The Memoirs of Jianxin

"Master, why is he in a daze again?" Xiao Tiangou asked while leaning against the door with a bone in his hand, looking at Yang Jian who was standing on the railing like an old monk in meditation.

"Who knows?" the second son of Meishan Six Sages said, "It's getting harder and harder for the second master to go to heaven."

"The second master is probably thinking about something," said the most honest elder Kang among the six sages, and he sighed silently in his heart. The second master's body was getting colder and colder. stored in memory.

"You said that the master is thinking about Fairy Chang'e or San..." Xiao Tiangou was held down by several other people before he finished speaking, and the other people winked at him and said "Shhh"

"Why don't you brothers go to bed?" Yang Jian stepped into the hall, but saw a few people pressing Xiao Tiangou, he couldn't help being a little funny.

"Second Master, go and rest first. You haven't rested for several days in the past two days to eliminate demons. We are playing with the Xiaotian dog," several people explained.

This guy must not be allowed to say these things in front of the second master.

Knowing that they are all decent people, just joking around, Yang Jian nodded and walked towards the back room, ignoring the "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooo" of the Xiaotiangou for help.

"What are you doing, you almost suffocated me"

As soon as Yang Jian left, they let go of Xiao Tiangou, and Xiao Tianquan took a few deep breaths.

Boss Kang looked serious, "Don't say these things in front of the second master from now on."

"Why! Hasn't the master already reconciled?"

"Shh..." The rest of the group wanted to shut up the mouth of this ignorant dog, "If you don't want the second master to be sad in the future, don't mention the sister-in-law... the third princess"

Monk Xiaotiangou Erzhang couldn't figure it out, he was shaking the bones around, but he didn't understand what they meant, but they said it would make the master sad, so they didn't say anything.

But he still whispered, "Master's thoughts are difficult to understand, and your thoughts are also difficult to understand."

Everyone didn't expect that Xiaotiangou, a dog, would understand these things about love and love,

Besides, the second master's affairs are beyond their control.

Boss Kang made an eviction notice and urged everyone to go to rest. Everyone is tired these days.The lights in the Judiciary God's Mansion were dimmed one by one, but the lights on the long corridor and Yang Jian's master bedroom were still on, and the wicks were crackling under the lampshade. It was destined to be another sleepless night.

Someone in the darkness let out a faint sigh, and it was the sound of paper being flipped.

The sky is day after day, and it is Mid-Autumn Festival again. Today, I made moon cakes on a whim. I accidentally put less sugar, and the moon cakes turned into glutinous rice balls. Fortunately, the third brother didn’t care about the taste, and they all went into his stomach. He comes frequently, actually I know, he is afraid that I will be lonely, but this is the first year, if this is the first year, then what will I do after this eternal punishment? Everyone has said that at this time, there are too few books to read. I am thinking that next time, I will ask the third brother to bring some storybooks, or bring some needles and threads so that I can pass some time and continue to shine on the bottom of the sea. Fever, I blinked my dry eyes, and my thoughts were a little confused.

Things from the past always popped up in his mind, scene after scene, full of him, but also, in less than 2000 years of Ao Cunxin, Yang Jian occupied 1000 years, who would he miss?

Pick up a pen and write down, Yang Jian, Yang Jia Erlang... He paused for a moment, and crossed out these words again. It is better not to write things that these people know, and write something that she knows and others don't.

But did she really understand him? During those 1000 years, did Ao Cunxin really understand Yang Jian?

I know he doesn't pay attention to his appetite, maybe he got used to it when he fled, but later he was spoiled by me and got a bad temper. It turned out that no matter how bad my cooking was, he would eat it without changing his face, and sometimes he was in a good mood From time to time, I will comment on one or two things. For example, although today’s food was burnt, it was cooked anyway. Later, when my cooking skills improved, he started to picky eaters like a cat. Sure enough, men can’t be pampered.I also know that he doesn't like sweets, so I will make his snacks with half sugar.Every time I eat Yuanxiao, only his Yuanxiao is salty.Although he doesn't like sweets, he likes to drink sweet-scented osmanthus porridge, because the faint aroma of osmanthus can make him feel happy. Every time he eats sweet-scented osmanthus porridge, he can always eat an extra bowl.Another example is that most of his clothes are white or black. Every time he goes directly to the clothing store to report the size and buy a lot of them, but with his straight male aesthetics, if he is not handsome, such plain clothes would be too expensive. He can wear the air of being the only one. After I got married, I took over the job of making clothes. I bought a pile of high-quality fabrics, cut them into ready-made clothes, and sewed patterns for him. But based on what I know about him, he is afraid. I don’t know the connection between the dragon pattern and cloud pattern on the cuffs and his belt, and his hair accessory, so I wouldn’t say that I bought the cat ear-like hair accessory.It’s good to have a clothes hanger husband, and I can wear whatever I do, which deeply satisfies my girlish heart that has been dead for many years.Then it got out of hand, I did everything from the headband to the shoes and socks. Every time I went out with him, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Others pulled the dressed girl out to meet the guests, but I pulled The well-dressed husband went out to meet guests, ah bah, no, he went out to show off.When sleeping, he likes to sleep with his back facing me. Every time I hug him, he will be very nervous, and the back is particularly sensitive?Every time I go out with me, he is half a step ahead of me, and he likes to walk to the right of me, because he can protect me behind him when he is in danger, and he can quickly pull out the three-pointed double-edged knife, and there are many, many... Unknowingly thinking of Tianming, I thought about all the trivial things, even including the little mole at the corner of his eye.

Thinking about it now, he is really good, the only bad thing is that Yang Jian doesn't love me, this is enough to make our thousand-year marriage fall apart, and make me lose completely...

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