Young and middle-aged people are full of energy, once or twice once in a while, it's not that important.The next morning, Chen Xiang still woke up listening to the sound of rain, opened the window slightly, lifted the bed sheet, and hung it on the bed frame.

But maybe it was really the strange dream and subconscious behavior of last night, all seemed too rebellious, Chen Xiang paused when he went out, and a moderate sneeze came out of his nose.And when he rubbed his nose and raised his head, he had an awkward face-to-face with Yang Jian.

Naturally, Chen Xiang was the only one who was embarrassed, Yang Jian didn't know anything about what happened yesterday during the day or last night.Seeing his nephew now, he smiled with some relief, and called: "Chen Xiang."

Chen Xiang already knew that his uncle's surname was Yang Mingjian, and he recited this name as a heart scripture for countless times last night, even in the dream he only spoke once, calling him "Yang Jian" instead of "Uncle".But the reality is different from Chunmeng after all, Chen Xiang finally couldn't make those two words blurt out, and called "Uncle".

"Uncle," Chen Xiang bit her lower lip lightly, deliberately changed the subject, "Is my father up yet?"

Yang Jian didn't know about Liu Yanchang.Hearing this question, he subconsciously looked into the outer room, and saw that the door of the house was half closed, and at what time was it raining on the door, it seemed that Liu Yanchang had probably gotten up.

Thinking of the heavy delivery task today, Chen Xiang hurriedly greeted Yang Jian, washed up quickly, took a white flour steamed bun from the pot, handed half of it to Yang Jian, and told him: "We won't be back early at noon, today I can only make do with this tomorrow. Also, Dad and I are going out to deliver lanterns, so you must not go out, you know?"

Yang Jian took the half steamed bun and asked, "Can't I go?"

When he asked, there seemed to be some inexplicable guilt in his eyes, as if he was afraid of being exposed for lying; but he also seemed to have an extremely strong desire to follow, as long as he was left behind by his nephew for an hour, his own life would be shortened.

——It’s all like this, it’s really hard to refuse him.But Chen Xiang had no other choice: "I really can't take you there. It's windy and rainy outside, the road is difficult to walk, my father has a leg injury, and we have to take care of a carload of lanterns, so I can't think about it." You. Uncle, you can wait at home for us to come back."

Probably because of his poor performance in the past few days, Guanjiangkou Erlang Zhenjun and the judicial gods of the three realms, in the eyes of Chen Xiang, who has just grown up, have completely become a burden that needs to be taken care of everywhere.However, Yang Jian could only accept it, and was reluctant to refute half a sentence.

At this time, the door creaked, Liu Yanchang stepped into the threshold, and told Chen Xiang: "The tarpaulin is ready, you have breakfast first, then put on your coir raincoat, and we will set off."

Forget it, since the son regards Yang Jian as a burden, he might as well ask the father what he thinks.So when Chen Xiang caught cold, he opened a few mouthfuls and finished half a steamed bun, put on his coir raincoat and walked out of the house, and saw his uncle and father getting together in a rare way.

"No," Liu Yanchang also shook his head, "Brother-in-law, we do this every year, so you don't have to worry about Chen Xiang. Don't spoil your children too much, you taught me this before."

Yang Jian didn't think of this matter for a while, and said unexpectedly: "I said that?"

Liu Yanchang's face became obviously depressed, and his voice was like a mosquito: "I said it when I was in the Zhenjun Temple."

In other words, it was Yang Jian who whipped him while telling him a bunch of truths.As a result, I never expected that the person who said it forgot, and the person who listened was beaten to death, but remembered every word.

But this can't be blamed on Yang Jian.At that time, he was so angry that he probably didn't even remember that he said he didn't speak, let alone other things.At this moment, Liu Yanchang recalled bitterness and sweetness, and felt that this was probably the case. Without a word, he found a high-sounding excuse for Yang Jian: "My brother-in-law is a judicial god, and he is recovering from a serious injury. I don't remember such a small thing. It's normal."

Before I knew it, my little life became worthless day by day.After Liu Yanchang finished speaking, the more he thought about it, the more sad he felt.

