I, Qing Huan

Before the hot pot was finished, Nanyang received a call. Mei Zhongli's call.

Nanyang looked at the caller's name, put down his dishes, got up and walked aside to pick it up.

"Ancestor, did you bother you?" Mei Zhongli's voice sounded very tired, "Sorry, I know it's a meal now, maybe you are..."

"It's okay, what's the matter?"

"We didn't intend to let you know, but...A Zhen he..." Mei Zhongli sighed heavily, "He is critically ill."

"……what?"

"A Zhen has always been sick. I didn't tell you before. We all thought we could get better, but these days...has been diagnosed with terminal cancer. He was originally the youngest of the three of us. Who would have expected... …Ah…He may not be able to take care of you anymore. You fell ill yesterday, and he was guilty for a long time because he failed to come in the hospital bed. After careful consideration, he decided to take the time he is still awake and take care of you. To his next generation."

"Okay." Nan Yang agreed concisely, "Give me the address of his hospital, and I will go over."

"Okay, it just so happens that the heir he selected is also in that hospital. You can meet her and get to know her." Mei Zhongli said with emotion, "You will be guarded by her for decades to come."

"Yeah. Thanks for your hard work."

"We are nothing. After all, you have gone through more than three thousand years. Seeing your obsession will be fulfilled, and we must do the last thing."

From beginning to end, Nanyang couldn't bear to interrupt the inheritance of their faith. Fortunately, this is the ninety-ninth generation of Qinghuan. When she thinks of herself, she will start to grow old like a normal person. After a hundred years, these unnecessary inheritances will no longer be necessary.

Hanging up, Nanyang returned to the dinner table. Several people on the table blushed and poured milk tea into their mouths.

"Xuxue," Nan Yang took a sip of his milk tea, with no expression on his face, "We will leave after dinner."

As soon as the voice fell, several people on the table stopped.

Zhu Qinghuan and Xiaoye looked at Nanyang in surprise. Sun Xuxue asked them doubts: "Why are you leaving suddenly? Where to go?"

"Go back." Nan Yang spit out two words lightly.

"Why... why did you go back suddenly?" Zhu Qinghuan frowned.

"This time I originally came to visit the class." Nanyang put down the milk tea and drew a tissue, "Xiaotian Entertainment asked me to come over to cooperate with the hype, and now the effect has come out. I stayed for too long and was criticized instead. There is something."

"What's the matter?" Sun Xuxue blinked those simple eyes.

Nan Yang looked at her, her voice lowered a little, "You don't know what's the matter?"

Sun Xuxue was stunned for a moment. After a while, she realized what her grandfather had told her, "Oh-ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, there is something else, then... then I... do you drive back or fly?"

"Airplane, the latest flight, book tickets now."

"Great."

Sun Xuxue immediately went to make arrangements.

After Nan Yang finished the last bit of milk tea, he got up and took Sun Xuxue to the airport. When they put on their coats and left, Cheng and Xiaoye said goodbye to her briefly tomorrow night, and Zhu Qinghuan said nothing.

Nanyang installed the car keys, and after ten steps out, she suddenly felt someone pull the corner of her clothes gently.

She turned her head and saw Qing Huan pulling her finger at the corner of her clothes, subconsciously wanting to touch it, but she couldn't lift her hand. He pressed his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "...what's wrong?"

"Did you get angry with me before leaving?" Zhu Qinghuan pursed her mouth, with a tooth mark on her lower lip, "...because I just spoke to you like that, so you..."

"No, it's really something." Nan Yang explained concisely.

But what is the matter, she can't tell Qing Huanming, Liu Zhen and the others will always be unclear about the explanation, and she herself is a temperament who can't lie. Even if she knew that this would make Qing Huan's heart ridged, but there was no way. Before Qing Huan could recover her memory, she could not rashly reveal her identity.

She can’t tell her directly that I’m an ancient person more than 3,000 years ago. The people who followed me are all my disciples. You are also my disciple. But I let you die by my sword. I killed you, and I also killed your mother, your father, and your whole family. And I am looking for you now because I still want to reconnect with you.

If a normal person listens to this kind of remarks, I am afraid they will have to call the police.

"Then..." Zhu Qinghuan looked down at the ground and loosened the corner of Nanyang's clothes. His voice became softer, "When will you be back?"

Nan Yang took out the key of his Audi A4L from his pocket and put it in Qing Huan's hand, "I don't take my things from the hotel, and I will drive you my car first. I can't tell the exact time. , Try to come back years ago."

There is still one month left before the New Year.

Nan Yang paused, then asked: "During the New Year, are you going to the Spring Festival Gala?"

Zhu Qinghuan was silent for a while, and replied: "I got an invitation. But...If you come back, I won't go, and I will spend the New Year with you on the crew."

"I know."

Nan Yang nodded.

Zhu Qinghuan hesitated to take out two pieces of Socha Golden Tequila chocolate from her pocket, instead of stuffing it into Nanyang's hand, but putting it directly into her overcoat pocket, "This... I originally wanted to give it at night. You eat it. Don’t eat it right away, eat it after the plane landed, okay?"

"Good." Nan Yang promised in a low voice.

