Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Monkey King stands behind Yang Jian, holding a comb in his left hand, and stroking Yang Jian's hair from top to bottom with his right hand.His hair is much softer than average and feels nice to the touch.

Yang Jian sat cross-legged by the side of the hot spring, the steam was steaming, his face was hidden in the white mist, he couldn't see clearly, but he looked a little younger.He has a perfect side profile, with a high nose bridge, and thicker eyelashes from the side. The only flaw is that his complexion is ridiculously pale.

It was already bright, and the sun could not fully shine into the cave.The faint sunlight was just right, together with the misty mist, it set off Yang Jian's figure even more beautifully.

"Your hair is really difficult to comb." Sun Wukong tied his hair in a bun. His hair was too slippery and he accidentally missed it. Yang Jian's hair cascaded down like a white waterfall.

"Is it difficult to comb, or you can't comb?" Yang Jian had already seen that Monkey King was also an embroidered pillow.

"Hey! Comb it yourself if you are capable!"

"I'm impatient, am I waiting for you to show your ability?"

"Hmph... the mighty Erlang God can't even comb his hair, and it would be embarrassing to talk about it." Monkey King said angrily, "Why do you say you have long hair? It's not as good as my hair!"

Yang Jian finally understood that he would never be able to quarrel with this monkey, because his thinking was not at the same level as that of normal people.

There are many reflective stones on the mountain wall. Under the faint light, Yang Jian's face was obviously pale, and there was almost no blood at all. "Your complexion is bad, didn't you sleep well last night?" Sun Wukong asked while stroking Yang Jian's hair.

"Slept well." For added credibility, added, "Good night's sleep."

"Why is that complexion much paler than yesterday?"

"Is there?" Yang Jian looked around, "The sun is shining."

Monkey King stopped talking, and there was a faint displeasure in his heart.

When he woke up this morning, he found that his injury had recovered a lot and Yang Jian was not by his side.He followed the sound of the water and saw Yang Jian taking a bath in the mist.His white hair hung straight down, almost covering his whole body.He stood in the water, holding the comb, staring at the white hair in his hand, with a look of sadness and helplessness between his brows.The golden sunlight inlaid a golden border around his body, and the water droplets slid down his neck and got into the water, disappearing suddenly.The fog rolled around, misty and indistinct.It was an indescribable beauty, silent, but breathtakingly beautiful.

At that moment, Sun Wukong had a wish in his heart, willing to exchange all of him for this person's smile.

He found him, and hurriedly put on his clothes. His movements were fast, but Sun Wukong could still clearly see the hideous wound on his chest, which was obviously just scratched by a sharp knife.

Displeasure arose for the first time at this time.

He really wanted to kiss him.

He himself didn't know why he had such an idea, he was bewitched by those moist eyes.When leaning over, Sun Wukong thought that Yang Jian must have cast a curse on him, but he was willing to be cursed.

The man began to panic, his breathing was so fast that he didn't dare to look at him at all, his body was stiff.

He thought he would hide.Or push him away, or even kill him in a fit of rage.He is the Erlang God whose mana is second only to the Tathagata Buddha. He is serious and vicious, lofty and cannot be desecrated.

He didn't know why he didn't move.

His eyes wandered and stopped at his neck, he didn't know what he saw or thought of, his eyes suddenly became extremely sad.

Monkey King had never seen such a sad look in a person's eyes.So he knew he would never hide.But Sun Wukong's heart was cold.Because Yang Jian's acceptance was not because of him—at that moment Sun Wukong clearly realized that Yang Jian was looking at another person through him, another person who made Yang Jian's heart ache.

Who is this person?

There is actually a person in the Three Realms who can make Yang Jian show such affectionate eyes when he thinks about it.

There is someone in Yang Jian's heart, I don't know who this person is...

Sun Wukong's heart was like being bitten by a poisonous snake, and jealousy grew wildly in his heart.

When Yang Jian closed his eyes like an appointment, Sun Wukong could hardly control his desire to beat Yang Jian.He raised his hand, woke up at the last moment, stroked the back of his neck, caught crabs on his collar, and found a very good and appropriate step to go down.

Yang Jian opened his eyes, he was puzzled at first, his face turned red when he saw what happened clearly, his embarrassment made Sun Wukong almost desperate to hug him, tear him apart, and rub him into his body , so that he will never be separated from himself.Waking up from paranoia, he already had an extra comb in his hand, and someone stood behind him to comb his hair.

Sun Wukong's eyes fell on Yang Jian's white hair again, and for some reason, a feeling of disgust surged in his heart, and the movement of combing his hair stopped.

"What's wrong?" Yang Jian asked.

"I hate your white hair. I don't think you should have such white hair." Sun Wukong said, "Isn't the age of immortals always staying at the moment when Taoism is first formed?"

Yang Jian felt a little sad. "Not necessarily. If you think too much or get seriously injured, you will still grow old."

"Are you thinking too much?"

Yang Jian let the white hair slip through his palm, and said: "It's okay, I just wanted to save someone. At first I didn't know how to save someone, and those days were very difficult... Later, to save him, I set up a trap, and all the organs were exhausted." , Counting 500 years, I don’t know when the hair will be all white.”

