Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Monkey King stood up in the grass, picking off the grass leaves on his face.

Yang Jian came over and stretched out his hand towards Sun Wukong's face.

Sun Wukong dodged immediately, and when his eyes met Yang Jian's, he stopped still again. When the hand took off the grass leaves from his face and ran to his head, Monkey King came back to his senses and quickly tilted his head. Turning his head, Yang Jian's hand fell to the ground, and he seemed a little lonely.Sun Wukong immediately felt guilty, why didn't he let him touch his head?In fact, it's nothing to touch... Just as he was thinking, that hand took a blade of grass from his shoulder, and then the owner of the hand smiled at him.This smile is like a mountain full of flowers blooming together, and the whole world suddenly lights up.Sun Wukong looked a little dazed.

Yang Jian sat casually on the grass, the black Beaulieu cloak covering the grass against the green, showing a bit of gentleness.He pulled out a few vines, flew his fingers up and down, quickly weaved a grass ring, and handed it to Monkey King.

Under the sunlight, his fingers showed a slight sense of transparency. His fingers were long and pale, and seemed a bit delicate for a man. However, there were many small scars on the palm, which showed that the owner of the hand was not a frail person.These hands gave Sun Wukong a very familiar feeling, as if before... before?Where is the past, obviously this is the second meeting.The first time we met, he was injured by himself and fell to the mortal world. Is his injury healed now?The man seemed to have heard Sun Wukong's inner voice, and said, "I'm fine."

"You know what I'm thinking?" Sun Wukong was surprised.

Yang Jian smiled, but didn't answer, and raised the grass ring in Yang's hand.Sun Wukong took it, sat next to Yang Jian, put the grass ring on his right arm, and played with it.

Yang Jian continued to weed and weave a second grass ring.He sat sideways with his knees bent, and the sunlight shone through the layers of branches and leaves, casting dappled spots of light on the back of his neck.His neck is very white, and his Adam's apple is slightly raised, which occasionally rises and falls with his breathing.His profile is beautiful, with a straight nose and long eyelashes. When he blinks, Sun Wukong feels as if a feather is brushing his heart, numb and itchy... Sun Wukong has never felt this way, he Don't know why this is.The skin below his neck was covered in thick armor, making it hard to see.Sun Wukong really wanted to take off the armor... and was immediately taken aback by his own thoughts.He quickly turned his head away from him, but felt the man's gaze shoot over him.Sun Wukong raised his eyes and met a pair of black eyes, like the stars in the sky, so bright that it is breathtaking, like the clear sea water outside Huaguo Mountain, yes, it is water, the water waves are rippling and dangling in his eyes , Shaking Sun Wukong to feel itchy again.Suddenly there was an idea to kiss these star eyes, this idea was so strong that it couldn't be suppressed, surging like a tide, Sun Wukong suppressed one wave and another wave, so he had to lower his head again.

"Why don't you dare to look at me?" Yang Jian said.

Monkey King became arrogant and gave him a hard look. "Who dares to look at you!"

After the man heard this, his eyes were bent into two crescent moons, he was full of smiles, and he stretched out his hand to rub his head.When Monkey King realized that he should not be allowed to touch his head, the man had already finished touching his head.So he felt angry and wanted to touch it back, but found that he was wearing a three-mountain flying phoenix crown on his head.Sun Wukong stared angrily at the sky for a long time, and with a "huh", the flying phoenix crown lived up to expectations and burned.

Yang Jian hurriedly took off the flying phoenix crown, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Sun Wukong pretended to turn his head to look around: "Ah, the weather is good today..." Hearing the sound of the man casting a spell to restore the flying phoenix crown, he turned his head back.

Yang Jian's jet-black hair hung down, revealing his fair complexion even more.His hair was like black satin, shining in the sun, and a few strands of hair fluttered in the wind. Sun Wukong grabbed him quietly and attracted his suspicious eyes. Sun Wukong said: "I will help you pick out the white hair."

Yang Jian laughed and said, "Do I have gray hair?"

Sun Wukong really took a closer look and said, "It doesn't seem to be there."

"Then should you let go?" Yang Jian picked up the flying phoenix crown with a fire mark and wanted to put it on his head.

Sun Wukong played with his hair, couldn't put it down, and didn't say let it go, and didn't say he wouldn't let it go.Yang Jian had no choice but to put down the flying phoenix crown and continue weaving grass rings.

Sun Wukong got very close, almost touching Yang Jian. In order to find a reason for himself to be close to him, he said, "Teach me to weave grass rings."