But Yang Jian couldn't listen anymore.Although he is not a sage, he still knows right from wrong. He was obviously at fault for lashing Liu Yanchang to death, not to mention that Liu Yanchang didn't tell Yang Chan a word about it. He made it clear that he would rather smash his teeth and Xue Tun also didn't want to destroy the relationship between their siblings.

If so, please apologize.What's more, this page is like a page stuck in the throat, and it will be uncovered one day.

"Don't blame me." There was a faint sigh in Yang Jian's words, "At that time, there were many things that you and I couldn't help ourselves."

Involuntary.After chewing these four words carefully, I actually felt somewhat apologetic.

"Of course I don't blame you, I..."

Liu Yanchang blurted out.In this life, I have been a useless person, he suddenly thought.The scholar fell in the first place, dare to feel that all his ingenuity and wisdom are used to make excuses for Yang Jian; all the clever eloquence will suddenly disappear in front of Yang Jian, and he has not even discerned how much truth and acting skills are in Yang Jian's words Clearly, the sentence "I won't blame you" has already been offered to Yang Jian and begged him to accept it.

This is not accepting an apology, it is simply that he is rushing to "forgive" others.And if you think about it carefully, Yang Jian's apology is actually moderately salty and mild, with a balance of hot and cold, which is very similar to what he would say; if it is more extreme, it really looks like a line.

Since then, Liu Yanchang has accepted Yang Jian's "involuntary self" steadily and with peace of mind, and for the first time in his life has revealed to Yang Jian the arrogance in his bones that is too cheap in the eyes of gods.

"Mortal matters, common people's affairs," Liu Yanchang said, "I really didn't refuse you to help us because I have a prejudice against you, brother-in-law...Let us do it ourselves."

That's it, there's nothing else to do.Yang Jian watched the father and son of the Liu family push the cart away in the rain, but he was still not at ease after all, so he made a formula in his sleeve and stuck it on Chen Xiang's back.When they were far away, Yang Jian walked around the house twice, really having nothing to do, so he took an umbrella and went into the yard, and began to see how many vegetables the Liu family had grown, enough for his nephew to eat.

The purple ones are eggplants; the green ones are loofahs; the green thorny ones are cucumbers; the ones with hairy pods are edamame; the very tall clump by the fence is probably corn... There are also a large piece of green things on the ground, collectively called green vegetables.After the audit is completed, it is barely qualified.

It's a pity that the vegetable garden is too small, and after a few steps, there is no fun to play.Yang Jian went back to the corridor to put away the umbrella, and walked into Chen Xiang's room on a whim.The first thing that came into view was a blanket hanging on the bed frame. Yang Jian pushed the blanket away and saw that the window was open, and the cold wind poured in, so he kindly helped to close it.Then I looked at the furnishings in the room. Apart from the bed and the cabinet, there was an old lamp and a low stool, and there were almost no extra items.But there seemed to be something under the pillow, Yang Jian walked closer and saw that it was the golden lock he had given Chen Xiang back then.

This object was carved by Yang Jian himself and given to Chen Xiang as a meeting gift.But later, when the two sides confronted each other, Chen Xiang threw Jin Suo in front of Yang Jian in a rage.During the dispute, Yang Jian had no time to take care of this thing, so he went back to look for it himself afterwards, but he couldn't find it.I thought it was picked up by a passer-by, but I didn't expect Chen Xiang to still bring it with me after she was angry at that time, until today.

It turned out that the child was angry, and he still cared about the little uncle-nephew relationship between them.So if that was the case then, will it still be the case now?

Is it possible that Chen Xiang doesn't hate him?

A few thoughts, a few guesses, flickered past Yang Jian's heart, and finally disappeared in the sound of rain with a soft sigh.

Perhaps, he should go.

3000 years, his 3000 years cannot withstand scrutiny.When he was a teenager, he was a standard playboy, playing all day long and getting a bad reputation, which caused the Yang family to be wiped out. He questioned himself more than once, if he didn't come home in time, delaying his parents' trip from Guanjiangkou , can father and elder brother escape unharmed?

