Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Chapter 52

Yinjiao escaped, and the three mountains pressing on Monkey King disappeared naturally.Yang Jian had no time to chase after the escaped Yinjiao, the monkey lying on the ground was much more important than Yinjiao.

I haven't seen each other for 500 years, and the moment I met him was when he had a headache.Yang Jian only hated himself for not coming earlier.

Sun Wukong curled up all over, closed his eyes tightly, and his face showed pain.Sweat smeared his face.Even in a coma, he kicked and twitched from time to time, as if he had a nightmare.Sun Wukong's spine was almost completely shattered, and when Yang Jian touched him a little, he would tremble in pain, but he didn't make a sound, but bit his lower lip tightly, and only occasionally took a big breath when the pain was severe.

Yang Jian held Monkey King carefully, trying not to touch his wound, and took him to a cave.In the depths of the cave, a thick withered grass was laid, and the coat was taken off on the mat, and then Monkey King was put on it.

As soon as his body hit the ground, Monkey King shivered in pain.

Yang Jian made Sun Wukong lie on his stomach, took off his clothes, wiped the wound medicine he brought with him on his back, gave him his true energy, and connected the broken bones.After a while, Sun Wukong's panting calmed down. Yang Jian was so tired that he sweated through his clothes, dressed Monkey King, and sat on the side to guard him.

Sun Wukong was lying on his side, his chest heaved slightly, his frown was slightly relaxed, and the situation was much better.

Yang Jian looked at his appearance, and to be honest, he really couldn't tell whether Sun Wukong had changed over the years.

He had rarely seen Monkey King's monkey form before.It seems that except for Monkey King who was a monkey in the first duel, the rest are all 16-year-old boys.The Sun Wukong in Yang Jian's impression is a boy who jumps out of the vortex with a smile and a smile, not a fluffy monkey.

Now is the chance to take a good look at him.

Looking left and right, it is not much different from an ordinary monkey.

Yang Jian reached out and stroked his yellow fur, um, it's warm in winter... It's okay to warm your hands, it's definitely better than a tiger skin blanket...

His fur is much softer than expected, Yang Jian can't put it down when he touches it.Stretch five fingers and stroke along the hair.Occasionally tugging, patting, playing addictively.In fact, Yang Jian has always liked small animals, otherwise he would not have saved Xiao Tiangou back then.The monkey in front of him looks cuter than Xiaotiangou, especially when he is asleep, he looks like an innocent and innocent child.

child?The former Monkey King may have been a child, but after experiencing so much pain, will he still retain the most authentic child-like purity?

Yang Jian's hand stopped, his eyes dimmed.

"Cough..." Sun Wukong coughed in his sleep, and Yang Jian patted him on the back to help him breathe. He didn't put his hand down until he fell asleep again.

The blood on the corner of his mouth had already been wiped clean by Yang Jian, and his brows were knit together again, as if he refused to relax in his sleep.The hoop was firmly around his head, controlling him like an invisible hand.

Sun Wukong should be supernaturally powerful and omnipotent, and he shouldn't be so weak and weak on the ground as he is now.

"I said, I will never let you suffer again." Yang Jian gritted his teeth secretly, "No matter what the price is, I will restore your memory and mana..."

Tathagata imprisoned Sun Wukong's mana with a tight ring. In the past three years of Journey to the West, Monkey King has struggled to fight monsters. For example, the monster Silver Horn King today, if it was Monkey King 500 years ago, he would be able to defeat him without any effort. was seriously injured by it.

Yang Jian stroked Sun Wukong's head lightly, with an indescribable distress and tenderness in his eyes.

Occasionally, he caught a glimpse of a red thread protruding from Sun Wukong's neck, Yang Jian pulled out the red thread gently, his eyes fell on the jade pendant tied at the top, and he couldn't move away.

"Hang up the jade pendant. I haven't had a family since I was a child. I don't know what a family is like. Can I be your family?"

The words are still in my ears.

It's a pity that things are different...

No!Things are right and people are wrong, although Sun Wukong doesn't remember, he is still alive, isn't he?

As long as you live there is hope.

Yang Jian stroked Monkey King's cheek.

"I will definitely let you jump out of Tathagata's palm, and I will definitely win the game of Journey to the West. I want all beings in the three realms to live according to their own wishes, and be peaceful and happy forever." Yang Jian lowered his head and whispered in Monkey King's ear. Say, "I swear."

Sun Wukong suddenly moved, and Yang Jian immediately straightened up and stared at him intently.

His eyelids trembled slightly.