So two people sat together, one taught and the other learned.The one who taught was very attentive, and the one who learned was not interested in drinking, so he took the opportunity to get hurt.Later, many grass rings were made, and Sun Wukong wore one on his head. Yang Jian couldn't resist Sun Wukong's persuasion, so he also wore one on his head.

When Sun Wukong wore the grass ring, a piece of jade pendant appeared around his neck.Yang Jian saw it by accident, his eyes suddenly became confused, his brows were frowned, and his mind was a little distracted.Seeing Yang Jian pay attention to his jade pendant, Sun Wukong said, "I jumped out of the gossip furnace and found this thing in my hand. I don't know how it came from. Do you like it?" Sun Wukong wanted to take off the jade pendant, "I'll give it to you." Yang Jian waved his hand to refuse, and the confusion in his eyes became more serious.Sun Wukong didn't care about this trivial matter, and turned his face to Yang Jian, laughing, rubbing here and there, until Yang Jian pushed him away.

Yang Jian gave Sun Wukong a very strange feeling, he couldn't tell what it was, but he felt at ease when he saw Yang Jian.Seeing him laughing, I couldn't move my eyes away, and seeing him frowning, I wanted to ask who made him unhappy.I want to hold his hand, I want to hug him and kiss him, but I feel that just sitting shoulder to shoulder is enough.He didn't need to say anything, didn't think about anything, and didn't care where the strange feeling towards Yang Jian came from.

The sky and the earth are peaceful and stable, and the clouds change from a ball of cotton to fish scales, moving slowly to the west.Sun Wukong looked at the clouds and said, "Yang Jian, that cloud hasn't moved for a long time, do you think it is waiting for someone?" The person beside him asked, "Who is it waiting for?" Monkey King said, "That cloud is waiting for it." You are walking with your lover. There is always that one person, somewhere not far ahead, waiting for you. Life is lacking, so you have to look for it, and if you find it, you will be complete." "Can't you find it?" Monkey King thought After thinking for a while, he said, "If you look for your whole life until the moment you die, who can be sure that you won't find it?" "No matter what you do, you never give up?" "No. What I want to do, I must do it. " Sun Wukong smiled at Yang Jian, his golden eyes were full of tenderness under the sunlight.

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian wore grass rings on their heads and chatted one after another. Most of the time they didn't speak, but just sat quietly.Muxiao flowers bloom red and have a floating fragrance.Occasionally, singing birds landed on Sun Wukong's shoulders, but Sun Wukong remained as still as a mountain, letting the birds chirp and sing on his shoulders.Sun Wukong leaned against Yang Jian and closed his eyes slightly in the warm wind.When he opened his eyes, the man was weaving grass rings by his side, never leaving him for a moment.He took a deep breath, and he didn't know whether the swelling in his chest was the air from Huaguo Mountain, or an unexplainable trace of emotion.In the pleasant wind, he closed his eyes again, and after a while he felt uneasy, and looked, the man was still there.After repeating it a few times, I couldn't help laughing at my own stupidity.I am afraid that time will pass too fast, and I will not be able to experience this scene carefully. I wish I could break a quarter of an hour into two to spend it.I am also afraid that time will pass too slowly, and changes will happen if it is too late, and I can't wait for a moment to turn white.

The most important thing is that the human world can't keep it, Zhu Yan Ci Jing Hua Ci Shu, no matter how powerful you are, there is nothing you can do about it.Time always slips by inadvertently, without even saying hello before slipping away, and once slipping away, it will never come back.Whether it is a painful time or a happy time, it will eventually pass.

The moment has finally come.

dusk.

The sun slowly sank into the sea.

Monkey King stood up and looked happily at the sunset in the western sky.The setting sun is like fire, the sea and sky are the same color, and the sky and the earth are crimson.Monkey King smiled like a spring breeze in the magnificent red light: "Look, the sunset on Huaguo Mountain..." Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped talking, something flashed in his mind, and Monkey King was stunned.

Yang Jian stood behind Monkey King, his clear voice pierced through the barriers of time and reached Monkey King's heart. "Wukong, we finally watched the sunset together at Huaguo Mountain."

There were no signs of upheaval.

Monkey King's head was hit by a big hammer, and there was a "buzz", and it hurt violently.Sun Wukong put his head in his hands and yelled: "Ah!" and fell to the ground.The pain became more and more intense, as if something was about to burst out, squeezed and drilled in his mind, Sun Wukong rolled all over the ground in pain, sweating through his clothes.The jade pendant on the neck was stained with sweat, it didn't look warm and greasy, but there was a feeling of coldness, and the cold air penetrated into the skin, making Sun Wukong tremble.Cold, boundless cold, as cold as being in a snowstorm.The western sky reflected a red glow, shining on Sun Wukong, his head hurt even more.Yang Jian's words were like a spell, revealing the memory suppressed by Monkey King.

watch the sunset...

