Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

The distant mountains are verdant, the fragrance of flowers wafts in the breeze, the sunset is like blood, and there is silence between heaven and earth.Occasionally, a bird chirps, which does not show joy, but adds to the sense of desolation and loneliness.Yang Jian is used to silence, just as Yang Jian is used to living alone in this world.For thousands of years, Yang Jian spent dozens or hundreds of times alone than with people.When alone, Yang Jian can think about things. When alone, Yang Jian can make himself suffer in memories, wake up in pain, and be strong in sobriety.When alone, Yang Jian was lonely, but he learned to enjoy loneliness in thousands of years of loneliness.

Yang Jian finished wiping the three-pointed double-edged gun, and stuck it upright into the ground.The sun was setting towards the mountain, and the golden light was shining on the world, inlaid a golden border on everything.Yang Jian straightened his back and stood straighter than the three-pointed two-edged spear behind him.No matter when, Yang Jian's waist is always straight.

Yang Jian slowly opened the sky eye on his forehead.The eye of the sky emitted a dazzling white light, shooting directly at the last sun in the sky.The sun was illuminated by the eyes of the sky, and it fled away with a "swish", as if trying to avoid it.

Yang Jian said: "Little Golden Crow, you are the last sun in the Three Realms, don't worry, I won't touch you."

The sun's light seemed to be softer, and the golden light fell down, as if gently comforting Yang Jian.

"I thought no one except me and my third sister would remember what day it is today. It seems that you still remember, so you are afraid of me today." After Yang Jian finished speaking, half of the sun set quickly, leaving only A ray of red sunlight reflected the sky as if it was on fire, dazzlingly red.

"I also know what day it is."

Yang Jian turned his head and saw a 16-year-old boy walking over with a golden stick on his shoulders with both hands.The young man was wearing a small blue cloth gown, with a wooden hairpin inserted obliquely on his head, he was very cute, with a round face, black eyes, two small dimples around his lips, a half-smile that was not a smile, very handsome.

"Sun Wukong..." Some inexplicable thoughts lingered, Yang Jian didn't want anyone to disturb him, but he still had a little desire for warmth.Yang Jian didn't know if he wanted to see Monkey King, but there was no doubt that if someone else appeared at this moment, he would definitely not want to see him.

"I know today is the day when the Yang family in Guanjiangkou was destroyed, and it's the day of your father's and brother's death."

Monkey King walked up to Yang Jian, inserted the golden cudgel next to the three-pointed double-edged gun, and leaned on the golden cudgel, lazily and casually.He was in stark contrast to Yang Jian who was standing upright.

"Aren't you tired from standing like that?" Sun Wukong rubbed his back with a golden cudgel and asked Yang Jian.

"got used to."

"Sometimes I feel that you are really tired. Like me, if you want to dance, you can dance." Monkey King jumped on the spot. "If you want to call me, call me." Sun Wukong beat his chest with both hands, howled "Aoao", finally looked into Yang Jian's eyes and said: "If you want to cry, cry."

Yang Jian didn't respond, his face was expressionless, and he changed back to the appearance of that high and mighty god.

"I followed you all the way. You were so engrossed in thinking about things that you didn't notice me. But I didn't shed a single tear when I saw you alone." Sun Wukong approached Yang Jian, Yang Jian took a step back without a trace, and Sun Wukong was annoyed Yang Jian had no choice but to escape and retreat. "When you're alone, it's ridiculous to hold on any longer. You don't want to cry today?"

"I want to cry." Yang Jian said calmly, "I just forgot how to cry." When Yang Jian said this, there was no trace of sadness on his face.

Sun Wukong seemed to see Erlang God who was like a statue in the dream again.The more sad this person is, the calmer his face will be.These years of experience, the intrigue in the Tiangong, made him wear a mask on his face.The god of justice needs a mask.After wearing the mask for a long time, it grew together with his face, and he couldn't take it off even if he wanted to, and this person never wanted to take it off.Sun Wukong clearly remembered Yang Jian's expressionless face when he killed the Great Golden Crow in the dream.

"Actually, I envy you."

Sun Wukong leaned on the golden cudgel, tilted his body, and plucked the hair that was blown to his forehead by the wind to block his eyes.

"I envy all the people in the world who have parents."

"I envy you too."

Yang Jian stood upright, and the three-pointed and two-edged spear stood upright two steps behind him.The wind blew Yang Jian's black cloak, making his figure even taller.

"I envy all the people in the world who can laugh and cry wantonly."

"We are two completely different people." Sun Wukong said.

"No, there is a kind of person in his bones."

