out of the scabbard forcefully, dipped it in water on the whetstone and began to sharpen it. The teachers here are all good writers, but unfortunately I don’t like to study, so I failed his expectations.”

"He taught you how to be a man? How?"

Chen Xiang hadn't realized that his uncle's focus was always on his father, so he answered casually: "For example, you can't be moved by the poor and the mighty can't be subdued. It's another matter to do it. Especially when I was young, I always made mistakes, no matter how much reason I have, I can't stand it. Uncle?"

Yang Jian was called back to God by him.

"Uncle, if you are tired, find a place to sit, and I will start working."

Yang Jian responded, but didn't sit down, watching Chen Xiang chopping firewood, his mind was always ups and downs in memories.

Looking back now, he did have something wrong in the past.Children are difficult to teach, especially rebellious teenagers aged fifteen or sixteen.But back then, Yang Jian would blame Liu Yanchang for any unsatisfactory character he saw in Chen Xiang.Maybe it's because Yang Chan misses the mortal world that he is restless, or because he devotes all his attention to the heavens and has no time to think. Yang Jian almost never thought that Liu Yanchang might also have his own difficulties. As a mortal, he has more reasons to be unable to do what he wants than a god.

The sound of chopping branches rose and fell as the knife rose and fell.Yang Jian watched his nephew busy, thinking about his own concerns, so he didn't bother.Inadvertently lowering his eyes, he saw a gray squirrel squatting not far away with a mushroom in his arms, quietly staring at Yang Jian with a pair of bright eyes.

At this time the sound of cutting stopped suddenly, Chen Xiang took a breath, turned around and saw this little thing, said with a smile: "Uncle, look at its tail."

The squirrel raised its tail and shook it vigorously twice, as if trying to please people.

"It's a pity that it's wild, and it's not easy to raise," Chen Xiang said, "It may die within a few days after taking it back."

Whether Yang Jian listened to these words or not, Chen Xiang didn't even think about it.Of course he didn't know that his uncle had been raising animals well and was well known in the three worlds, and he had a special interest in long-haired cuties.Just now Chen Xiang didn't tell him to let him look at the tail, but when he said it, the nature changed.Anyway, when Chen Xiang finished cutting the first round of firewood and looked back, the squirrel had disappeared.

run away.He piled the cut branches into a pile, took the rest time to continue the topic just now, and talked to Yang Jian about the animals he had raised in the past, and one of them either died or ran away. Now thinking about it, he still sighs.Yang Jian was very interested and couldn't help asking: "Why don't you raise them now?"

"Now?" Chen Xiang was also very helpless, "Now that I've grown up, I won't raise it anymore... But it's also possible, it's because of other reasons."

Yang Jian looked at him suspiciously.

"My father said that I had an illness two years ago, and I forgot a lot of things. Since then, I can't cheer up what I do, and I feel very boring. My father said that it may be because the illness has not fully recovered, but I don't think it is this. reason."

Yang Jian lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Then what do you think is the reason?"

Chen Xiang thought about it and said: "Maybe it's because I forgot something very important. I always feel that there is a big space in my heart, and the wind will come in. Especially if I can't sleep at night, I feel very uncomfortable..." After he finished speaking, he felt funny again , then really laughed, "I actually told you this... I never told my father. By the way, don't tell my father that he doesn't sleep well. I'm afraid that after he finds out, Don't even think about sleeping at night."

Yang Jian never thought that he could hear such heartfelt words from Chen Xiang's mouth; more likely, if he remembered the past, he would never open his heart to Yang Jian.Now Yang Jian can hear every word of sincerity, which is cheaply picked up, and there are sorrows, joys and sweetness in it, which can only be tasted by himself.

He was so emotional that he blurted out almost impulsively: "Chen Xiang, you can tell me everything."

Chen Xiang didn't turn her head back, and said with a smile: "Well, anyway, you are not a few years older than me. And I also feel strange, why did I get sick, I don't even have a close friend here, and I have nothing to say. I don’t know who to tell. But uncle, since I’ve told you so much, you should at least tell me something about yourself.”

The nephew's remarks were half-joking and not very serious, but Yang Jian lowered his eyes seriously, and began to think about what he should say.

I was speechless for a moment.After a while, Chen Xiang sheathed the machete, tied up the firewood and carried it on his back, turned around and called, "Uncle, let's go."

He seemed to have forgotten what joke he had just made.Yang Jian followed suit, and when he got out of the mountain depression, he suddenly said, "I used to be self-willed and did some things wrong."

Chen Xiang turned around and handed him his hand, motioning for him to take a big step with his arm, and asked curiously: "How do you say?"

