I, Qing Huan

Nanyang didn't stay in Mei's for too long, and left after a while. Mei Zhongli gave her the key to Mei's villa and asked the secretary to send her home.

Sure enough, she only left on the front foot, and Zhu Qinghuan entered the Meishi Garden with the back foot. Mei Zhongli asked Liu Zhen and Sun Guohui to leave first, called Zhu Qinghuan into his office, and chatted with her alone.

"Uncle Mei..." Zhu Qinghuan took the initiative to speak.

Mei Zhongli sat down calmly and interrupted her calmly, "Girl, I know what you want to say. Your father called me and said that you left home after arguing with him last night. I ran away, did this happen?"

The words that Zhu Qinghuan had prepared were all blocked by Mei Zhongli's preemptive strike. She pursed her lips and nodded: "Yes."

Mei Zhongli motioned to his assistant to pour a cup of coffee for Zhu Qinghuan, stroking his beard and chuckles: "Have you seen Nan Yang?"

"No. Has she already returned?" Zhu Qinghuan frowned.

Mei Zhongli nodded, knowing it clearly, it seems that the ancestor in the morning didn't tell Zhu Qinghuan her identity. He guessed and guessed that the boring temperament of the ancestor must be a problem that can be solved with one word and never say two words.

"She just came back today, and she should be on her way home now. Prepare yourself and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register your marriage with her tomorrow afternoon."

I wish Qinghuan startled.

Ming... tomorrow?

Is it so urgent?

"Uncle May, I...actually I..." The refusal was squeezed to his mouth with difficulty, and he was about to spit out.

Mei Zhongli seemed to be able to penetrate her mind, and slowly said: "Girl, Nanyang is a very good person. You will be very happy if you marry her. We, Mei, wish the two families have good friendship for so many years. You get married. It will only make the friendship between our two families deeper. If your father and I become relatives, it will be much easier to help him in the future. Of course, it will be much easier to help you."

Zhu Qinghuan gritted his teeth and dared not say more.

How could she not hear the threat hidden in Mei Zhongli's gentle words?

What he meant was obviously that if you marry obediently, you will have good fruit in your family. If you don’t obey, I will show you the fact: I’m very light when I help you, and when I destroy you Very light.

When she was young, she always thought that Dad and Uncle May were very good friends, so the relationship was so close. However, when she grew up, she discovered that only people of equal status are worthy of being friends. Dad is just a little person who is reluctant to take advantage of the benefits that May brings him, and is eagerly trying to get along with Mei Zhongli. And she is the destined victim in this "rubbing relationship".

But what can she do? She doesn't care about her career in acting, don't let Mei Zhongli take the various awards that her relationship has helped her win, and give up the great resources that Mei Zhongli has given her. But can she care about the life and death of her parents?

If the Mei Group wants to crush Dad's small company, it is as simple as trampling an ant to death.

In the past few years, I wish my family had a good life under the blessing of Mei, and the family is also rich. Mom and Dad are used to such a generous life. If because of one's own self-willedness, the Zhu family and the whole family are going to lose, how can parents get used to the days of poverty?

The courage she had accumulated for a long time was easily disintegrated by a few words of Mei Zhongli.

From birth, the tone of her destiny has been written. Being kept in captivity, confined, shackled.

She can't resist, nor can she resist, just like an ant's arm can never lift a human's foot.

"Tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, I will ask the driver to drive to pick you up to the Civil Affairs Bureau." Mei Zhongli's indifferent voice seemed to be sentenced to criminal law, "Remember to wear a white shirt and put on a beautiful makeup. You are going to take a wedding tomorrow. This photo will be the only wedding photo in your life."

Zhu Qinghuan lowered her head, her nails sinking into her palm.

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When Nanyang arrived at the new house, it was just the meal. She opened the security door, changed shoes at the entrance, and watched the takeaway with her mobile phone.

Suddenly a young girl in an apron hurriedly rushed over from the kitchen, with delicate features and clear eyes, and her white forehead was covered with oily sweat. Seeing Nanyang, she looked surprised, and she was about to kneel down holding the spatula:

"Meet the old..."

Nanyang held her arm, "No need to salute."

"Old ancestor, you, you are back, the meal is about to be ready, I will..." The girl suddenly remembered something, "Yes, forgot to say, my name is Sun Xuxue, my grandpa is Sun Guohui, grandpa asked me To take care of you."

Nanyang is a little confused. Her identity is a secret. Generally speaking, Mei Zhongli and the others will not tell her family easily.

Sun Xuxue frowned when she saw Nanyang, and immediately explained: "I am the 66th-generation heir chosen by my grandfather. Grandpa said that after his death, I will protect you."

Nan Yang nodded, and said, "You don't have to be so polite, just as good as my peers."

