[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

Yang Chan returned to the cave with two altars of good wine, and Canaan came to welcome her.

"Master..." He took a closer look and found that there was no figure of his father behind Yang Chan, so he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, "Father... still won't come in?"

"Let him go," Yang Chan said with a cold face, "He deserves it, why did he owe your mother."

"Oh..." Canaan could only sigh angrily, and stepped aside.

But seeing a table of wine and food set up on the stone table in the courtyard, Yang Chan remembered that tomorrow will be the beginning of spring, and today is New Year's Eve, and ordinary people will have a New Year's Eve dinner.This mountain is full of delicacies, but the ingredients used in Canaan are all used by ordinary people, and it has a special taste after being cooked by him.Those few foxes squatted by the stone table early, panting, and gave them some when they came to eat.

There are four sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, waiting for no one to come.

Yang Chan wondered: "En? Why did you put four sets of bowls and chopsticks, and there was an extra set."

Canaan was a little happy when he heard this: "Master, are you finally willing to have the New Year's Eve dinner with us this year?"

"I asked you why you have an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks."

"Oh... yes... yes... I see that my father has to go to my mother's grave every year to pay respects, so I thought... put on my mother's face more, so that I can understand my father's lovesickness..."

"Nonsense!" Yang Chan waved his sleeves and swept away the extra pair of bowls and chopsticks, "How can a dead person eat at the same table as a living person! Besides, your father betrayed your mother in the first place, what lovesickness does he need..."

She fixed her eyes and saw tears in the corners of Canaan's eyes, and she understood it immediately.

"Ye Jianan," she poked at the child, "you are the one who misses you. You miss your mother."

Canaan remained silent, the porcelain bowl was shattered to the ground, and two chopsticks fell pitifully on either side.A fox sprinted past and sniffed at the shard.

"They said Suisui is safe." Ye Jianan tried his best to smile, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and cleaned up the ground.When he straightened up again, he was like a person who had nothing to do.

Yang Chan stared at him: "Sorry."

Suddenly, Ye Jianan was stunned, almost unable to react: "Master, you... apologize to me?"

"Accidental?"

Canaan was a little embarrassed: "Because... Master, you have never apologized to anyone..."

"It's just because you've seen it before." Yang Chan sat down and said, "I was wrong to spoil your interest. But the tableware of the dead should not be placed on the table of the living. This is the rule..."

……

"...A Chan, it's my fault to get angry at you... But the tableware of the dead should not be placed on the table of the living. This is the rule! Remember..."

……

She suddenly recalled that sentence, that scene, and wanted to take notes, but Ye Jianan's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Master, this disciple will pour wine for you." Ye Jianan filled her one glass, then filled the other three glasses, and then stuffed a large piece of pork into Yang Chan's bowl. "Master, this is the wild boar I caught today, try it, how does it taste?"

"I only drink and don't eat." Yang Chan just drank the glass of wine without touching the chopsticks, "You know who I am. Eating everything is like chewing wax, and drinking everything is like drinking water. I don't know what it is. taste."

"Yes..." Canaan lowered his head.

She put the pork back into Ye Canaan's bowl: "You can eat this pork."

"Yes!"

Seeing that the child's sad expression suddenly changed to joy, and she was picking up the bowl to finish the pork, she was suddenly a little curious.

"Are you happy?" she asked.

"Oh...uh..."

The wild boar on the mountain is not as fragrant as the domestic pigs on the bottom of the mountain, but the meat is rough and old.When Ye Jianan was asked such a question suddenly, he almost choked on the pork.

"Are you happy?" Yang Chan patted him on the back to make him swallow the pork, and asked again.

"What...joy?" Ye Jianan didn't know why.

"You just laughed." Yang Chan said, "Everyone laughs when they are happy."

"Master, you...you also laughed..."

"I only laugh when I kill people," Yang Chan said coldly, "but I know very well that it's not joy."

"Oh……"

"Why were you laughing just now?"

"I didn't realize that I laughed..." Ye Jianan said truthfully, "But I was really happy in my heart, because the master apologized to me and gave me pork to eat..."

"Apology is just two words; you gave me the pork, and I gave it back to you—are these worthy of joy?"

"I don't know if it's worth it, but I'm just happy..."

"Oh..." Yang Chan couldn't help talking to himself, "When will I understand things that people don't even understand..."

Ye Jianan held up his chopsticks to a plate of vegetables, and asked casually, "Master, have you never been happy in your life?"

"I have, but it's too far away," Yang Chan said, "In retrospect, it's just like this wine..." She fiddled with the empty jade cup in her hand: "In my mouth, it's unbearably dull."

Canaan was puzzled and said, "Then why do you still drink alcohol?"

"Because everyone says the wine is strong, I want to understand what others think," she put down the glass, "Oh, but it's in vain, the taste of drinking it is still nothing more than that."

"Oh..." Canaan lowered his head again.

"Is the look on your face sad?" Yang Chan asked, "Are you sad for me?"

"This...I..." Canaan blushed a little, not knowing what to say.

"It's so strange, your expression changes so quickly because of my words, the weather in this mountain doesn't change as fast as your face."

Ye Jianan quickly defended himself and said: "Master, in fact, I just thought that it would be great if I could replace you..."

"Replace me?"

"You don't have seven emotions, but I have them! I will describe all the emotions I have in my heart from now on, just like this pork is delicious and fatty, and the green vegetables are fragrant..."

"Oh?" Yang Chan heard this, looked at the table of delicious dishes, and then at the child, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he suddenly had an idea.

"You don't need to describe it to me," she said, reaching out to Canaan's head, "I can read it myself."

Her hand rested on top of his head for a moment, puzzled and said: "Why is there nothing in your head, not even the slightest emotion?"

"You...you are too close, disciple is a little nervous..." Canaan waited for the hand on his head, "When disciple is nervous, he dare not have any emotions..."

Yang Chan withdrew her hand: "Then how can you be emotional?" She thought for a while, then gave Ye Jianan another piece of pork: "Give you another piece of meat, will you be happy?"

"Happy!" Canaan said, "But, I'm more happy than just now. Because it was the first time Master served food for my disciple..." Then his voice became smaller and smaller: "...the second time is worse than the first time once……"

"Oh, I hope that your joy is stronger." Yang Chan softened her voice, "Kanaan, what do you think will make you more happy, bring it up. If it can satisfy you, I will do my best as a teacher. "

"Really?" Canaan stood up happily.

"Really." Yang Chan said lightly.

"Then I am very happy now!"

"It's not enough." She looked at him fixedly.

"Then..." Ye Jianan thought for a while, and blurted out a sentence, "I want to see my mother!"

After he finished speaking, he regretted a little, because this matter might not be possible.

Who knows that Yang Chan didn't refuse after hearing this: "Heh, what do I think you said. You want me to resurrect the dead, but I can't do it; but if you want to see her, what's the problem?"

As soon as the words fell, the person standing in Ye Jianan, who was dressed in red clothes, had changed.

"Canaan," Yang Chan said to Ye Jianan with Ye Linlang's appearance and cold tone, "Your mother looks like this. Are you happy?"