Is this person the one in Yang Jian's heart?

Sun Wukong thought dully.

"Did the rescue succeed?"

"It's half done." Yang Jian looked back at Sun Wukong, his eyes were as gentle as water, "I finally saw him again, and I'm glad he's still alive. I think as long as he's alive, I have hope."

He had that look again.He is looking at others through himself.

Sun Wukong slowly clenched the hand holding the comb.

Yang Jian was immersed in the memory and didn't feel anything different. "I haven't seen him for a long time. When we meet again, he is not unfamiliar at all. Don't you think it's amazing?" Yang Jian turned his head, so he didn't know that Monkey King behind him gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

"I think, even if we haven't seen each other for a longer time, there will be no feeling of unfamiliarity when we meet again. No matter what happens, he will never change to me. Throughout the three worlds, he is the only one who will be so stubborn about me... "

Monkey King really wanted to ask him, is this person your lover?The words came to his lips and swallowed back.Sun Wukong, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, dare not ask Erlang God a simple sentence.

What should I do if I get an affirmative answer?

If you don't ask, it's like scratching your heart with claws.

The hand clenched tighter and tighter, "click", with a very light sound, the wooden comb was broken by Monkey King.

Yang Jian looked suspiciously at the half-cut wooden comb in Monkey King's hand.

"What are you looking at? I don't want to comb your hair anymore!" Sun Wukong threw the comb, "I'm so tired of your white hair! It's so ugly! If I were you, I would be better off as a bald man with such white hair! "Sun Wukong turned around quickly and left angrily.Yang Jian was left alone staring blankly at his white hair.

Monkey King walked out of the cave.

The sun is shining outside, the sky is high and the clouds are light.Spring is like a naughty little girl, sprinkled flowers in the mountains at will, without any rules, one piece in the east and one piece in the west, but the middle is filled with green grass, which is very beautiful.The mountains are undulating, and the mountains in the distance stretch for thousands of miles and meet the sky.Monkey King didn't want to be too far away from Yang Jian, so he wandered around the entrance of the cave, turning around like a headless fly, and after seventy or eighty circles, he lay on his back on the grass, looking at the blue sky.

My mind was empty, I couldn't think of anything, and I didn't know what to think.A trace of unexplainable emotions welled up in the depths of my heart, my chest was stuffy, my nose was sore, and I couldn't tell whether it was happy or unhappy.

Sun Wukong never does this.

Sun Wukong held his chest and heart, closed his eyes, and said to himself: "I am cursed, I will definitely be cursed by him, the curse that cannot be broken..."

When he opened his eyes, the sky was still blue, and the wind blew the hair on his head.Thinking that the man might still be waiting for him with loose hair, Monkey King jumped up from the ground.Just took a step, and stopped again: I still don’t know how to comb my hair when I go back, why don’t I practice on myself first.

Just do what you want, Sun Wukong turned into a human form, and the tight ring turned into a golden forehead, which was still firmly attached to his head.I found a clear river nearby, and started to pull my hair facing the river.Since Journey to the West, I have been in the form of a monkey, and I have long forgotten how to comb my hair.After spending a long time, I managed to pull a simple bun, shook my head, and let it go again.After working for a long time, the sun moved to the center, and Monkey King succeeded.Tear off the hem of the placket, use it as a hair tie, and tie it on.He lowered his head and looked at himself reflected in the river.

With a round face, golden eyes, and two faint dimples around the lips, he looks like a 16-year-old boy.

Why does this look a bit wrong...

Sun Wukong looked over and over for a while.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

Standing up, before leaving, I accidentally glanced at the reflection on the water.

The golden eyes reflected the light as bright as the sun.

Monkey King finally understood what was wrong.

It would be perfect if the eyes were black, um, that person has black eyes, how pretty.

Sun Wukong felt that the golden eyes on his face seemed awkward.If there is a pair of black eyes in the next life, it is a pity that this life is doomed from birth... Wait, birth?Why is there no memory of birth?

Head hurt violently.

Monkey King quickly forbade himself to think.The more times I have headaches, the more I get used to not thinking about some things.

I don't know if that person is angry...

Monkey King took a big step and walked into the cave.

Until a long time later, Sun Wukong was regretting why he had to stay by the river for so long that day, why he didn't go back earlier, he shouldn't even leave, if he didn't leave, that thing wouldn't have happened.

In fact, this matter is really not a big deal.But if you say it doesn't matter, it's not like that.In short, when Sun Wukong changed his appearance by the river and practiced combing his hair, a small thing happened to Yang Jian.

Monkey King was still thinking about how to apologize all the way, and when he entered the cave, he saw Yang Jian not far away, with his back to him, bent over, packing up the simple bed that Monkey King had made earlier.

Sensing Monkey King coming in, Yang Jian straightened up and turned around.

Monkey King froze immediately.

Yang Jian even smiled.

Sun Wukong couldn't understand how he could still laugh in this situation.

"You changed into a human form? Very good. You came back so fast, you came back as soon as I finished my hair." He said with a smile.

Sun Wukong was dumbfounded, pointing at Yang Jian's head, unable to say a word.

"I shaved my head bald." Yang Jian stroked his smooth round head, "Look, does it look good this time?"