Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

A piece of handkerchief for women fell out of Sun Wukong's arms.

Yang Jian picked it up with a normal face, helped Monkey King put the handkerchief and other sundries back into the cloth bag, and watched Monkey King put it into his arms.

Monkey King didn't pay attention to this at all.

Yang Jian went back to the stove, killed the peacock, shaved its feathers, opened it, and discarded the internal organs, stuffed various condiments into the peacock's stomach, wrapped the peacock tightly with the leaves of five-flavored fruit, and buried it in the red-hot soil.

After finishing these, there is nothing to do, just wait for it to be cooked.

Yang Jian was idle, and a handkerchief appeared in front of him uncontrollably.Purple, Yunxia pattern, very delicate, good embroidery work, Yang Jian thought, also, what Sun Wukong hid in his arms, how could it be a defective product?

I have always been complacent about the jade pendant I gave him hanging around his neck, thinking that even if the monkey doesn’t remember it, the jade pendant has followed him for 500 years, no matter what, as long as I think of it, I’m very happy. Possibly a gift from someone else.Like a woman's handkerchief.How long had this thing been on him?How important is it to hide it close to your body?Maybe he didn't know that the woman's handkerchief was a sign of love, maybe Sun Wukong picked it up somewhere...Yang Jian raised his eyes to look at Zixia in the distance, and he saw that Zixia's clothes and handkerchief were made of the same material, which was the same as his own. conjectures agree.

Looking away, sitting on the grass with his arms around his knees, he suddenly felt that cooking today's meal was meaningless.

In the distance, Zixia didn't know what to say to Sun Wukong, so she reached out to take off Sun Wukong's coat, but Sun Wukong hurriedly dodged, bared his teeth at Zixia, with a bad expression on his face.Yang Jian guessed that it might be that Zixia saw that Sun Wukong's clothes were dirty and wanted to wash them for him.Sun Wukong and Zixia quarreled again, and it seemed that Sun Wukong never gave Zixia a good look.

Sometimes, the more you like someone, the more you want to annoy her.Is this how Sun Wukong expresses his love?Yang Jian thought for a while, it seemed that Monkey King was not such a person when he was in Wangjiacun, but who can be sure that Monkey King in Wangjiacun really fell in love with him instead of being confused for a while?It is against the law of heaven for a man to fall in love with a man, and love itself is illusory and the most unreliable... What's more, after 500 years, what will not change?

Some things, once missed, are missed forever, can not look back, can not regret.

Yang Jian raised his head and saw the clouds in the sky moving with the wind, and they looked different after a while. Yang Jian thought, the Monkey King of Wangjia Village is just a cloud.He has been blown by the wind of oblivion for 500 years, and finally he can't change back to what he used to be.As for Yang Jian himself, if he missed that piece of cloud, he would never be able to find it again.

So now is an opportunity.A chance to bring Sun Wukong back to the right path.

Just in time for today's commemorative day, give Monkey King a chance, and give yourself a chance.Let the two people who should not have intersected in the first place turn back into two parallel lines and get on the right track.

Yang Jian looked at Sun Wukong and Zixia, the man was handsome, the woman was pretty, even their ages seemed to be a good match, they were all about sixteen or seventeen years old.How wonderful that they are so young, not only in body but also in mind.Yang Jian stretched out his index fingers and thumbs to form a rectangular frame, and looked at Monkey King and Zixia from the frame.The combination of handsome men and beautiful women is so seductive.

After the Journey to the West is over, Yang Jian will definitely die. Even if the Tathagata let him go, Sun Wukong will forgive himself after recovering his memory, Yang Jian will also commit suicide. Huaguo Mountain has 34 lives, countless monsters killed since becoming a judicial god, Yang Jian Always give them an explanation.Yang Jian is not afraid of death, what Yang Jian is afraid of is actually living alone.Father died, eldest brother died, mother died, Sun Wukong forgot, only Yang Jian himself was left, his memory was always so clear, he refused to forget and could not die, so he had to be bitten by pain, every moment, eternal life.

If Monkey King can really fall in love with others, it is simply the mercy of God.

If Monkey King can get together with a woman in the end, then this is Yang Jian's greatest happiness and last wish.

But Yang Jian still slowly removed Zixia's figure from the frame made of fingers, leaving only Monkey King inside.

