[Shen Jian] Plum rain

Yang Chan stayed overnight and had to leave the next morning.

Of course, she failed to convince Yang Jian to go back with her.Yang Jian is always stubborn on what he thinks is right. She always knew that in the end, she could only continue to tell Liu Yanchang to continue to take care of Yang Jian. During his recuperation period, he should not be regarded as a judicial god. He should be scolded as much as he should. rest.

After listening to them one by one, Liu Yanchang replied, "I see, don't worry, San Shengmu."

Yang Chan held Liu Yanchang's hand reluctantly, and said: "You should also take care, Chen Xiang has grown up, and let him help you share some things. If there is anything that can't be solved, my second brother can also help. Although he My temper is a little bit bad, but my heart is good."

Although Yang Jian is an actor most of the time, subconsciously, Liu Yanchang still agrees with the idea of ​​"good heart", otherwise he would not be played around by Yang Jian - the simple word "good heart" cannot affect his depth Unpredictable scheming, unfathomable actions, what is the intention behind his every behavior and every word, it is really difficult for a mortal like Liu Yanchang to distinguish.

Liu Yanchang nodded: "Okay."

Parting, the couple who had not been reunited for a long time hugged each other.Chen Xiang rested his chin not far away and watched with great interest, in a blink of an eye, he saw his uncle was also watching.Of course, he was different from Chen Xiang, his expression was calm from the beginning to the end, only the knuckles holding the fan bone were slightly bluish white.

Chen Xiang subconsciously felt that his uncle didn't like to write his thoughts on his face, but most of them were very easy to read.For example, now, although he looks calm, he should be sad in his heart.

As for where and why she was sad, Chen Xiang was of course unpredictable.At this time, Yang Chan ended her hug with her husband, and threw herself into Yang Jian's arms.

Yang Jian hugged her back and patted her on the back: "What's wrong?"

"I don't worry about you, second brother," Yang Chan whispered in his ear, "I'll pick you up in a few days."

Yang Jian knew he was wrong, and now he and his sister took a step back and agreed.

After explaining one by one, Yang Chan just left.But until Yang Chan's figure disappeared for a long time, Liu Yanchang was still looking at the direction she left, and remained motionless in a daze.

He was thinking, should the days of gathering less and leaving more continue?Their husband and wife separated for 20 years because of the old Tiantiao, and now that the new Tiantiao is born, they still cannot be a normal couple.Perhaps this is the price of combining with the gods, and he is willing to bear it. His longing is like smoke, lingering in reality and dreams, and it becomes more and more intense as he grows older.

"Father, don't look at it, I'm going back," Chen Xiang moved closer, "When Mother is done with her work for a while, she will be back."

Liu Yanchang finally came back to his senses: "How did you know your mother would come back?" While speaking, he passed the door of the house from the corner of the eye, just in time to see Yang Jian turned and entered the house, and his heart was like a mirror, "Your uncle asked you to tell? "

Chen Xiang said: "That's right. But Dad, I have a question."

What kind of strange question does this child have again: "What?"

"Why is my uncle younger than my mother, but my mother calls him the second elder brother?"

"That's because..." Liu Yanchang was at a loss for words for a moment, but he couldn't make up a lie, "Stinky boy, I've been thinking about messy things all day long. It's your father and I misremembered, okay?" Pretending to be angry, he waved his hands and left.Chen Xiang sticks out her tongue and follows, thinking that her uncle can do whatever he wants, one needs to pay attention to tactics in comforting others, see if his father has wiped away the parting feelings?

Although he was really curious about how old his uncle was.Ever since he learned that he has not married a wife, Chen Xiang's curiosity towards his uncle has become more and more intense.

The two elders were completely unaware of Chen Xiang's thoughts, and based on the basic principle of looking at each other and hating each other, Liu Yanchang stepped into the outer room, and Yang Jian went back into the room.In the afternoon, the wind and rain stopped, Chen Xiang proposed to go to the village entrance to help with Liu Po's house, and Liu Yanchang also hinted that he would take Yang Jian with him.But in fact this time Liu Yanchang didn't need to hint, Chen Xiang wanted to do it herself; when he came to Yang Jian and casually said it, Yang Jian followed obediently as expected, saying one more word would be superfluous.

This kind of Yang Jian is very good, but it's a pity that the real him is not so obedient at all.Watching his son and brother-in-law leave, Liu Yanchang heaved a sigh of relief, thinking of Yang Chan telling him to "swear as soon as possible", he couldn't help questioning his image of being too tall in Yang Chan's mind.But looking back, his eyes swept across the table, and he found that Chen Xiang, a careless child, and Er Langshen, an otherworldly god, had teamed up to leave the umbrella on the table when they went out on a rainy day.

