funbook-pk Chapter 94: Emerging from Seclusion and Meeting Friends, Nezha, Maitreya, and Jin Chanzi
Chapter 94: Emerging from Seclusion and Meeting Friends, Nezha, Maitreya, and Jin Chanzi
The backyard of the Yang residence.
Several deep scratches were visible on the window frame.
The rustling sound was like the sound of a little mouse.
Yang Jiao looked up and saw the little guy hiding in the corner. After two years of growth, Yang Jian now had a resemblance to the future Erlang Shen Zhenjun in his features, looking clear and extraordinary.
Overwhelmed with emotion, she beckoned to him and called out:
"Erlang, come quickly."
Yang Jian's face remained expressionless, but his dark eyes sparkled with extreme pleasure.
Deep down, I let out a sigh of relief. My sister had found out. Well, I guess I'll just have to reluctantly go over there.
He walked very fast, and when he was halfway there, he slowly raised his arms, as if he wanted to join the happy family.
Yang Tianyou turned to look at his son and said happily:
"Erlang, come and hug your mother."
Yang Jian was even happier inside.
Jian'er is here!
"You're going to be a big brother!"
After Yang Tianyou finished speaking,
Yang Jian paused, his arm stiffened, the smile vanished from his face, and he turned around.
Jian'er is gone...
Waaaaah,
After two years of meditation, Erlang returned home to find himself a happy elder brother.
Seeing Yang Jian's departing figure, both Yang Tianyou and Yao Ji felt a little flustered.
I thought the arrival of a new member to the family was a happy event, but I forgot to care about the child's mental well-being.
Yao Ji looked at her daughter and thought that she had never asked Yang Jiao if he was willing to share his parents' love with his siblings before Jian'er was born.
She looked at the sensible Yang Jiao with a touch of pity and asked:
"Jiao'er, do you like Jian'er?"
Yang Jiao looked at her mother with a puzzled expression and said with a smile:
"Of course I like him, he's my brother!"
From the very first day I arrived in this mythical world, I had been looking forward to his birth. I was willing to risk all my magic power for his birth, even if it meant dragging myself down with him, because he dared to go to heaven to steal peaches when he was thirsty.
How could Yang Jiao not like her own younger brother?
Looking towards the direction Yang Jian ran out the door, Yang Jiao said anxiously:
"Mother, Jian'er is young but thoughtful. I'll go and coax him first."
Yang Jian was at a loss for words to explain his unease. In the past, his older sister was not often at home, and he enjoyed his parents' wholehearted love. Now that he suddenly learned that another child was going to be born, wouldn't his status be lowered again?
He squatted down in front of the weeds, pulled one out, and prayed to heaven:
"May my mother give birth to a younger brother."
Another pull, and he bowed to the earth, saying:
"If I have a younger brother, I can beat him up."
Girls are all too strong, he'd better not have a sister.
Take this older sister, for example!
Yang Jiao looked at the little figure squatting there like a ball of fluff, walked over and squatted down next to him, and began to pull up weeds with one hand, saying:
"Jian'er, why don't you want a younger brother or sister? When you were in your mother's belly, your older sister was so happy."
Listen, Yang Jian's ears twitched.
He was a little confused.
What did the older sister say again?
How come I heard "When you were in Mommy's belly, your sister was so happy"?
Yang Jian's brows and eyes relaxed, but he still secretly turned his body to the side so his sister wouldn't see his expression, and continued to pluck at the tree with his head down, saying casually:
"I'm not unhappy at all. I just haven't weeded in two years and I'm a little itchy."
"Oh~"
Yang Jiao stared at the bright red ear without exposing him, and after helping him pull up a large pile of weeds in a few quick movements, she suggested:
"Weren't you curious about the three-headed, eight-armed creature last time? Would you like to see it? I'll take you."
Upon hearing that he could go out to play, Yang Jian immediately forgot about his mother having another child.
Although she still refused to say a word of comfort, her small hand, still stained with the juice of weeds, slowly climbed up and grasped Yang Jiao's right hand.
amount……
Yang Jiao closed her eyes tightly.
Suppressing the urge to remove that dirty little hand, I kept telling myself:
"My dear brother, my dear brother, I'll just have to wait two more years until he grows up and stops liking to play with grass."
Be patient...
Yang Jiao picked up Yang Jian and placed him on the side of her Emperor brand tricycle, then climbed on herself.
Just as it was about to take off.
She only felt a tightness in her clothes from behind.
Yang Jiao turned to the side and looked down, her brow twitching wildly. There were five finger marks on her skirt.
Yang Jian raised his head, grabbed her with one hand, and waved the other towards the sky, saying:
"rush!"
Yang Jiao closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began to comfort herself again.
"He's still young, you can't hit him. He's my own brother, he's my own brother!"
"The world is so beautiful, yet I'm so irritable. This isn't good, it's not good..."
After a long while, I finally composed myself and soared into the sky with a powerful leap.
Yang Jian kept talking about Wuhu behind her, and Yang Jiao's mood soared.
After pedaling just one lap, the tricycle stopped atop the Longmen Gate at the mouth of the Guanjiang River. Looking ahead...
Standing firmly atop the Dragon Gate, Nezha stood on his Wind Fire Wheels, arms crossed, eyes gleaming with disdain.
In his line of sight, the two Western Christians, one tall and thin and the other short and stout, were also sizing each other up.
Yang Jiao was stunned. The day she emerged from seclusion coincided with the day Nezha finished receiving incense.
She hurried down, bringing the car to a stop right in front of Nezha, and said happily:
"It's good to see you, otherwise I would have arrived at Cuiping Mountain in a little while."
Nezha was equally excited to see his little sister whom he hadn't seen for two years. He gently stepped forward and was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed!
With an incredulous look on his face, he took several steps back, pointed at Yang Jiao, and stammered:
"You, you, you, you, you."
Yang Jiao frowned.
"What's wrong with me?"
Nezha secretly measured the height difference between the two of them and suddenly realized that Yang Jiao was actually the same height as him!
I haven't grown at all in the past two years!
The immense shock overwhelmed Nezha, and he suddenly lost his color.
Yang Jian peeked out from behind Yang Jiao, stared at Nezha for a long time, then tugged at his older sister's clothes and asked:
"He doesn't have three heads and eight arms..."
Yang Jiao was in despair.
Three claw marks on the back of the clothes!
It was both green and black.
Yang Jiao suddenly sprang to her feet, stepping onto the tricycle and leaning forward, glaring at Yang Jian with a gloomy expression, she said fiercely:
"If you touch my clothes again, I'll throw you into the river!"
Yang Jian was stunned.
Maitreya, who was below, flew up with a smile, dragging behind him another tall, thin Western Sect member who looked very unwilling.
Yang Jiao had not seen it yet, but she was thinking about it.
"Buddhism takes saving people as its mission, and its people are mostly compassionate and kind-hearted. The person in front of me seems to owe the whole world eight hundred thousand merits. Could he be the great Arhat Ananda?"
Maitreya was a frequent visitor to the mouth of the Guan River, coming twice a month and dozens of times in the past two years. He had reached the point where he could walk here with his eyes closed. This time, he was fortunate to meet Yang Jiao as he emerged from seclusion.
He patted his belly with great pride and smiled at the person next to him, saying:
"Isn't Xiaodao right? I saw magpies as soon as I went out this morning, which is a very auspicious sign. Sure enough, I ran into you, my friend."
The man chuckled, glancing at the Maitreya Buddha without even looking up, and said in a low, sidelong tone:
"Ha, you've said that thirteen times already."
"You've really got lucky, like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse."