[Shen Jian] Plum rain

Because the only one who will accompany Yang Chan in the end is Yang Jian, so Liu Yanchang does not hesitate to let go of his old grudges and forget the horrors of the underworld, and even shows the sour courage he had when he pursued Yang Chan, and earnestly persuades Yang Jian to cherish himself.Then he wanted him to know that even if Yang Chan forbade Chen Xiang from entering the temple, it was not "a moment of confusion", but she just wanted to do her best to help Yang Jian share the burden.

Yang Jian is exactly 50 years old this year.It is said that shortly before he left Mount Hua without permission, on June [-]th, Yang Chan celebrated his long-lost birthday for him.Although he has lived to this age, he really doesn't need to celebrate any more birthdays, so this year's birthday, which was specially made up for the whole day, has an added flavor of celebrating his remaining life after the catastrophe. "The rest of my life after the catastrophe", when Yang Chan mentioned these four words later, she almost cried in front of Liu Yanchang several times.

The love between the Three Holy Mothers of Huashan and Liu Yanchang, which transcends immortality, is praised by more than three realms. Later, Liu Yanchang heard from the Meishan brothers that even Yang Jian personally made a decision, thinking that there was nothing wrong with Yang Chan's pursuit of "love".Later, the new Tiantiao was born and the shackles were lifted, but Sanshengmu knew that she was wrong—although she never announced it, but as far as Liu Yanchang saw, it was true.Thinking about 20 years of love with less gathering and more separation, it is naturally difficult to compare with the 3000 years of intimate family relationship. Liu Yanchang threw away his helmet and armor, surrendered and recognized the vigorous and resolute momentum. He only asked Yang Chan to keep his mouth shut, and he didn't mention it.

In just a few decades of life, Liu Yanchang has very little left.The life of a mortal is nothing more than oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, eating, drinking, lassaring, wind, frost, rain and snow, parting between life and death. A rain breaks a point of frivolity, and a gust of wind blows away a ray of youth, so people age quietly with time.But gods are different. Thousands of years after his death, the three words "Liu Yanchang" have long been fragmented, but the two brothers and sisters Yang Jian and Yang Chan will still be able to see the vicissitudes of life and talk and laugh happily.

Su Yu knocked on the window and couldn't sleep all night.When the first ray of sky groggyly and sluggishly penetrated through the window, Liu Yanchang turned over and sat up, trying his best to get rid of the two brothers and sisters of the Yang family who were full of dreams last night, and then a familiar feeling of exhaustion floated in his heart. . Over the past 20 years, this sense of powerlessness has always been with him. He is used to it but cannot completely ignore it. He can only comfort himself by deluding himself—maybe doing this in this life is the best he can do for his beloved as a mortal.The pursuit of breaking through the shackles, the marriage of sacrificing one's life, the endless waiting, the calamity of life and death... Even now, with a mortal body, I have said those seemingly innocuous but actually persuasive words to Erlang God. Give Yang Chan all that a mortal can give her.

If it is simply living, it is really meaningless; but if there is something to sustenance, then every rising sun is of great significance.

Talk about decadent but also cheer up, talk about excitement and also depressed, people are like chess pieces, ups and downs, advance and retreat, life and death honors and disgraces, no matter how sentimental or ruthless.

However, Chen Xiang, Liu Yanchang's precious son, always appeared at the right time, slapping his face with precision, fast, firm, and unambiguous.Just after Liu Yanchang realized the above truth at the cost of a night's sleep, he got up and prepared to wash up. As soon as he went out of the room, he found that Chen Xiang had already woken up; medicine.

The reason why he took the medicine was of course because he was injured; and the accident that caused him to be injured was the main reason why Liu Yanchang couldn't sleep at night.

Yesterday evening, it happened that Hutou's house was not far from his home, so Liu Yanchang led the way and asked Chen Xiang to carry Hutou back.Unexpectedly, as soon as he put down the tiger head, his parents took the tiger head away in a hurry like gods avoiding the plague, and closed the door with a bang.Chen Xiang lost his memory for some unknown reason, and while he was wondering, a wild child appeared out of nowhere and threw stones at Chen Xiang.Although it ended with the child's face covered in mud, the gravel hitting his face was not painless. Chen Xiang's skin was a little red and swollen on the way home, which was really unsightly.