Could this be the so-called combination of immortals and mortals, cheating oneself to death?Liu Yanchang looked at the sky. Although the sky was gloomy, it didn't mean it was raining yet.Wait for the rain to come down later, and then send them umbrellas.

And Chen Xiang, who didn't realize that he had forgotten something, took his uncle who didn't even know the way, and walked happily on the country road.Chen Xiang was very naughty when he was a child. Along the way, he knew exactly where fishponds, big rivers, villages, and farmlands ended at every fork in the road. He introduced it to Yang Jian while walking, and asked, "Uncle, how long have you lived in my house?"

Yang Jian himself was not sure when Yang Chan would come again, so he replied, "I will stay for a few more days. Do you think Uncle is bored?"

"How come, Uncle," Chen Xiang said, "You haven't told me which direction your home is and how to get there, otherwise, when you get home, where can I find you?"

This stumped Yang Jian.He had no choice but to say: "Let your mother bring you here from now on."

Maybe it was because the perfunctory meaning in these words was too strong, Chen Xiang felt a little depressed, said "Okay then", and stopped talking.

The uncle and nephew walked in silence for a while, and finally even Yang Jian felt that he was at fault first, so he started another topic: "Chen Xiang, uncle is not here when you celebrate your birthday, tell me what you want, uncle will give you Fill."

Chen Xiang tentatively interpreted these words as an active show of favor, and just put aside the trivial matter of sesame and mung beans for the time being, and at the same time further believed that his uncle just didn't regard him as an adult, and said: "Uncle, I have grown up, I am no longer It's my birthday."

The uncle seemed a little disappointed by the statement that his nephew had grown up, but he still asked: "Then do you have anything you want? Or, what do you want to do in the future?"

"I really don't want anything, uncle. From now on... I want to provide for my parents and you, but I haven't thought about anything else yet."

After all, it is very different from the 16-year-old boy who was overjoyed to receive a golden lock and bluntly said "the best birthday gift is to have an uncle".Yang Jian lowered his gaze slightly and sighed silently.

He was the one who ruined the former young Chen Xiang.

The Liu family was not far from the village entrance, and they had already arrived at their destination while talking.Granny Liu came out on crutches, met Yang Jian under Chen Xiang's introduction, and asked Chen Xiang, "Did you see your Grandpa Liu on the way here?"

Chen Xiang shook his head and said: "I haven't seen him, he probably will come back after the new year. Grandma, haven't you hoeed the land behind?"

Liu Po ​​said: "We hoeed, half hoeed. Why did he not come back until after the Chinese New Year?"

Chen Xiang took the hoe from the corner, put on the straw sandals and said, "He does this every year, so don't worry about it." Then he went down to the ground.Trembling, Po Liu also went into the dilapidated house, probably to pour water for the guests.

"Her husband has been dead for several years," Chen Xiang told Yang Jian in a low voice, "I haven't seen her anymore and people ask him when he will come back. Many people are annoyed by her asking, so they deliberately take a detour. Now there are no people here. .”

No wonder after copying in from the main road, we feel that weeds are everywhere, and there is hardly a formed road.And judging from their familiarity just now, Chen Xiang should be a frequent visitor here.Yang Jian asked, "Do you often come to help her with work?"

"I don't come here often, I come when I have time." Chen Xiang said, "I just think she is very pitiful, helpless, and her children don't care about her."

Yang Jian nodded, probably approving Chen Xiang's kindness: "Is there anything I can do?"

Chen Xiang looked at him, dressed in spotless white clothes, and a delicate and elegant ink fan... He shook his head repeatedly: "Don't hold me back, if you're bored, go for a walk."

Dragging his nephew down... Yang Jian really never thought that one day he would become an oil bottle, and from this for the first time, he came up with the idea of ​​"maybe he should learn to do some housework".

But that's all for later.In the end, he decided to let his nephew out of sight first, if he can't help, it's the second best thing, at least not to disturb him.

Like many ordinary villages in the mortal world, Liujia Village is not big, and the scenery is average. Even if you really visit the village, you may not be able to pick out a good scene.However, Liujia Village also has its special features. About two years ago, dozens of people died suddenly in one day in the village. The abbot of the village built a cemetery on a barren hill in the village and planted trees. The saplings planted are still young, and the branches and leaves have not yet bloomed, and it is easy to see the tombstones standing eeriely on the mountainside.