After that, he entrusted Yang Chan to the Nuwa Empress, and learned the art from a teacher alone, cutting the mountain to save his mother.Master Yuding Zhenren has a withdrawn and weird personality, and he dislikes following the rules in his life, but he has a special liking for those who are deviant and honest.But Yang Jian's temperament at that time had already been sharpened by the calamity, and the real Yuding was disgusted when he saw it.Throughout the nine heavens and ten lands, no one except Master Yuding dared to accept him as a disciple. Yang Jian had no choice but to forcibly regain his youthful arrogance, which made Master Yuding like him.Under the hands of Master Yuding, Yang Jian grew up year by year, and finally became what he is now.

He has acquired boundless mana, but he cannot learn the great love of the Three Realms.Later, Yang Jian mentioned it to Yang Chan once, saying that her mother Yao Ji was not so much killed by Zhang Bairen, as she died under his ignorance and ruthlessness.Unexpectedly, the peaceful Yang Chan immediately became angry, reprimanded Yang Jian, and then cried: "Please don't take all the blame on yourself, I'd rather you say it's all because of my inability to do what I want!"

Inadvertently said a sincere word, but it hurt my sister's heart. Yang Jian never dared to say it again, and could only do his best to care for all beings.It wasn't until Yang Chan privately married Liu Yanchang not long ago that the Yang family's brothers and sisters who had gradually become estranged in the torrent of time finally regained the feeling of being a brother and sister.But after Yang Chan was released, Yang Jian had to stay in Huashan for recuperation because of his injury, but now as Yang Jian saw, everything was not as smooth as he thought.If Yang Jian had retreated completely, he would have found a way to get Yang Chan back to Liu Yanchang, and brought Liu Yanchang and Chen Xiang back to Huashan to live in a graceful manner, and even the villagers in Liujia Village would not have to die overnight, the king of hell would have seen his face , choose the more gentle way.

But on the day Xin Tiantiao was born, Yang Jian collapsed.The real Yuding once taught that the most important thing in the three worlds is one's own life. People can be reincarnated after death, and they can try to make up for mistakes. Only gods can't lose their lives. Only by keeping it can there be a glimmer of hope for a comeback.

The Three Realms need a judicial god who enforces the law impartially, and the Yang family needs an intact Yang Jian.Yang Jian can be the god of justice, Sun Wukong can be the god of justice, and Li Jing can also be the god of justice.But Yang Jian can only be Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's 3000 years are absurd 3000 years. At first he made a single mistake, but later he was cautious and exhausted all means to achieve his goal, killing, betraying, obsequious, and flattering, but he still made mistakes.Now even Chen Xiang doesn't bother to be with him, he stays here just to add trouble.

Instead of being a burden to Chen Xiang here, it is better to recuperate his body as soon as possible and return to the place where he should go.In this way, Yang Chan can return to Liujia Village as soon as possible and reunite with her husband and son.

let's go.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian put the golden lock back to its original place, got up and went to the stove, scooped two bowls of rice from the rice vat, poured it into the water ladle and washed it with water, then poured it into the pot to add water, and used The chopsticks stirred it casually, covered the pot, raised his hand and put a real fire of samadhi into the stove.In the blink of an eye, the water boiled.But when he lifted the lid of the pot and poked the contents of the pot twice with chopsticks, he always felt that it was not the same as what Chen Xiang made, so he cast some spells based on his impression, and it finally looked like a kind of food.

After he finished preparing the food, which was difficult to guarantee the edible quality, he went back to the rice jar, filled it with rice, and let the vegetables in the yard grow twice as much to ensure that his own My nephew will not starve to death with Liu Yanchang.

But after doing this, it seems that there is really nothing to do.Erlangshen, who was idle, sat alone in the corridor for a long time, lost in thought, and finally saw Liu Yanchang and his son coming back with a cart.Immediately, Erlangshen put a smile on his face that he thought was courteous, but in the end he got Chen Xiang's angry eyes.

I couldn't laugh anymore.Yang Jian didn't know why, so he looked at Liu Yanchang questioningly.Liu Yanchang sighed: "I'm sorry, brother-in-law, I haven't figured it out after all the calculations, Mrs. Yuanwai is a big mouth."

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