Of course Liu Yanchang knew that his son had the audacity to get involved with the gods back then, but he returned with all his memory lost. A villager died suddenly overnight, and the mountain cemetery was uprooted in three days. The famous name of the so-called "little hero who saved his mother" was dusted again and again, and finally lost its glory, and even became a taboo of the villagers.Adults are like this, children don't even know the seriousness, Chen Xiang suffered such a crime.

However, even though Liu Yanchang felt uncomfortable, Chen Xiang didn't realize it. He didn't know whether he really didn't care, or he was trying to appease his father.Seeing Liu Yanchang in the mirror, Chen Xiang also asked very seriously: "Father, help me see, is it better than yesterday?"

Liu Yanchang sighed, really not in the mood to watch: "It will be better in a few days." And usually the swelling is the worst on the second day.

Chen Xiang could hear the impatience in his words, and also knew that he felt sorry for herself, so she didn't ask any more questions, and continued to look at the mirror and smear.When Liu Yanchang came back after washing, he found Chen Xiang still sitting where he was, he couldn't help but bewildered, "Chen Xiang, how can a man get up early and face the mirror, how is this behavior different from those daughters who are waiting in the boudoir?"

Chen Xiang heard the words, and finally put down the mirror reluctantly: "Father, I know I was wrong."

The sentence "I know I was wrong" instantly extinguished Liu Yanchang's flammable and explosive heart fire because he hadn't slept all night.But within two hours, Chen Xiang once again proved with actions that his "knowledge was wrong" was just talk.To be precise, after Yang Jian walked out of the room, Chen Xiang took selfies in the mirror more and more frequently, and when he saw the emotional part, he even sighed, wishing he could change his face.

Liu Yanchang hated that iron cannot be made into steel, and taking advantage of Yang Jian's inattention, he pulled Chen Xiang to the corridor and asked in a low voice, "What the hell are you playing?"

At first, Chen Xiang was puzzled, but after thinking about it for a while, she came to her senses and asked, "Father, don't you think I'm ugly like this?"

Everyone has a love of beauty, which is normal, but the depth of agarwood poisoning has never been seen before.Of course, as his father, Liu Yanchang has also gone through this stage - when he pursued Yang Chan, he only hated that he didn't have Pan An's face, so he could only wear the most valuable piece of clothing in the family, and then exhausted his life's talents to pursue Get her attention.Now Chen Xiang has undoubtedly reached the age of courtship, Liu Yanchang felt that he should not interfere, so he tried to keep his tone as calm as possible, and asked: "Which girl do you like, tell Dad, Dad will give you a staff officer?"

Ginger is still old and spicy, to the point.But at this time, Chen Xiang was still kept in the dark by herself, and immediately froze, with the words "unbelievable" written all over her face.

"Agarwood? Agarwood!"

"—Ah?" Chen Xiang suddenly responded, "Father, what's the matter?"

"Father is asking you something." Thinking of Yang Jian's warning a few days ago, and not wanting Yang Jian to interfere with their father and son's family affairs, Liu Yanchang tried his best to suppress his temper, "Have you taken a fancy to Amei?"

Amei used to be his classmate in a private school.Chen Xiang shook her head again and again, and blurted out: "She is not as good-looking as my uncle." After saying that, she felt that something was wrong, and immediately corrected, "It is even worse than my mother."

Such a silly son, Liu Yanchang got angry again: "Don't talk nonsense, it doesn't matter if you talk about your father, don't make fun of your uncle."

Fortunately, at this point, Chen Xiang finally stopped paying attention to his own face, regained his usual alertness in time, and comforted his father: "Father, don't think about it, I really don't like anyone. I'm just afraid that my uncle will see He will be uncomfortable with my face like this."

It's okay if you don't say it, but Liu Yanchang was even more puzzled when he said it, "What's wrong with your uncle?"

"It wasn't yesterday. I was hit by a few stones. Although he didn't say a word, I could see that he was very uncomfortable." Chen Xiang said while comforting Liu Yanchang, "Father, I know you are not happy, But he's not like you."

"Why is it different?" Liu Yanchang said patiently, "Isn't it true that Dad's heart hurts?"

"Father, that's not what I meant, listen to me," Chen Xiang said, "He was very angry, and he's still sulking now."

Liu Yanchang was at a loss for words for a moment.He has a gentle temperament. In the past few years, he has been stabbed in the back often outside, and he has long been used to it.Although he was also very angry yesterday evening, this anger was quickly extinguished by the endless rain on the narrow path home.Today, even the dying green smoke is gone with the wind.