Naturally, what Yang Jian can see is not just the tombstone.Originally he was elsewhere, and Yang Jian had no time to care about how the work of the underworld was doing; but now he was free like never before, and after seeing a wandering spirit poking his head out from behind the tombstone, an unknown fire came up in his heart, so he decided to intervene Mind your own business.

Pity this incompetent hell, it couldn't keep the Liujia Village's life and death book back then, and now it confiscated all the wandering ghosts in Liujia Village.An hour later, Yang Jian twisted the captured lonely soul into a ball like twists and threw it into the underworld. After that, he refused to even see the king of Hades, so he rushed back to Liujia Village to see his nephew.

In any case, the judiciary god finally did his job, and he silently refuted his nephew's evaluation of him as "holding back" with his actions.

It just so happened that it was late and the sky was cloudy and rainy, Chen Xiang finally realized belatedly that he forgot to bring an umbrella, and when Yang Jian came back, he said goodbye to Po Liu and set foot on the way home.But Tiangong didn't take too much face, so he didn't go far. A rain, not too heavy, was dripping and dripping, and it came again.

Chen Xiang had no choice but to drag Yang Jian to hide in the simple rain shelter by the roadside.After being poured by the rain, the two of them were in a mess and didn't care about other things. They didn't find out until they got under the pavilion that there was actually a child sheltering from the rain.

The child looked only three or four years old, but he was here alone for some unknown reason.Seeing that his hands and face were covered with mud, Chen Xiang guessed that he either fell or played around.But no matter what, he must not be left here alone, so he asked where he lived and the names of his parents.The child was still immature, so he pointed in a direction, said that his name was Hutou, and stopped talking.

"Tiger head..." Chen Xiang said silently, raised his head and said, "Uncle, I see, it should not be too far from my house, when the rain stops, let's take him along."

Yang Jian didn't think much about it, so he agreed.Chen Xiang hugged the tiger's head, wiped his hands and face with a handkerchief dipped in rainwater, and teased him repeatedly.Hutou also likes Chen Xiang very much, he hugged his neck with a smile and rubbed it again and again, and vaguely called his brother.Chen Xiang was very happy when he heard this, and was about to share the joy with Yang Jian, when Liu Yanchang rushed over with an umbrella in the blink of an eye.

His feet are still intact, he can't walk fast, and he's still a little limping. Now he's holding an umbrella in one hand and holding another in his arms, not to mention how funny and embarrassing he was stumbling over in the rain.

Even the tiger head laughed.

"Chen Xiang, brother-in-law, I'm late." Liu Yanchang didn't blame them for their carelessness. He shook off the rainwater from the umbrella and handed the hot umbrella to Yang Jian. "I don't know when the rain will stop. Let's hurry." go back……"

The voice stopped abruptly.Because he found that there is actually an extra child here, and this child is a little ignorant of current affairs, and he is actually in Chen Xiang's arms.If the two of them go together, then...he has to share the umbrella with Yang Jian.

Liu Yanchang's hand to pass the umbrella froze.

Fortunately, Yang Jian quickly realized this problem.He also decided to make amends and made a suggestion: "Let me hug him."

Yang Jian likes animals, and of course he doesn't hate children.Liu Yanchang once again discovered Yang Jian's strengths.

But the problem is, just because Yang Jian doesn't hate children doesn't mean that children don't hate him.After just touching him, Hu Tou turned his face away and buried it in Chen Xiang's neck, without making a sound.

Father and son, uncle and nephew looked at each other, and the atmosphere was momentarily awkward.

Then Liu Yanchang said: "Let me try." He forcibly took the tiger head away.As a result, Hutou went from sobbing to howling in just an instant.

"Forget it, let me do it, Dad." Chen Xiang had no choice but to hug the tiger's head back again, "give me the umbrella."

Reluctantly or unwillingly, you have to do it.Liu Yanchang had no choice but to hand him the umbrella in his hand, and took it back from Yang Jian.

"Let's go."

"Walk."

The father and son sang together and walked out of the rain shelter one after another.Yang Jian had no other choice but to follow, walking side by side with Liu Yanchang. This scene seemed weird no matter how you looked at it.

But Chen Xiang didn't realize it.The tiger is still young, it doesn't feel heavy to hold it with one hand, Chen Xiang amuses it while walking, he instinctively feels that it's quite interesting to be a child once in a while, learning how to talk like a child, he doesn't know how entangled Liu Yanchang is right now.

The dense rain fell from the sky, weaving a cool and soft net in the [-] miles between the sky and the earth.Every time Liu Yanchang took a step, he felt uncomfortable, and always felt that he should say something to relieve the long-lasting embarrassment between himself and Yang Jian - after all, as he himself said to Chen Xiang, he had let go of the past.

