The early autumn sun is reflected in the clean and elegant white pine window lattice through the gaps in the mottled leaf clusters. Yang Jian gently pushed open the door and walked into Nezha's room.

"Hey, wake up, Nezha, didn't we say we would get up early today to go fishing, why are you still lying in bed?" Yang Jian gently pushed Nezha's arm, and there was a slight reproach in his tone.

"Brother Yang, let me sleep for a while, just for a while." Nezha replied lazily, and then pulled up the horn and covered his head.

"Howling Dog." Yang Jian shouted lightly, only to see a black shadow with lightning speed, and in an instant, he jumped to Nezha's bed, opened his mouth with sharp teeth, bit the corner of the quilt, jumped violently, and pulled the quilt to the ground.

The moment the quilt was torn off, Nezha felt the glare of the bright light outside the window again, and hurriedly covered his eyes with one arm.

"I admit defeat, can't I get up now, catch a fish, why do you get up so early." Nezha sat up slowly, yawned, and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"The early bird has worms. If you get up late, the fish from the upstream will be caught by the fishermen, so hurry up and wash up, and I'll be waiting for you at the door. Yang Jian explained bitterly.

After a while, Nezha held a chicken leg in his left hand and an apple in his right hand, and stepped out of the door with lazy steps. When the Roaring Dog saw the chicken leg in Nezha's hand, he hurriedly glanced at Yang Jian first, and when the Roaring Dog found that the owner had no intention of stopping it, he jumped in front of Nezha at a gallop. The ears of the whistling dog hang deeply, and the tail is constantly waging from side to side. Nezha saw that the Roaring Sky Dog was pitiful and waiting, and he was stunned that he didn't throw half a piece of meat to it.

"Biting my quilt, I still want to eat my chicken legs, I think it's beautiful." Nezha chewed the meat and muttered, and the chicken leg in his hand deliberately shook in front of the Howling Dog.

"Alright, let's go. If it's too late, you'll have to fish for dried shrimp. Yang Jian urged.

After about a quarter of an hour, the two of them came to the gently flowing Yazhi River. From time to time, the yellowing leaves float on the surface of the river, and the morning light is beautiful.

After a while, Nezha's fish drift suddenly shook up and down, and Nezha held back the joy in his heart and carefully raised the fishing rod slowly. The moment the fish surfaced, Nezha quickly got up and quickly pulled the rod back from the side, and the fish kept writhing and struggling in the whole process, trying to get rid of the hook.

Nezha picked up the fat fish that had not had time to unhook the hook with both hands, took two steps, and showed it in front of Yang Jian.

"Brother Yang, how about it, I still got the true inheritance of Grandpa Jiang Ziya. You see, for most of the day, your fish drift hasn't even moved. Nezha grinned, the corners of his mouth extremely raised, showing off his achievements to Yang Jian. Well, why don't you speak, are you unwilling to lose. Nezha saw Yang Jian's expression of wanting to speak and stopping, and his laughter became even more wanton.

The reason why Yang Jian was silent and didn't have any gains was not because his fishing skills were not good, but because he had been deeply troubled by how to inform Nezha of his father's death and his mother's serious illness and bedridden.

Yang Jian saw that Nezha was so happy at the moment, he couldn't bear it, and said the words that had just been brewing to him. But when I thought of it, Nezha's mother was bedridden because of excessive grief, and then I thought about it. Yang Jian couldn't bear it, and finally secretly suppressed it.

"Nezha, do you feel that people's fate is sometimes like a fish, one moment it is still swimming in the water, and the next moment it becomes someone else's meal." Yang Jian didn't know how to speak, so he gave Nezha a foreshadowing in advance.

Nezha suddenly stopped laughing and looked at Yang Jian fixedly.

"Brother Yang, what's wrong with you, I feel weird about you today, you shouldn't have a fever." Nezha walked over, reached out and touched Yang Jian's forehead, and touched his own. "No, what's going on!" Nezha's brows furrowed slightly.

"Sit down, I'm going to tell you something." Yang Jian's expression was plain, and his tone was indifferent and sad.

"What's the matter? So serious! Nezha scratched the back of his head and muttered.

"A month ago, I received a report from Chang'an, which said that General Li Jing he..."Yang Jian said hesitantly, but the expression on his face was still plain.

"What's wrong with my father, Brother Yang, don't talk about it, tell me quickly, what's wrong with my father?" Nezha began to become anxious, his face full of doubts and anxiety.

"Your father, he's dead." Yang Jian finally spoke, and his heart was also tingling at that moment.

Nezha suddenly stood up after listening to Yang Jian's words. "Impossible, my father led his troops to exterminate the demons in the Western Regions a month ago, how could he die in a good manner, just a few little monsters, how could he hurt him! This must be a misunderstanding, Brother Yang. Nezha stared at Yang Jian with an aggrieved look, his eyes were full of longing, longing that what Brother Yang said was a joke and a misunderstanding...

"Your father was attacked by people when he was returning to Chang'an, and he died for the loyalty of the Tang Dynasty, and he died a well-deserved death. When your mother heard the bad news, she was bedridden. Yang Jian continued, he couldn't bear to speak, but Nezha, as an only son, he must learn to accept the tribulations of these families, these cruel baptisms given by fate. Tomorrow, I'll send you back to Chang'an. Yang Jian approached Nezha and gently put his right hand on Nezha's shoulder.

Nezha thought that in the past month, the people around him suddenly cared for him abnormally, and it was only at this moment that he finally believed in this fact. I saw Nezha hanging his head, and teardrops like beans rolled down his immature face and soaked the vamp.

"Dad, the child hasn't seen you for the last time, why can't you bear to leave me and my mother... You haven't seen Zhar grow up and get married, why did you leave... Za'er has never brought you a glass of wine," Nezha choked up.

Suddenly, Mengqi's honest but eager voice came from afar, Yang Jian turned around and looked into the distance, his expression was inexplicably puzzled. When Meng Qi came to Yang Jian panting, Yang Jian asked eagerly, "What's going on, so flustered?" ”

Meng Qi quickly slowed his breath and opened his mouth to say: "Oh no, no, there are traces of demons in the north of our place of origin, and there seem to be many of them." ”

"How do you know?" Yang Jian was full of confusion, what did the demon clan do here.

"The man who went up to hunt in the mountains fled back and told me that he saw it with his own eyes." Mengqi explained.

When Nezha heard the word demon, his eyes were full of sadness and loneliness, and he suddenly became angry. With his fists clenched, he ran wildly in the direction of the mountain, shouting, "I want to avenge my father!" ”