Sun Wukong thought for a while, then nodded: "Yes, in my bones, it's the same. You are more accurate than me."

The sun has completely sunk to the side of the mountain, and reluctantly sprinkles the afterglow all over the earth.Fire clouds appeared in the western sky.It was as if some monster was struggling to break through, stretching out its red tentacles with claws and claws, touching the pure sky.Sometimes the monster has the upper hand, and the red will be more, and sometimes the other party wins, and the red will be restrained.Sun Wukong imagined that the two sides were at war, squinted his eyes happily in the evening wind, and said: "The sunset here is not beautiful, but the sunset on Huaguo Mountain is beautiful. When I was young, I loved holding Grandpa Dashu the most." Swinging on the branches of the tree, you can see the sea and the sky, and the sun sinks into the sea, making the whole world glow red. When you are free, I will take you to Huaguo Mountain to watch the sunset."

"I don't like the sunset." Yang Jian also looked at the red sky in the west.

"Because it reminds you of blood?"

"Yes."

Monkey King doesn't know how to comfort Yang Jian, and Yang Jian doesn't need other people's comfort.

Sun Wukong took out a diamond-shaped peace talisman from his arms and handed it to Yang Jian. "I will give you a peace talisman. You are always hunting monsters and fighting wars, and you are in danger. Keep this talisman."

The peace talisman is a useless thing made by ordinary people to pretend to be a ghost for peace of mind.The peace talisman is not a Taoist talisman, and has no magic power, but ordinary people believe that it can keep safe.The temple wishes to make profits from this, and most of the safety symbols are made by them.

Yang Jian thought it was interesting, took it, and said strangely: "It's very similar to the peace talisman of Erlang Temple."

"I begged for you at the Erlang Temple in Dongliang City." Sun Wukong said, "It's all a lie anyway, don't take advantage of other temples for nothing."

Yang Jian smiled and said, "You always have a way to make me laugh." Although the safety talisman is useless, the red thread tied with the safety talisman is made of the fairy rope refined by Monkey King, which is very precious.Yang Jian put the peace talisman on his neck and said, "Thank you very much."

"It should be me thanking you. The half a year in the Mortal Farmhouse was the happiest time in Sun Wukong's life."

Yang Jian admitted: "I am also very happy."

"Then we will always be like this, okay?" Sun Wukong looked at Yang Jian sincerely, and said in an unprecedented serious tone: "I am making you laugh, but you only smile at me, just like this for the rest of our lives, we will live in the farmer's house for the rest of our lives. Do you think it's okay?"

"Can you let go of the brother who vowed to follow you to the death? Can you let go of the dream you have always had? Can you never return to Huaguo Mountain?" Finally Yang Jian said, "Sun Wukong, you can't pretend to be a child forever."

Sun Wukong roared: "Why not! My old grandson can live as he wants!"

The wind blew through the treetops, making a "rustling" sound.Sun Wukong looked at Yang Jian. The man was wearing a black dress with a dragon pattern embroidered on it. The black made Sun Wukong feel heavy.The last rays of the setting sun also faded on the horizon, like someone spilled ink, and the sky suddenly darkened, hopelessly dark.Yang Jian's figure became blurred, leaving only a mass of black.

In the thick, breathless darkness, Sun Wukong heard Yang Jian say: "I am a god, and you are a demon. During the period of convalescence in the farmhouse, you and I coexist peacefully. After we recover from our injuries, we will eventually meet each other in battle. Wukong, Maybe because you are a monkey, you have a bit of childishness in your nature, but if you are only childish, you will never lead a group of monsters for many years. What I respect is the indomitable and powerful demon king Sun Wukong, just like you respect Yes, it is like Yang Jian who is also a rare opponent in the Three Realms."

Yang Jian untied a jade pendant from his belt and handed it to Monkey King.

Sun Wukong didn't answer: "What does this mean?"

"requite."

"You never owe anyone anything, do you? Even if someone gives you a peace talisman intended to be amusing, you still have to pay it back?"

Yang Jian took Sun Wukong's right hand and put the jade pendant in his palm.

"I know that I owe you far more than just a peace talisman. After the leg injury, it is all up to you to take care of me. This kindness can't be repaid. It's just because we met at the wrong time. By now, you and I are doomed to be enemies and not friends. , this is God's will."

"God's will to his mother and grandma!" Sun Wukong yelled, "God's will is the excuse people make when they can't do certain things. In the final analysis, it's all because of the Jade Emperor." It doesn't matter if the judiciary god doesn't do it, you can fight against the sky with my grandson!"

"Yang Jian will never go against the sky."

"why!"

"Because the Three Realms can't be chaotic." Yang Jian stared at Sun Wukong, "Do you know why I want to catch demons? Back then, I rebelled against the heavens to save my mother, and the Jade Emperor ordered the ten golden crows to turn my mother into the sun. I will always remember the misery of the people living in dire straits. A small turmoil in the heavenly realm will surely lead to a huge catastrophe in the mortal world. I promised my mother that I will do my best to maintain the peace of the three realms. I will not allow any troubles to disturb the three realms. Immortal."

The sky was getting darker and darker, with no stars and no moon, and the wind blew, blowing Yang Jian's black coat up and down. The dragon embroidered on the clothes seemed to come alive, waving its claws.Sun Wukong's favorite Yang Jian's watery eyes were submerged in the twilight and could not be seen.

I only heard Yang Jian say in his usual calm voice: "Gods don't have seven emotions and six desires. I used to despise gods for their ruthlessness and desires, but later I realized that if you don't have a heart, you won't be sad." tip. "The day you recover from injury is the time when you and I will decide to die."

Yang Jian walked deeper into the twilight, his back still straight, looking like a moving gun from his back.Sun Wukong had a feeling that Yang Jian would never come back after leaving.He watched Yang Jian lift the three-pointed double-edged gun with one hand, he watched the clouds move to the top of Yang Jian's head little by little, he watched Yang Jian's figure gradually blur, and he was about to disappear out of sight.Sun Wukong suddenly burst into a loud shout: "Yang Jian!"

Yang Jian stopped in his tracks.

"Yang Jian, turn around, I have something to tell you."

Yang Jian didn't move, his figure seemed to be frozen, only the tense muscles revealed a trace of emotional fluctuations.

Monkey King felt a rush of hot air rushing into his eyes, his nose was sore, and he lost all strength.Sun Wukong covered his chest and pressed hard on the position of his heart.Feeling the strong beating of the heart under his hands, Monkey King took a deep breath and said softly: "Yang Jian, I like you."

Sun Wukong spoke so lightly, as if he was afraid of alarming Yang Jian, as if shouting loudly would desecrate the sentence.After Sun Wukong finished speaking, he stood there blankly like a sinner waiting to be judged, waiting.

The wind suddenly rose, covering all sounds.The colorful falling flowers hovered around Yang Jian's body.Yang Jian didn't respond, as if he didn't hear Monkey King's words.After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "But I don't like you."

Yang Jian also spoke very lightly, but every word resounded in Sun Wukong's heart, so shocking that Sun Wukong couldn't stand up.

"Oh, that's it..." Sun Wukong fell to the ground and laughed, "Actually, I knew it a long time ago." Sun Wukong laughed, and the laughter echoed in the valley. "Hahaha, I really brought shame on myself... Hahaha..."

Sun Wukong lowered his head and let the wind ruffle his hair. "Can I ask why..."

"The complementarity of yin and yang is the way. Regarding feelings, you are still a child and don't understand anything. What you say now is just a temporary fascination."

Sun Wukong said angrily: "Why do you say that I am a child and don't understand anything!"

"Love is a thing that harms others and harms oneself. It is absolutely useless. Mother, Cun Xin, and the third sister are all burdened by love, and suffer all their lives. If you want to cultivate the Dao, the first thing you need to do is to abandon lust."

"No matter what you say, I won't give up. Whatever my grandson wants to do, he must do it." Sun Wukong stood up from the ground and patted the dust on his buttocks. "Love hurting others is just your personal prejudice. I think it’s only when there’s bitterness that there’s sweetness.”

"There are many times of suffering."

"That's worth it too! If you don't touch love, you will never taste that kind of sweetness. If you are afraid of pain and give up love without love, that's what a coward does. I dare to bet you that love is good for people."

Yang Jian actually turned his head, his eyes were so bright in the night. "How to bet?"

"Just bet on my feelings for you. I'm in love. If you get a good result, I win. If you get a bad result, you win."

"What counts as a good fruit?"

"We liked each other and our feelings didn't hurt anyone, including ourselves."

"What's the bet?"

"I win, you will always be with me, you can do whatever I want. If my grandson loses..." Sun Wukong shouted at Yang Jian in the dark night, "I will never defy the sky, destroy myself Ji, willing to be a mortal!"

"This bet is not worth it to you. As long as I don't like you, you will lose. So you want to bet?"

"That's right!"

"What's the deadline?"

"500."

"Okay!" Yang Jian stretched out his hand, "I bet!"

Sun Wukong also stretched out his hand: "A high-five is an alliance!"

"Papapa", the two clapped their hands three times.

This is how a unparalleled love affair that shocked the three worlds began.