But he didn't know what Yang Jian was thinking.Maybe, this brother-in-law who put him in a private prison and flogged him to death was not enough to relieve his anger, and then threw him into the [-]th hell to suffer layer upon layer on a whim, didn't feel that he was at fault at all, and secretly blamed him It's too easy to die.

Thinking of this, Liu Yanchang felt a chill down his spine.

In the end, he was still struggling with how to start the conversation, but Yang Jian actually spoke first.

He said, "How long will it be?"

For the first time ever, Erlang Shen took the initiative to talk to him Liu Yanchang!Liu Yanchang was shocked, and quickly searched for the standard answer in his mind.It's a pity that there is only a blank space waiting for him, and what comes out like instinct are those sour poems that he read when he was a scholar.

Liu Yanchang finally stumbled and opened his mouth: "Five, six, seven or eight days."

Okay, it's the same as saying nothing.Liu Yanchang slapped himself in the heart.

Yang Jian seemed to listen to it very seriously, and seemed quite satisfied.He probably thinks that he can spend at most eight days with Chen Xiang, which is pretty good.Because at the very least, before the rainy season passed, Yang Chan would not be able to come again in time.

However, a brief conversation could not alleviate the long-term embarrassment. After finishing the two sentences, Liu Yanchang felt that he was wrong even more—even Yang Jian took the initiative to speak. Couldn't he let go of his grievances and find a topic?Thinking about what the Holy Mother of God once mentioned to him, although Yang Jian was always fighting around with swords and guns as a judicial god, he was actually a civil servant, so he barely knew it.

So he spoke in an inexplicable way to Yang Jian's ears: "Brother-in-law, have you ever heard a poem?"

A poem.Liu Yanchang suddenly felt that he had turned back to the fledgling, young and ignorant scholar 20 years ago. The difference was that it was the beautiful and gentle San Shengmu Yang Chan who made him talk so gracefully, not the Erlang God Yang Jian who killed and became a god. .

However, Liu Yanchang couldn't take back the words that were spoken and the water that was spilled.What's more, Yang Jian gave him a questioning look.

Liu Yanchang could only finish speaking.

"...The young man listens to the rain, the song is upstairs, and the red candles are dimmed." The first sentence is a bit stumbled, but it's okay. Poetry pays attention to the right time, place and people. Now the weather - rain, the right place - outdoors, people and harmony — Not very peaceful, but manageable.

"A middle-aged man listens to the rain in a boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken goose is called the west wind." The second sentence begins to go smoothly, which is not bad, but the key is that this poem has a good artistic conception.

"Now listening to the rain under the monk's hut, there are already stars on the temples." Well, it feels like it's coming, and it's coming to an end.

The ending was cut off by Yang Jian.

"What do you want to say?"

Liu Yanchang: "..."

Yang Jian didn't give him any face: "Did the third sister ask you to persuade me?" There was a strong sense of "I wouldn't listen if it wasn't what the third sister said".

It's too real, Liu Yanchang thought, before he thought that Yang Jian had finally softened his heart towards him, that was all an illusion.However, Yang Jian's words reminded him, and he hurriedly said, "The Third Holy Mother is very worried about you, brother-in-law."

Yang Jian glanced at his face, probably examining how much of what he said was made up.In order to prove his innocence, Liu Yanchang quickly corrected his expression, straightened his back, and walked without being so limping.

"...Brother-in-law, believe me, although she didn't say it clearly, I can see that she really blames you for not loving yourself." Liu Yanchang didn't give up, and even used the poem just now to prove it, "Just like what I just said As you said, the life of a mortal is very short for you. A person, every time he is hit by wind and rain, he will grow old and fragile. In a few years, I will die, and Chen Xiang will also die—"

Speaking of Chen Xiang's death in the future, Liu Yanchang obviously felt that something was wrong with Yang Jian's expression, as if he was trying to deny it but had to admit it, even deceiving himself and others couldn't do it so bitterly.He didn't dare to elaborate, and quickly diverted the topic elsewhere.

"In the end, you are the only one who will accompany the Three Holy Mothers."

Therefore, Yang Chan begged him to love himself not only for him, but also for herself; if he really wanted to be a good brother and take care of the Yang family, then of course he should cherish himself first.Don't be a judicial god anymore, the four seasons reincarnate, the universe revolves, everything has its own rules, and each has its own blessings.Why not sit in Guankou and watch the changes?

Of course, these words no longer need to be clarified.With Yang Jian's cleverness, Liu Yanchang believed that he would be able to think of it.

And their home is getting closer and closer in the misty mist.

It's time to close the umbrella.