Huaguo Mountain...

On the Demon Slaying Stage, in the heavy snow, a skeleton murmured, why at this moment of dying, I still want to go to Huaguo Mountain with you to watch the sunset, even if only once.

A familiar voice replied, Sun Wukong, you remember, Huaguo Mountain was burned by me, the mountain was full of fog, the sun was not visible, and the setting sun could not be seen there.

The voice became louder and louder, and it kept ringing in Sun Wukong's mind.

The voice said that there was no affection at all, and those who make big things don't care about small things.

Every time I think of the time when I committed myself to you in order to perform this scene well, I wish I could tear you to pieces and turn your bones into ashes. Now that you are suffering from thousands of cuts to pieces on the Demon Slaying Stage, my wish is finally fulfilled.

What kind of person I am, you have never seen clearly.

I am a god, and you are a demon. I swear to keep the Three Realms stable. If you go against the sky, I will kill you.

……

There were many voices in Sun Wukong's ears, his head hurt so much that it was about to burst, Sun Wukong stuffed his right hand into his mouth and bit it, big cold sweat came out, and his face was covered with a paste.He lay on the ground, barely opened his eyes in sweat, but his eyes were blood red, and he couldn't see any images.After jumping out of the gossip furnace, Sun Wukong's eyes often ached and wept.He massaged his eye sockets with his index finger and middle finger, and a scene appeared in front of him: Sun Wukong, wearing a purple gold crown, wearing a golden armor, walking on cloud shoes, holding a Ruyi golden cudgel, standing on the cliff by the sea, shouting to the people below. The group of demons said: "Brothers, if the sky crushes me, split the day, if the ground restrains me, crush the ground!" The monsters all over the mountain responded in unison: "Monkey King! Monkey King! Monkey King..." The sound shook Heyue.Behind the group of demons, a ray of setting sun spread out on the sea, the sea water was half red and half black, and the Muxiao flowers all over the mountains and plains tried their best to bloom in full bloom, blooming like a raging fire.Sun Wukong put away the golden cudgel, raised the banner of Monkey King aloft, looked up to the sky and shouted: "My fate is up to me!"

When I closed my eyes, the sight disappeared again.

I don't know how long it took, the headache subsided a bit, Sun Wukong looked around, but saw that the land of Huaguo Mountain was scorched and cracked, and the strange rocks around him were jagged.In an instant, he understood that the lush Huaguo Mountain just now was just an illusion. As his memory recovered, Huaguo Mountain also showed the burned scene in his memory.The sun had disappeared in the sky long ago, and the black mist pressed down layer by layer, and the cries of ghosts who could not be reincarnated were all around, and the sound was heartbreaking.Sun Wukong stared blankly at the surrounding scene, and gradually shed tears. He stretched out his hand to wipe it, and it turned out that it was not tears, but blood.Amidst the blood and tears, he could clearly see the figure standing not far away——Yang Jian.

Sun Wukong thought that he would have a lot to say to that person, but found that the language was feeble. At this moment, he didn't want to say anything, and he didn't need to say it, because it was meaningless.There are many things Sun Wukong doesn't understand, but now, he doesn't want to understand those problems anymore.

Yang Jian took off the grass ring on his head, fastened the three-mountain flying phoenix crown, adjusted his armor, and walked towards Monkey King.I don’t know if it’s because the sun is too strong, or because his eyes are broken, Monkey King looks like everything is covered with a red veil, the sky is red, the ground is red, Yang Jian is also red, everything seems to be stained with blood. crimson.In a trance, I remembered the scene of gouging out the eyes on the Demon Slaying Stage 49 days ago——

These eyes look the same when they grow or not, Monkey King will only fall in love with you if he is blind!Sun Wukong has eyes but no eyes!What are you keeping this eye for?It's better to goug it out!

The eyes suddenly hurt, as if a thin needle was piercing the eyes.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes, red spots appeared in front of his eyes, and there was a strange black in the red spots, like ink mixed with blood, which made him feel indescribably tragic and hopeless.Sensing Yang Jian approaching from the air fluctuation, Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up, rushed the golden cudgel to the top of Yang Jian's head, and smashed it down with the sound of wind.

This time, either you die or I die.