And Yang Jian, the god of justice, is famous in the Three Realms for his fiery temper, and it has already reached the point where people are frightened by the news.If it wasn't a child who hurt Chen Xiang yesterday, he might have already lined up outside the Hall of the King of Hell.

"Father, do you feel the same way?"

Liu Yanchang could only nod his head: "You will pay attention to your uncle."

"So I have to hurry up, otherwise I'm afraid that he will be mad at me, not to mention that if I try to persuade him with such a face, he will only get more and more angry," Chen Xiang asked, "Father, what else can I do to reduce the swelling?" Is there any way?"

"No," Liu Yanchang poked him on the forehead, "to help dad paste the lantern today, just don't look up."

Liu Yanchang said this, of course, not to squeeze the labor force.The third day of junior high school is Yuanwai's birthday, that is, three days later, so the lantern must be delivered to Yuanwai's residence tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.Although [-] lanterns have been prepared, but in this rainy weather, more losses must be considered compared to previous years.There is no shortage of money outside the staff. Last time Liu Yanchang talked about it in person, it was agreed that only [-] lanterns would be enough, and he could give more money for the lost parts.With such a good customer, Liu Yanchang certainly couldn't let his achievements fall short, so he had to make some spare lanterns today.

So throughout the day, the father and son were still accompanied by the lantern.Usually, Yang Jian always stayed with them outside—of course, his main purpose was to see Chen Xiang—but today he was in a slump, drank a couple of mouthfuls of soup during lunch, and went back to his room on his own.But it didn't matter that he left, but the disturbance made the father and son of the Liu family restless.

Liu Yanchang's idea was very simple, he just guessed whether Yang Jian was feeling uncomfortable in his heart or body, or was it really like what Chen Xiang said, he was going to be mad at himself?In the novel, it was written that Zhou Yu was pissed to death. He must have been so angry that he vomited blood.If he really vomited blood, how would he explain to San Shengmu in a few days?

And Chen Xiang's thought is much more complicated, but the origin is nothing other than his father's questioning in the morning.

——Unbelievable, it turns out that my behavior would be interpreted by my father as courtship?Or is that what courtship really is like?

——Unbelievable, could it be that the sense of urgency that has lingered in my heart since yesterday's disfigurement is not just worrying about my uncle getting angry?

——It’s unbelievable, don’t you always feel that you can’t hold your head up in front of your uncle today, but actually you don’t want him to see your face, for fear of ruining your own image?

Incredible...

Throughout the whole day, Chen Xiang worked conscientiously to paste the lanterns, his head wandered with reason, peeking into the house while walking.Finally, even Liu Yanchang couldn't stand it anymore: "Chen Xiang, don't worry!"

Although Chen Xiang was distracted, but the task at hand was not lost at all, so Liu Yanchang himself felt that what he said was unnecessary.Fortunately, his son didn't care, and asked about his mother: "Father, where is my mother from?"

Liu Yanchang struggled for a while: "People from Shu."

"Oh. Are all her relatives in Shu?"

"...I don't know about this, your mother never mentioned it."

"It's the kind of relative who has a good relationship, the kind that you can hug before leaving."

"What?" I always feel that it means something.

"My mother's surname is Yang, are all her relatives also surnamed Yang?"

"..." Liu Yanchang couldn't bear it anymore, "Can you just say it straight?"

Chen Xiang cleared her throat in embarrassment: "Where is my uncle from, what's his name, how old is he this year, what kind of illness he has, how far is he from our relatives, why can't he know anything, and what is he going to do in the future?"

Liu Yanchang: "..." He couldn't answer those words.

However, since the question was asked by his precious son, it was still a mild question, Liu Yanchang finally answered half-truths and half-falsely. Calligraphy and painting make a living, but also contracted blood mold and contracted a strange disease, and had to seek refuge with distant relatives.

Chen Xiang was very interested, and took these words into her heart as if they were true, and even thought about them before going to bed.As a result, at night, I had a strange dream.In the dream, his distant uncle who got angry at the slightest disagreement took a strangely shaped weapon and stabbed him through. Sitting in the dark hall, the weapon stood by his hand, glistening with silver light.Chen Xiang took two steps closer to look carefully, but saw that there seemed to be tears in the corner of his eyes.

Sudden body heat up, Chen Xiang woke up suddenly.He touched the blanket with trembling hands, his whole face flushed red.

Hate this rainy day.