Let me take another look, just one look.Just look at you.I just want to take a peek at you, no one knows I'm looking at you...no one knows my dirty secret thoughts...

The person in the frame suddenly turned his head and shouted: "Yang Jian, look at the fire! Don't burn any more!"

Yang Jian's hand trembled, and he quickly put it down.

When he stood up, his face was already calm.No one could tell from such a calm face what he was thinking the moment before.

Yang Jian went to the fire and extinguished the firewood under the pot.It is estimated that the peacock has not been cooked yet, so I am not in a hurry to take it out.The peacock eggs that were steamed before are ready, exuding a burst of aroma.The rice was almost done too.

Monkey King's voice came: "It's so delicious! When can I eat it? I'm starving to death!"

Yang Jian walked up to Sun Wukong, touched it in his arms, "I have something to eat, if you are really hungry, eat some first..." Sun Wukong waited excitedly for Yang Jian to take out something, and frowned after seeing what Yang Jian took out. Frowning, "A candy?" Sun Wukong frowned at Yang Jian.

"You...don't you like it?" Yang Jian felt a little uneasy.

"How old am I? I still eat candy." Monkey King said.

"You used to..." There was a sudden pain in his chest, and he couldn't say anything.He couldn't tell about Sun Wukong's past, he couldn't tell his own past, he couldn't tell about the days when he grabbed candy, he couldn't tell that it was because of candy that Monkey King kissed him for the first time, he couldn't tell about those warm hugs in the dark night, he couldn't tell Not too much, so that Yang Jian suspected that even if there was no Tathagata's restraint, these words would be blocked in his throat at once, and he could not say anything... So Yang Jian put down his hand and forced a smile, "It's me I liked it before, so I thought you would like it too."

In order to prove the authenticity of this sentence, Yang Jian peeled off the candy wrapper and put the candy in his mouth.

Sweet, no matter what the circumstances, candies are always sweet and not at all bitter.So Yang Jian's smile also looked very sweet.

Sun Wukong looked at Yang Jian, and just about to say something, he heard Zixia shout: "Wukong! Where did you put your clothes?" He rushed to stop it.

Yang Jian stood there alone, watching Sun Wukong and Zixia grabbing clothes, watching, his face lost expression, and gradually turned into a statue.

The rice is done.

Everyone sat in a circle and ate the food cooked by Yang Jian.

No one commented on Yang Jian's cooking, because they were too busy to stuff their mouths, busy grabbing thinly sliced ​​peacock meat from the people next to them, and busy eating the food in their mouths. Swallow it.During this meal, everyone presents such a state: their throats are blocked, their mouths are chewed, they are held by chopsticks, they are in a bowl, and at the same time they have to keep their eyes on...

In fact, Yang Jian's cooking may not be very delicious, but it is better than two words: normal.

How difficult it is to have a normal meal while traveling west.Tang Seng and others were almost moved to tears.

This is a war without gunpowder, with tit for tat and mutual intransigence. If the chopsticks were swords, there would already be rivers of blood on the dinner table, and mountains of bones. The scene was extremely tragic.

Finally someone was full, and Zixia was the first to leave the battlefield.

Sun Wukong watched everyone get off the table one after another, and was very happy that he could eat more, only to realize that he couldn't eat anymore.Putting the bowl on the tablecloth spread on the grass, patting his swollen belly, lying back, and asking Yang Jian, "Where did you learn to cook?"

Yang Jian didn't work as hard as they did. He left the dinner table early and packed firewood for the stove not far away. "You don't need to learn. Take care of your sister when you are young. If you do too much, you will be fine."

Yang Jian's tone was calm, but Sun Wukong still heard something.When Yang Jian was young, his family was destroyed, his father and elder brother died, and his mother was crushed on Taoshan Mountain. Yang Jian led his younger sister alone, while avoiding the pursuit of the heavenly soldiers and generals, while taking care of his younger sister, and thinking about when he would learn magic to save his mother... Yang Jian was only a teenager then, right?

Sun Wukong looked back at Yang Jian, that person was busy washing dishes and collecting tablecloths. It was hard to imagine that a high-ranking god would do these things, and when he did these things, he was so natural and proficient, as if he had done thousands of things. all over.What else can a person who takes care of his younger sister independently and deals with heavenly soldiers and generals in his teens not be able to do?