"Boss Nan, I will be late if I don't leave the plane." Sun Xuxue couldn't help but interrupt.

"Come on." Qing Huan took a step back and smiled softly towards Nanyang.

Nan Yang glanced at her deeply, said goodbye, and hurriedly left with Sun Xuxue.

Xiaoye watched Zhu Qinghuan stand there, and watched her stare at Nanyang's back, standing for a long, long time.

She thought that after Nan Yang disappeared from her sight, Zhu Qinghuan would sit down and continue eating, but she didn't. Long after Nanyang left, she still stood there, motionless, it seemed that she was greedy for the air that Nanyang had breathed.

She is very reluctant.

Xiaoye can feel her heartfelt resentment just by looking at her back.

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When Nanyang and Sun Xuxue arrived at the city hospital, it was already six in the afternoon.

Liu Zhen was placed in a separate ward in the senior inpatient department. When Nanyang entered, he was eating, and when he saw the ancestor coming, he immediately wanted to get up.

"Sit down, A Zhen." Nan Yang sat down on the stool next to the bed, "Is your health better?"

Liu Zhen subconsciously wanted to say "OK", but when the words came to his lips, only bitterness remained.

"I... I'm afraid it's not going to get better."

"..."

The corner of Nan Yang's eyes sank slightly.

"I'm sorry, ancestor, the days I have been guarding by your side... Only in these short forty years, I haven't had time to see you really get what you want..." The old voice was choked.

Forty years ago, Liu Zhen was only six years old.

Six-year-old Liu Zhen didn't know that there was a guardian, and he never knew who Nanyang was. On his sixth birthday, he secretly ran out to fetch the cake, but was lost on the road. Standing alone at the intersection was crying with fear. Suddenly, such a cold woman in a white shirt walked in front of him, touching Touched his head.

She asked, are you unable to find a home?

Liu Zhen cried and nodded, and said, sister, help me.

She said, okay, you follow me, and I will help you find your mother.

This cold woman in a white shirt walked in front, he followed behind her, his little finger pulled the corner of her dress. When she walked in front of a small vendor, she suddenly stopped, paid for two bunches of candied haws, and handed one bunch to him.

She bit the candied haws and asked, is the candied haws delicious?

His mouth was full and he nodded sharply.

She said, then stop crying, okay?

He nodded again.

He finished the candied haws in his hand and asked, sister, can you buy me another bunch?

But by then, he had already left the stall very far. The cold woman in a white shirt said patiently, and took him to find it over and over in the street. Later, he could not remember some of the details at the time, or even if they found another bunch of candied haws that day, but he always remembered her shirt hem that was blown by the breeze, like a pure and soft white cloud. The warmest reflection was cast in the young world.

He said, sister, when I grow up, can you come and marry me?

She didn't speak, but looked at the immature boy in front of her, and couldn't help bending her eyebrows.

Since then, Liu Zhen likes to see Nan Yang bend his eyebrows the most. Because she never smiles, when she finds it interesting, she will only make her eyes bend like a crescent, so restrained and gentle. He thought she was the most beautiful person in the world. Although she didn't like to talk or laugh, she was so kind to every weak person, especially to weak children. He wants to follow her, with her forever.

He thought, maybe the legendary "Qing Huan" fell in love with Nanyang in the same way.

Unfortunately, he could not send her to the end in his life.

"Old ancestor, I will trouble you to take a trip. I know that you are visiting the girl Zhu, I didn't want to..." A tear came down Liu Zhen's wrinkled eyes.

"A Zhen, don't think too much." Nan Yang interrupted him lightly and whispered, "Don't worry, I will be with you."

Liu Zhen understood what Nan Yang meant, and she would accompany him through the last part of the road.

Liu Zhen couldn't help sobbing and crying. Hearing these words, he seemed to be back when he was six years old. He was still the helpless little boy, and the woman with the same appearance in front of him was his only faith. She is still the same as she used to be, the same beauty, the same kindness, and the same will give him the greatest patience and kindness.

Nan Yang comforted him a few words softly, Liu Zhen slowly calmed down and chatted with Nan Yang about the past slowly.

Not long afterwards, Liu Zhen glanced at the phone, his eyes lit up, and said, "Ancestor, my heir has already arrived, and he said he is in the corridor outside now. Look..."

"Then I'll go out and see you, you lie down."

Nanyang stood up, covered Liu Zhen with a quilt, and then walked out of the ward.

She closed the door carefully, and when her fingers were still on the doorknob, a familiar female voice suddenly heard behind her:

"Nanyang."

Nan Yang's body shook suddenly.

The posterior molars slowly clenched.

Yes……

is her.

How could it be her?

"Why, long time no see," Jiang Banxia was behind her, with a wicked smile on the corner of her lips, "My ancestor, are you unhappy?"

Fingertips pinched the doorknob tightly, it was white.

"Why did you leave without saying goodbye? I have been looking for you for a long time," Jiang Banxia chuckled in her ear, "I spent such a great effort to find you and become your guardian, do you want to thank me for my loyalty? what?"

"Thank you?" Nan Yang's eyes were frozen, and he sneered, "Thank you for keeping me imprisoned in Australia for six years?"