Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Chapter 16

Sun Wukong inadvertently mentioned Huaguo Mountain, and Yang Jian became visibly nervous.Sun Wukong didn't doubt that he was with him, and hugged Yang Jian's arm tightly as comfortingly.

"You have a problem, that is, you think too much. It is said that if you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be troubled tomorrow. In the war between gods and demons, we take one step at a time. Anyway, we are still recovering from our injuries. If there is any trouble in the future, tell me Say, I will help you out; tell me if you have any enemies, and I will help you kill them. In short..." Sun Wukong lay on Yang Jian's body, nose to nose, eyes to eyes, and said, "Sun Wukong will protect Yang Jian—— I wanted to tell you this sentence when I saw you killing the Great Golden Crow in the dream."

"You can't sleep well. From now on, I will be by your side, let you eat and sleep well every day, and make you fat and fat. You always have a cold face, as if someone owed you 800 taels of silver and didn't pay it back. From now on, I will make you laugh every day, and make you wake up from your dreams with a smile all over your face." Sun Wukong pulled Yang Jian's face to both sides. "Wrinkles all over his face, hahaha, when the time comes, Zhenjun Erlang, who is known as a handsome man in the heavens, will become an old man!"

"Wukong..." Yang Jian seemed to see the sky-high fire again...

"You don't need to talk, listen to me." Sun Wukong interrupted Yang Jian, "From now on, you don't have to worry about anything, just remember one thing, that is, Sun Wukong likes Yang Jian. It hurts all the time if you like it, and you can't wait to like it Kill all the people in the Three Realms who make him unhappy, and love him so much that he is willing to know that there is no return. Monkey King has never been so stupid. But, I am willing, I am happy, and the king of heaven does not care."

Sun Wukong held Yang Jian's face, his eyes were clear.

"Sun Wukong likes Yang Jian forever."

Yang Jian didn't speak, and lay quietly on his back.Sun Wukong grabbed Yang Jian's hand and kissed his five fingers one by one.He laughed and said, "Are you very moved after hearing what I said?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I was distracted thinking about something just now." Yang Jian was in the mood to tease him, "What did you say?"

"Yang Jian!" Sun Wukong was furious, and grabbed Yang Jian's neck, "One day I will kill you, or I will be mad at you, for sure!" Monkey King moved his hands wildly, scratching Yang Jian's armpit .Yang Jian laughed and panted, pressed Sun Wukong's hand, and said, "Okay, okay, didn't you just say a lot of love words? I heard it."

Sun Wukong pinched Yang Jian's neck and rode on Yang Jian's body: "Are you moved?"

Yang Jian looked at Sun Wukong's staring eyes and furious crown, weighed the situation in front of him, and remembered an old saying: People have to bow their heads under the eaves.Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, screaming strangely.Well, bow your head and bow your head.So Yang Jian said: "Moved."

"I'm touched that you've thought about it for so long!" Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and squeezed his neck tightly.

"That's not touching." Yang Jian immediately changed his words.

"How dare you!" Sun Wukong lay on Yang Jian's body and bit his shoulder hard.

There was a bite mark on his shoulder, Yang Jian frowned and touched the tooth mark.Oh, that monkey has sharp teeth.

Yang Jian's face sank, and he said solemnly: "Wukong, I'm asking you a big question, and you must answer it honestly."

Seeing Yang Jian's serious expression, Sun Wukong also stopped joking and got off him. "What's the matter? You ask, I will never lie to you."

"Are you really a monkey and not a dog?"

It's hard for Yang Jian to be so serious when he said this.

Sun Wukong finally realized that he was being tricked by Yang Jian, and burst into a loud "ah", clenched his fist with his left hand, and hit Yang Jian.Yang Jian had been prepared for a long time, jumped out of bed immediately after saying that, turned into a puff of green smoke, and rushed out the door.Monkey King made a somersault cloud, rose in mid-air, and chased after Yang Jian.