Yang Jian's heart raised, is he going to wake up?He doesn't recognize me anymore, what will he say to me?What am I going to tell him again?Yang Jian became nervous, so nervous that he didn't dare to look at Monkey King, he wanted to escape, but he didn't want to miss the moment when he woke up.So his eyes drifted, his palms were sweating, and it was the first time he was so flustered.Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, Erlangshen, who didn't change his face, couldn't even breathe normally at this moment. He held his breath and waited for him to wake up. He didn't know what he should do.

The eyes that had been seen countless times in the dream gradually opened.

Yang Jian was stunned——

Those were a pair of golden eyes, bursting out with golden light like the sun, and their eyes were like lightning, piercing and radiant.

The bright black eyes that appeared in the dream disappeared, and these golden eyes always reminded Yang Jian of what had happened.

For a moment, Yang Jian was so distressed that he could hardly restrain it.

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes, saw the surrounding scene clearly, and his eyes fell on Yang Jian. "Your Excellency is..."

He called him sir...

Yang Jian took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress his troubled mood, and replied, "God Erlang." Looking at Monkey King's expression, he said again, "Do you want to say why my surname is Er?"

"Ah! How do you know?"

Yang Jian smiled without saying a word, and patted Monkey King's head very naturally.I thought, no matter how long it takes, some things will never change.

Sun Wukong was annoyed, thinking that this person was so rude, he touched his head when they first met, and wanted to reprimand him, but Yang Jian had already finished touching his head, so he withdrew his hand and asked, "Is there any discomfort?"

Sun Wukong immediately forgot that he was going to scold him, and only said: "Back hurts."

Yang Jian lifted Sun Wukong's shirt, looked at it, and said, "You are recovering well, your bones are growing, and you may feel a little pain." Yang Jian put down his skirt, and smiled gently, "It will be fine in a while, bear with it for a while." Forbearance." His tone was very gentle and soft, and his voice reminded Sun Wukong of the glutinous rice cakes he had eaten before... I heard that Erlang was ruthless, is he actually such a gentle person?Sun Wukong was a little unaccustomed to Yang Jian talking to him like this, and he was a little greedy for this tone.

"Do you want a drink?" It was still a soft voice.Hearing that Sun Wukong seemed to have a small hand scratching in his heart, he nodded unconsciously.After Yang Jian brought the water to his mouth, Monkey King didn't even think about when he said he wanted to drink water?Besides, even if you drink water, you don't need to feed it, right?I hurt my back and not my hands. Have we gotten to know each other well?But the water had already been brought to his mouth, and it would be hypocritical to evade again. Monkey King has always been bold, so he didn't think too much, and just opened his mouth.

Yang Jian fed Sun Wukong half a bowl of water, wiped the corners of his mouth, and helped him lie down on his side.In Sun Wukong's memory, he has never been served like this before, and he was made weird by Yang Jian, but also sweet. He couldn't tell what happened, but fortunately, he didn't forget to ask the real thing: "Where is this? What about the bald people? Oh , I am asking Tang Sanzang."

"I don't know. I only saved you. They must be still there." Yang Jian knew that Yinjiao and Jinjiao had always been inseparable. Since King Yinjiao appeared, King Jinjiao must be nearby, maybe Yinjiao After leading Sun Wukong away, the King of Golden Horn arrested Tang Seng and others, but at the moment it was inappropriate to say much to the seriously injured Monkey King, he just said: "This is a cave I found. There is a hot spring in it, which can heal you. internal injuries."

"Where's the monster I'm carrying?" Sun Wukong asked.

"Let him go."

"Why not kill him?"

Yang Jian frowned: "Not all monsters have to be killed."

Sun Wukong also frowned, and Yang Jian interrupted what he wanted to say: "Forget it, let's not talk about this." Although Yang Jian knew that Monkey King's memory had been modified, he would still be sad when he faced it. The demeanor of the demon king.

Monkey King said: "Why did you save me?" Monkey King spoke in a vicious tone.Yang Jian is a delicate and transparent person, and he can tell what Monkey King is thinking by just listening. "You don't want to admit defeat and run away? Or don't you want to owe me?"

Sun Wukong glared at him viciously.

"The first one is not a big deal. If you lose this time, come back next time. If you are alive, you will win one day." Yang Jian was with Monkey King, and he also thought of joking, "It is extremely difficult to lose for a lifetime. I think you I still can't do such a difficult thing. As for the second item..." Yang Jian lowered his head and didn't look at Monkey King, "I owe you in the first place."

Monkey King said: "What do you owe me? Why can't I remember."

Yang Jian raised his head, Sun Wukong couldn't understand the emotion in his eyes. After a while, he recovered into a clear light, and changed the subject: "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Sun Wukong was really tired, he was seriously injured this time, and he was exhausted after only a few words.Closing his eyes, he could still feel the man's scorching gaze on him.Sun Wukong tried his best to calm his breath, thinking about nothing, looking for sleepiness, after a while he still couldn't fall asleep, and opened his eyes angrily: "You look at me, how can I sleep?"