Sun Wukong suddenly had an impulse, he wanted to protect him, he wanted this person to laugh all the time, he wanted this person to not have to do anything, just enjoy.Sun Wukong walked up to Yang Jian and grabbed the bowl in Yang Jian's hand, "Let me wash the dishes." Yang Jian moved quickly, and dodged as soon as he dodged, "No, you don't know how to wash dishes either, just rest, I will wash the dishes." Just come, if you are idle and bored, you can go and listen to Tang Monk’s lecture.” “I don’t want to listen to him chant sutras!” “Then you go and chat with Zixia.” “Then I might as well listen to the bald man chant sutras!”

Monkey King is gone.

Yang Jian looked up at Sun Wukong who was going away, and seemed to have made up his mind, put the bowl away, "Tang Monk, clean up, I have something to do, I'll be right back." His figure moved, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Monkey King.Yang Jian took Sun Wukong's hand and said, "Follow me!"

Sun Wukong was dragged forward by Yang Jian, and soon he couldn't see everyone, and came to a hillside.Yang Jian stopped, looked around, and forgot to let go of Monkey King's hand for a while, but when he found that Monkey King looked down at the hands of the two, he reacted and let him go hastily.Yang Jian's expression was almost shy, "It's okay if I ask you to come, I left two peacock eggs, boiled with shells." Yang Jian took out two peacock eggs, and handed the one in his left hand to Monkey King, " One of us, huh?"

Sun Wukong laughed, "Do you need to leave something for me? You even took me away on purpose, as if we were doing something shameful."

The speaker had no intention, but the listener had intention, so Yang Jian looked away.

Monkey King took the peacock egg and did not eat it, "Keep it, I was too full just now. I will save it for tomorrow."

"It will be broken tomorrow."

"No, I put it in the water, cast a spell to freeze the water into ice, and protected it with my hands all the way. If the ice doesn't melt, the egg won't break."

"Then everyone will know that I have kept something for you when they see it."

Monkey King laughed and said: "If you know it, you will know it, and they will not dare to snatch it!"

Seeing that Sun Wukong refused to eat the peacock eggs no matter what, Yang Jian felt a little sad, rubbed the eggshell with his thumb, and said in a low voice: "Actually, I just want to celebrate your birthday with you...today is my birthday."

Sun Wukong was taken aback.

The wind blew over, rolled up the white clothes on Yang Jian's body, floated up, and fell down again. Yang Jian turned around, and the white back seemed to want to ride the wind back.He took a few steps forward, held the peacock egg up to the sun, and looked up, "I haven't had a birthday for thousands of years. When my mother was here, she cooked eggs for me every birthday. Our family People sit around and eat eggs together..." Yang Jian's voice still sounded so calm, "I think I will eat peacock eggs with you today, even if this birthday is over. This is the first and last time we celebrate our birthday together .After today, I am one year older. After today, I will completely cut off the thoughts in my heart. After today, I will let go of the person in my heart..."

Yang Jian stood on the hillside with his back to Sun Wukong, surrounded by grass growing and warblers flying, birds singing and flowers fragrant, the sun was shining brightly, and the world was full of light and joy.Yang Jian's voice was calm, but there was a sense of desolation that was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe from him, as if the sun could not even shine on him.The sadness was getting heavier and heavier, lingering around him, lingering.

"It took me 500 years to think about how to save him... I realized later that the days I was with him were so happy, and I would never have this kind of happiness again." Yang Jian said, "After today I'm about to let go."

Sun Wukong rushed forward, hugged Yang Jian, and hugged him fiercely, not letting him say anything.

Yang Jian said in his arms: "Don't, the peacock egg is about to be crushed."

Sun Wukong threw Yang Jian's arm holding the peacock egg out, and continued to hug him, this time with his chest against his chest.Yang Jian was so strangled by Sun Wukong that he was almost out of breath. He wanted to push him away, and put his hands on his shoulders, but he couldn't exert any strength.The sun was too glaring, it made Yang Jian's eyes sore, his nose sore, his heart sore, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.Then this trembling hand slid down Sun Wukong's shoulder, suddenly turned horizontally, and hugged Sun Wukong tightly...

The two just hugged like this, without saying anything, without doing anything, just hugging each other, they are each other's whole world.