The two chased and fled, and the fight was like a joke.Yang Jian saw that Sun Wukong's golden cudgel was all around him, but he couldn't exert all his strength, so he said dissatisfiedly, "Are you using the stick to drive away flies?"The golden cudgel turned into a ray of golden light, heading straight for Yang Jian's head.Yang Jian smiled and said: "This is decent!" He caught it with a gun.

Two people come and go, fighting inextricably.Yang Jian and Monkey King fought against each other several times while they were recuperating at the farm. It was not so much a war as a way of exchanging feelings.

The two of them gradually moved away from Wangjia Village. The so-called nodding traveled three thousand miles, and it was more than eight hundred miles to twist their waists. In the clouds and mist, they didn't know which country or border they flew to.The fight was on the rise, regardless of the morning and evening, for three days and three nights, during which there were occasional rests, and the fight got so carried away that he simply didn't eat or sleep.Sun Wukong had never fought so heartily in his life, and even shouted happily, Yang Jian also felt full of joy.

Sun Wukong tried his best and couldn't help Yang Jian. Three days later in the evening, he made a feint and jumped out of the circle. "do not fight!"

Yang Jian retracted his gun and stood still.

"I can't win!" Sun Wukong jumped over, panting, "You can't let me!"

Yang Jian knew that he would be even more unhappy if Sun Wukong was let in, so he ignored Sun Wukong's noise, shook his right hand, and put away the three-pointed double-edged gun.Sun Wukong was amazed to see it: "Where did you hide your gun?"

Yang Jian stretched out his right arm, and on his right arm was a creature as thin as a finger and like a snake. "This is the three-headed dragon. He turned into a three-pointed and two-edged spear for me to drive." "Wow, your weapon is actually a living thing!" Sun Wukong admired, "Is he like this when you are not fighting?" "Most He likes to turn into a fan in some cases, but he can turn into other things as well."

"Let him transform into Monkey King!" Monkey King got interested and touched the head in the middle of the three-headed jiao, but the three-headed jiao opened his mouth and bit at Sun Wukong.Sun Wukong dodged. "It's bloody, I like it." Grabbing Yang Jian's arm and shaking it, "Yang Jian, you give him to me, and I'll trade weapons with you! The golden cudgel is cold and hard, it's not fun at all."

Sun Wukong felt that there were many interesting things about Yang Jian, so he showed Yang Jian to him.Yang Jian couldn't help but frankly admitted that there was nothing on him that Monkey King hadn't seen.Monkey King waited for this sentence, and said: "Your wind chime is never allowed to be seen!"

The wind chime Sun Wukong mentioned was made by Yang Jian's father himself. With the blessing of Yao Ji's mana, five jade pendants of different colors are hung together, and each piece of jade pendant represents a Yang family.When the Yang family was wiped out and the father and eldest brother were killed, the jade pendant was broken into two pieces.When the mother was sunburned, the jade pendant representing the mother fell off, was caught by Yang Jian, and hung up again—this way she could pretend that the mother was still there.Now there are three pieces of jade on the wind chime, representing Yang Jian himself, his third sister Yang Chan, and his mother Yao Ji.This wind chime is usually hung under the eaves of the Tianting Zhenjun Temple. Yang Jian went down to the world to catch monsters and took it with him.Such a precious thing is naturally not revealed in front of outsiders.

Yang Jian couldn't resist Sun Wukong's softness and stubbornness. As a last resort, he took out the wind chime, shook it in front of Monkey King's eyes, and then took it back immediately, which shows how much he attaches importance to the wind chime.

Sun Wukong made a fuss for a while, but Yang Jian ignored him and hid the wind chime in his arms.

Yang Jian sat on the grass with his knees bent, his hands hugging his legs, as if he was sleepy, he put his head on his knees, and took a nap with his eyes closed.The long eyelashes are like a small black fan, casting a light shadow on the eye socket.

The setting sun casts mottled light and shadows through the leaves, and the sun dances, dances, and flies on Yang Jian's face cheerfully, bringing a sense of relaxation to the serious and serious God Erlang.The eyes that were shining brightly in the past are now closed, and the sharpness and ruthlessness in the eyes can no longer be seen. He looks very quiet and peaceful.In the golden light of the setting sun, Yang Jian, who closed his eyes, looked like a 30-year-old ordinary man, but with an attractiveness that ordinary people do not have.