Yang Jian froze for a moment when he heard the words, as if he didn't know how to answer the question most properly, his eyes faltered, and there was a hint of embarrassment that his secret thoughts were being seen through.

"Look at me, I can't sleep at all." Monkey King said.

"This..." Yang Jian thought, why is this monkey still so unreasonable after 500 years? It's really hard to change his nature. It seems that his childishness can't be changed in this lifetime.Yang Jian turned his head away, "I won't watch it, you go to sleep."

After a while, Sun Wukong said again: "If you don't look at me, I can't fall asleep!"

Yang Jian's temper was so good when he was facing Monkey King, he turned around and said, "Then what do you say? You are injured so badly, you must sleep and rest."

"Sing me a little song to lull me to sleep."

Yang Jian felt that the thinking of this monkey was different from that of ordinary people. "I'm not very good at singing."

"Who cares if you can sing or not, anyway, I want to hear it." Sun Wukong didn't feel that there was anything wrong with talking like this to someone he met for the first time.

Yang Jian was at a loss, coughed, and was about to sing, and glanced at Monkey King, who was waiting, "Cough..." Yang Jian coughed again.

"Sing?" Sun Wukong dissatisfied, "What are you coughing?"

"I only know one song."

"Quick, quick, just listen to this song!" Sun Wukong said anxiously, took a few breaths, and stared at Yang Jian with bright eyes without blinking.Under such gaze, Yang Jian couldn't say any words of rejection.In fact, Yang Jian has never refused Sun Wukong's request. From before to now, he always has a kind of unconscious pampering and even indulgence towards him.

Yang Jian doesn't want to sing this song, it carries too many memories.The weight of the memory made it difficult for him to breathe.I thought I could forget it if I didn’t think about it, but one day I suddenly found out that something is in your heart, just like carving it on a stone with a knife, whether you want it or not, it exists, neither birth nor death, increase or decrease.

Forgetting is really a kind of happiness.

Especially when the people in the story are either dead or forgotten, and only you can remember, the person who forgets can be said to be extremely happy.At this time, it seems cruel to turn over the memories over and over again.

The lying monkey was still looking at him with shining eyes.

Yang Jian sang in a low voice: "There is a mountain in the distance..."

Yang Jian seemed to see at the foot of the mountain, a magnificent woman picked up a little girl with a smile, and greeted him, "Erlang, don't go crazy with Dalang, come back for dinner!"

"There is a tree on the hill..."

Two teenagers were swinging on a tree, swinging back and forth, a middle-aged man stood behind them and pushed them, and the faces of the three were filled with warm smiles.

"There is a thatched hut under the tree, and the family lives in it..."

Five people sat around the dining table, each stretched out a hand, overlapping each other, and the wind chimes under the eaves jingled.

"There is a cloud in the sky..."

An innocent boy with a round face and dark eyes asked with a smile, what's the next sentence?Tell me, you have sung to your third sister, and I want to listen too.

"Slowly dissipating into fog..."

Heavenly Palace, Demon Slaying Terrace, snowflakes flying, the sky and the earth are boundless, a skeleton frame on the Demon Subduing Pillar broke free from the fairy rope, bent the two fingers in the middle of the food, and forcefully pulled out two bloody eyeballs, then turned the bloody face to the The gods around looked around... A hoarse voice full of hatred resounded in the wind and snow—it was my Sun Wukong who had blind eyes and saw you wrong!

"The winds of the earth are chasing..."

At this moment, Yang Jian hated his photographic memory very much.

Scenes of the past flashed before my eyes, colorful happiness and pale pain passed alternately, and in the end only the dark Temple of Zhenjun stood alone, depressing and cold, without the slightest popularity, standing like this until the end of time In the end, there will never be light.

"All right, all right, stop singing." Sun Wukong stopped, "Singing so badly, I was scared out of my spirit by you!"

Yang Jian returned to reality from his memory, "Is it hard to hear?" After being interrupted by Monkey King, he finally pulled out of the painful memory.

"It's hard to hear." Sun Wukong said seriously, "It's even worse than the bald man's song."

Yang Jian was silent for a while, and said bitterly: "Sun Wukong, I loved you very much at first, but now I feel that I will love myself more in the future. How can you do this?"

"How am I?"

"Sleep!" Yang Jian stood up and walked away.

Monkey King laughed behind Yang Jian's back.

what a weirdo...

Close your eyes.

What's even more strange is myself, it's obviously a stranger I met for the first time, why do I have a sense of familiarity with him?Even speaking inadvertently is out of proportion.

Recalling the way that person sang just now, he was so sad, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

"Really..." Sun Wukong muttered before going to bed, "Why are you sad, even if the sky falls, I will support you..."