Yang Jian followed his example and moved on: "I took advantage of a person. I deceived him and got him involved in some dirty things. So he hates me, and I don't know what to do..."

"You want to ask him to forgive you?" Chen Xiang asked, "Who is he to you?"

Yang Jian's eyes flashed: "Dear ones."

"How dear?"

"Just like... me and you."

Chen Xiang laughed as soon as she heard it, turned around and took a few steps backwards, the smiling face clearly appeared in front of Yang Jian's eyes: "Uncle, although I like you very much and want to be friends with you, but my father said that we are distant relatives. That's the kind of …relatives who are out of reach.”

Eight poles can't hit.Seeing Uncle Yuanfang's expression, Chen Xiang could easily guess that what he said just now was probably a typical example of the so-called hurtful words, too many words will be lost.

Chen Xiang choked up all of a sudden.Although he really wanted to say something to comfort his uncle, but just now his words were very clever, but now he seemed to be sealed, not to mention opening his mouth, even his mind was blank.

Until the uncle calmed down in time, as if carelessly, and in turn comforted his nephew: "It's my fault."

After the seal was released, Chen Xiang's head turned around, and tremblingly, he came up with an apologetic "I'm sorry".

Little did he know that the last thing Yang Jian wanted to hear were these three words.But now Yang Jian has used the good skills of facing the doubts of the officials and the difficulties of the second sage when he was in the Lingxiao Palace, and he has controlled his mood well, and even smiled at his nephew: "It's uncle's fault, and it's my fault." You have nothing to do. Go back."

Chen Xiang, who felt that he had done something wrong, was in a daze. Although he was forgiven, his heart was still blocked.He obediently led Yang Jian to continue walking back, sighing as he walked, and had no intention of continuing the topic just now; when he sighed quietly for the third time, the kind God helped him out.

It's raining again.

"Let's go," he raised his head, holding an oil-paper umbrella above his head, "slow down a bit, the road is slippery."

Undoubtedly, it was his uncle who held the umbrella for him.Chen Xiang thanked his uncle, slowed down his pace, and asked cheekily: "Then uncle, have you met him?"

Yang Jian nodded: "Yes."

"He said he hated you?"

Yang Jian shook his head again, looking pensive.

"Since he didn't say it, it doesn't necessarily mean that he hates it," Chen Xiang said, "It's just for others, if I hate someone..."

This word is like throwing a stone into water, causing ripples.Although Yang Jian didn't interrupt his nephew's words, he quietly choked his breath, as if he was afraid that the wind and rain from the tip of his nose would wash away Chen Xiang's words.

"——I will tell him, so that he will definitely feel more uncomfortable. If he is uncomfortable, I will be happy."

"What if you don't tell him?" Yang Jian asked tentatively, "Is it because you don't hate?"

Chen Xiang said: "Either I don't hate it, or I don't hate it enough. However, it may also be because I hate it to the core and don't want to have anything to do with him... Uh, I didn't mean that..."

It's a pity that the last sentence was remedied too late.His frail and sickly uncle suddenly turned pale, leaned over slightly, and coughed in a low voice.

He must have been coughing very painfully and weakly, Chen Xiang hastily took the umbrella from his hand to protect him from the rain, and while stroking his back, explained that she didn't mean it just now, but just said it casually; How can a farm boy love and hate, so what he said can't be taken seriously, let alone hurt his body and mind because of it.With these two words of comfort, his uncle suppressed the cough miraculously, raised his slightly red eyes from the cough, looked at Chen Xiang and smiled: "Uncle is fine."

Chen Xiang looked at his bragging appearance, and suddenly felt sore, and a strange thought flooded into his mind: He was not like this before, he used to...

Before, when?How did he know before?The momentary sadness was quickly replaced by the oncoming confusion. Chen Xiang's mind was in a mess, but he still instinctively helped Yang Jian, and then said without end: "Uncle, you are right, it is me wrong."

After he said that, he walked forward along the way home.At first, Yang Jian thought he remembered the past, and hesitated for a moment between asking and not asking, but finally asked when he was approaching the door.Chen Xiang didn't seem to remember anything, and asked doubtfully, "Did I just say something?"

Yang Jian's expression froze, and he was at a loss for words.Fortunately, the next moment, they heard Liu Yanchang's shout.

Wearing a dull linen jacket, the scholar waved vigorously to his son and brother-in-law, and shouted: "Go home for dinner!" Then he dragged his uncomfortable leg and slowly moved back into the yard.

Chen Xiang was used to this, and agreed to speed up the pace.

But what can be seen faintly in the hazy rain curtain may still be the young scholar in the white robe and scarf back then.

This is the case every year during the rainy season, and so is a little bit of rain.

But Liu Yanchang is old.