Because of the posture of sitting with knees bent, a small section of white nape is exposed, and the thin blood vessels are hidden under the skin, showing a light blue color.Like a bee lured by the fragrance of a flower, Sun Wukong couldn't help but unconsciously approached.

I want to hug him and kiss him...

Sun Wukong's heart was stirring in his chest like a silkworm chrysalis about to break out of its cocoon.

Yang Jian's steady breathing sounded.He fell asleep.

Monkey King knew that it was not easy for Yang Jian to fall asleep, and it was even rarer to sleep so peacefully.So he pressed his right hand on his heart, took a deep breath, and resisted not touching it—Monkey King didn't want to wake him up.

Yang Jian's fingers holding his legs are slender and delicate, slightly transparent and whitish in the sun, covered with tiny scars, showing that the owner of the hands has suffered a lot.For a man, this finger seems a little slender.White fingers and neck, waist slightly thinner than ordinary people, showing a kind of fragility for some reason.

When Monkey King realized it, he had already touched Yang Jian's hand.

Yang Jian was awakened almost immediately.The eyes were reddish, wet with moisture, and looked up obliquely, and glanced at Monkey King.Sun Wukong's appearance was reflected in his bright eyes.

Unable to bear this look, Sun Wukong hugged Yang Jian and kissed Yang Jian's lips.It was as soft and moist as imagined... When the tongue stirred inside, the body in his arms trembled slightly, but unexpectedly, he was not pushed back. "Hmm..." Yang Jian's groan sounded like a sigh that he had never heard before.Sun Wukong immediately hugged him tighter, entangled his tongue, and explored the deeper parts of his mouth.

A hot current rushed straight to the lower body, and at the same time as the danger signal sounded, Monkey King let go of Yang Jian.

Both of them gasped for breath. This was the first time that Yang Jian accepted Sun Wukong's intimacy while conscious.

The cold wind extinguished the fire in the body, but the throbbing in Sun Wukong's heart showed no sign of dissipating.Yang Jian was in his arms, staring at himself with a blushing face...

Seeing Yang Jian look away, Sun Wukong heaved a sigh of relief, but the aftertaste of the man's gaze still made his heart beat non-stop.

The man's lips were brightened by the kiss just now, a lot redder, not as pale as usual.Perhaps it was because he had just woken up that his eyes were a little blurred and a little weak.Sun Wukong couldn't help kissing him again, hugged him from behind, leaned over, and kissed the corner of his lips gently over and over again.Although it's just a taste, it's very satisfying.It was rare for that person to resist, and he was so obedient that he was not at all like the usual Yang Jian.

Perhaps, the sleepy Yang Jian is the more real Yang Jian without the mask.

"Sleep on my lap." Sun Wukong rubbed Yang Jian's neck.

Yang Jian obediently lay on Sun Wukong's lap, closed his eyes again, and fell asleep.Even Yang Jian himself didn't realize that he lacked a sense of security and didn't like to be close to others, but he was unsuspecting of Monkey King.

Sun Wukong touched Yang Jian's black hair, his heart was full of something.

The rays of the setting sun shone on her body, giving her an unprecedented warmth.Monkey King fell in love with the setting sun ever since.

The singing of the birds was extremely joyful, and Monkey King was afraid that the birds would disturb Yang Jian, so he wanted to kill them, but he couldn't bring up the slightest intention to kill them.

Happiness came quietly, and I didn't even bother to say hello before I came.

Sun Wukong looked at Yang Jian who was sleeping on his lap, and felt that he had nothing else to ask for in this life.

Many years later, Sun Wukong still clearly remembers the situation at that moment.

At that time, the sun hung in the sky like a big golden sesame seed cake, the sky was very blue, the white clouds were very white, and the birds were chirping and singing.Yang Jian stretched his body, pillowed on his lap in a big character shape, and slept deeply.The wind blew over, causing Yang Jian's hair to wrap around his hand, so he quietly clenched it tightly, and for the rest of his life, he would never let go.