[Lotus Cake] The whole world knows that I am chasing you

Yang Jian and his younger sister Yang Chan are the only gods who don't live in Tiangong.He lives in the main temple of Erlang God in Guanjiangkou.The younger sister is in the Sansheng Niangniang Temple not far from the main temple.Since being crowned as Erlang Zhenjun, when Yang Jian became a god, there are only three things left to do: take a walk with a white roaring dog named Heizi, see what Yang Chan is doing, and be Nezha's bitter water jar, Listen to him talking about his chance meeting with the mortal lady who disappeared.

Now he has a fourth thing. I don't know when it started. He is obsessed with the play "Guankou Shen" in the troupe three miles away.Although this is called Guankou God, it is not him who is praised, but a water god imagined by mortals to keep the wind and rain in order.The two realms of demons and demons are so well guarded by the dragon clan, and the six realms are so auspicious and peaceful that the mortal realm doesn't even know that the dragon clan is the king of the water clan under the control of Xingyun and rain.

Yang Jian discovered this play by accident while watching "Legend of the White Snake" with Yang Chan.Yang Chan likes "Legend of the White Snake", it's a transgression between a monster and a monster, and a forbidden love, just thinking about it makes her face blush and her heart beat.Yang Jian was bored watching it, and said to himself, isn’t the saddest transsexual love happening around me? Look at Nezha, who looks unparalleled on the surface. How sad and sad it would be to lose yourself in this place without knowing it, and to be in a daze for 3000 years.

After "Legend of the White Snake" ended, Yang Chan snorted, pointed to the playlist and said, brother, here is a play that sings about you.

Then I became curious and stayed to listen to one more play.After listening to it, I realized that it had nothing to do with me. I only had the Tao in my heart. Stupid mortals, with short-sighted eyes, can only see what is in front of them.After the contempt passed, the next day I still couldn't help but come over and listen to it again, and after listening to it, I despised it again.

Later, he became a frequent visitor to the troupe, and only watched "Guankou Shen".He doesn't sit in the auditorium, but sits next to the stage musicians with Heizi in his arms. It doesn't matter if ordinary people can't see him.He sat in that position all the year round, and because of his aura, it turned into a blessed place.If the disciples of Liyuan pass by here accidentally, and get some blessings, they will definitely become famous in the future and become a famous actor of the generation.

Except for the dan roles in "Guankou Shen".With a beautifully painted face and a graceful figure, he was a slender and delicate man on the stage, but off the stage.

Because of listening to a lot of plays, Yang Jian also became familiar with him, seeing that he has achieved many famous roles in the troupe, only this little female role, half-warm, as always, ups and downs in "Guankou Shen".With people coming and going around her, Xiao Huadan still hangs her voice, dresses up, and goes on stage every day, without worrying about her future at all.

If things go on like this, he doesn't worry, but Yang Jian does.Changing positions every day, walking around Xiaohuadan, hoping that Xiaohuadan will also get some of her blessings, and from then on, she will rise to the top and be admired by thousands of people.But Xiaohuadan seemed destined not to be successful, and every time she could cleverly avoid the blessed place that Yang Jian carefully designed for him. There were several times, even just a few centimeters away, when her foot was about to step in, but at the next moment, she was caught by someone else. The voice shouted over, a foot of blessed land, in the end became empty.

Mortals are ignorant, and it is really hard to carve out rotten wood.Yang Jian regretted that he actually admired that little Huadan and felt that he was worthy of being sought after by many people.

On this day, he was holding Heizi in the troupe as usual, with his eyes closed, his knuckle fingers combed Heizi's long hair carefully, listening to the lyrics that were so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with, the next scene was Xiao Huadan dancing with long sleeves, swaying Looking up to the sky and worshiping the God of Guankou with tears in his eyes, his singing is delicate and melodious, full of affection.

Suddenly there was a headache-inducing voice in the air, calling him Senior Brother, quite urgently.

Yang Jian frowned.When Nezha has trouble, he calls him senior brother. In fact, they are just masters when they were ordinary people. They belonged to Yuanshi Tianzun. , no matter how they can be regarded as cousin brothers, they recognized each other as fellow disciples in a presumptuous manner.When he was free, he would only pretend to call him Erlang Zhenjun, pretending to be indifferent.

He lightly tapped Heizi's head twice, and said, the annoying spirit has come to look for me again.

In the Shenzhu Temple, Nezha took out the picture of him and his wife kicking the shuttlecock, the fingertips holding the picture trembled uncontrollably, and displayed the picture in front of him for the 970th time.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and instinctively realized that Nezha was different this time.

Sure enough, Nezha was uncharacteristically tired, raised his vigorous face, and the first thing he said was: "Senior brother, I found him."

Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he naturally knew who he was referring to.Over the years, he has never been willing to expose Nezha's wishful thinking. Every god knows how difficult it is for a demon to be in the immortal class.If his wife can really become a fairy, how could it be possible that he has not heard from him for so many years?It's just that being a fairy has no heart or interest, he has Heizi and his sister to accompany him anyway, so what does Nezha have?It's just a pillow.Just let him go, sometimes, being muddled is not necessarily a bad thing.

He glanced at Nezha, endured it for a while, and couldn't help but said: "Which fairy is so unlucky and ill-fated that you have taken a fancy to it?"

Nezha rolled his eyes at him, took out the shuttlecock from Huagai Xingjun Mansion from his bosom, carefully placed it on the painting, his eyebrows were slightly beaming with joy in his eyes: "Senior brother, look, is this shuttlecock the same as the one in the painting?" exactly the same?"

Yang Jian glanced at it: "A mortal shuttlecock, what's so rare, I can find thousands of similar ones for you."

Nezha was full of confidence: "This one is different."

"What's the difference? They're all made of chicken feathers," Yang Jian realized something, and suddenly asked, "Or did the fairy admit that she had saluted and worshiped you before?"

"That's not true," Nezha's expression darkened, "He forgot, and he's not a fairy girl either. However, I can't even remember him 3000 years ago. He forgot me, and I deserve it."

"Forget?" Yang Jian laughed, with a hint of sarcasm, "You guys forget things too easily."

Nezha couldn't see that he didn't like him so much, Yang Jian had no heart and indifference, and definitely couldn't understand his state of mind.He is also the only god in heaven and earth who can draw with him. If not for this, he really wanted to beat Yang Jian at this time, but Nezha retorted, "Do you remember what you used for dinner three days ago?"

Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment, but he really didn't remember much.

Nezha said: "Okay, senior brother, I'm here to ask you for help. I'm a little thankful that he doesn't remember me. This is our chance to start again. Senior brother, I want to pursue him."

In fact, it's not that it's not sad, but Nezha is already full of gratitude for finding him, and dare not ask for anything else.

Yang Jian said: "Then you go, why did you come all the way to tell me this?" Anyway, I still don't know if it's the person I'm really looking for, so go and make trouble yourself.

Nezha felt a little shy.

Yang Jian was surprised and looked him up and down, is this still the prince he knew.

"I have never asked for love," Nezha said. "In the mortal world, he and I were in love with each other, and it was a matter of course. I have never experienced this step. Senior brother has lived in the mortal world for a long time and has seen a lot. I want to ask senior brother to help me out." Make an idea."

Yang Jian thought to himself, no matter how well-informed I am, I am also an old bachelor of more than 3000 years, and I have never been touched by ordinary feelings. Do you dare to use the idea I came up with?He didn't say anything after all, and pretended to be experienced: "Since courtship, the most popular trick in the drama scripts of the mortal world is to make an appointment after dusk."

Nezha listened very seriously: "What do you mean after dusk?"

"It's just to pick a beautiful evening, ask the beautiful woman out, take a walk, and talk about your longing."

Nezha nodded: "It makes sense. Then?"

"Whether the beauty shakes you or not," Yang Jian said, "If you shake it, you can take it into the room and cook it with raw rice; if you don't shake it..."

"how?"

Yang Jian racked his brains to think about the scripts his sister was reading, and finally came up with one: "There's another scene where the hero saves the beauty."

Nezha's eyes lit up, and he continued to wait for his next sentence.

"After the hero saves the beauty, you can make raw rice and cook it," Yang Jian said. "Everything remains the same, but in the end it's always cooking. Once the rice is cooked, things will be done."

Nezha was confused: "From this point of view, wouldn't it be better to have your ears scratched, and you can cook right away."

Yang Jian nodded: "That's right, this is what is often said in the mortal world."

Nezha suddenly realized, thinking that Ao Bing would definitely not do anything to him, so he needed to take an extra step: "Senior brother's words really enlightened me. But the hero saves the beauty, can you sing for me, brother? Monsters and mobs can’t help but point my fingers, so they can’t reflect my spirit, if I ask a mortal to sing, I think he can do it with a single finger.”

Nezha's words were very thoughtful, and Yang Jian couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

Nezha beamed with joy: "Senior Brother promised me? Then, Senior Brother, don't forget to cover your face. Don't let others see that I have invited the helper."

"How can I not know about this kind of thing? Don't worry," Yang Jian said, "What did you mean when you said that you are not a fairy girl?"

Could it be that if he really didn't become a fairy and was still a demon, Nezha was about to go astray as a god and demon?

Nezha blinked and pretended to be a fool: "You will know when the time comes, he is the only immortal in the heaven who is sincerely close to me."

One day in the sky, one year on the earth, when Nezha asked him to sing an opera, I don't know which year it will be.Yang Jian changed the third thing he often did in the almanac to: accompany Nezha to sing a good show about the hero saving the beauty.

After putting down the brush, he thought carefully about the dinner three days ago, and finally remembered that he didn't have dinner at all that day!