"No," Sun Xuxue shook his head solemnly, "Grandpa told me since childhood that you are a more important person than your loved ones and loved ones. You can't be presumptuous, rude, or rebellious when you treat you. How can I be worthy of your peers?"

Nan Yang couldn't help sighing.

Three thousand years ago, she obtained immortality by forbidden technique. Her three direct disciples feared that their beloved Master would have any accidents after they died, so they came up with such a bad idea: find a successor for each, and use almost brainwashing methods to make Master the faith of these successors and become them. The God in their hearts becomes the only meaning for them to live, and then let the descendant find the next descendant, and so on. Sometimes Nanyang is curious as to what method Yuntang and the others have used to extend this set of brainwashing teaching for dozens of generations until today.

"Are you eating now? Or take a rest?"

"Let's eat now." Nanyang walked to the dining table, turned over two glasses, and asked casually while pouring water, "Did your grandfather talk to you about me?"

"Of course there is."

"...What did he say to me?"

"Grandpa said, you are a person who doesn't like to talk very much, but you are actually very nice, especially kind." Sun Xuxue put one plate after another of hot dishes on the table, "About your past, he told me Over 3,000 years ago, when you accidentally picked up a six or seven-year-old beggar when you were out, you brought her back to Beipu as your youngest apprentice, the uncle Qing Huan. Master Qing Huan grew up to ten. At the age of seven, when you fell in love with you, you hesitated and escaped, but in the end you chose to disobey the yin and yang conventions and became a couple with her. Later, by coincidence, Beifang found out that she belonged to the evil sect of Burning Heaven. Young Master, more than ten years ago, the Northern Punishment and other decent parties massacred her whole family, making her an orphan under the fence. Since then, the uncle Qinghuan has betrayed the Northern Punishment and returned to Burning Heaven Gate. She is Evil sect, Northern Punishment is decent, and there is always a battle between good and evil. Grandpa said that in the last duel of good and evil, the uncle Qinghuan died under your sword. You regret it and feel you owe her, so for three thousand years, Want to make up for it. Later, you sacrificed a lot and finally learned a door control technique and gained longevity, so that you and the soul of Qinghuan Master Uncle have a life-long entanglement. Grandpa said, wait until Qinghuan Master Uncle 99 She will remember you the next time she is reincarnated, and when she remembers you, you will begin to grow old with her, and then go through this life together."

Nan Yang didn't speak, but her fingers tightened while holding the water glass.

"But it took more than three thousand years for the ninety-ninth generation..." Sun Xuxue whispered to herself, "On average, she only lives in her life... more than thirty years old."

"Because, not every life is a human." Nanyang recalled the past years, his eyes dropped slightly, "Sometimes a rabbit can only live for a few years. Sometimes a flower can only live. One season."

Sun Xuxue was surprised: "How do you recognize it?"

Nanyang was silent for a moment and replied: "That forbidden technique. I don't know how to explain it to you, but I can sense her."

"Then... the first ninety-eight reincarnations, have you found it in every life?"

"Yeah. I found them all."

Nan Yang turned his head and looked at the empty living room. His voice became lighter and quieter, "Although she has not remembered me, I have been by her side for more than three thousand years, accompanied her, and have never been absent."

Sun Xuxue didn't know the concept of three thousand years. She only knew that the three years of high school were so long that after graduation, even the students in the junior high school graduation photos could not be recognized. What kind of obsession is it to make one person remember another for three thousand years?

"Grandpa and they must also feel sorry for you, so that's why they want to promote your marriage to Miss Zhu."

Nan Yang sighed lightly, and the usual emotionless eyes filled with invisible loss: "But... I saw her today, but she still doesn't recognize me."

Sun Xuxue seemed to be able to feel the despair of this hopelessness, and her heart was also picked up: "Ancestor, don't be sad, it must be a step that has not been done. Grandpa and I will go further to study the forbidden technique Volume, it won’t take too long, don’t worry.”

"...Actually, you don't need to take my business seriously. If you have something you want to do more, you can do yours first.

"How can that be? You are the most important thing. I... I have nothing to do."

Nanyang was silent for a long time before speaking slowly:

"Xuxue, you don't want to look for the next generation."

Sun Xuxue opened her eyes wide: "Why?"

"You have done a lot for me. I know and I am very grateful." Nanyang's fingers on the table slowly tightened. "But I really can't bear to see again, one living person after another, for these inexplicable reasons. Inheritance, miss the life that could have been better."

Sun Xuxue stared at Nan Yang blankly.

She seemed to understand why so many people would follow Nanyang willingly for generations. A person’s kindness is certainly valuable, but the most rare thing is that she can choose to be unkind, but she can still retain sympathy for everyone in her heart.

Why did such an ancestor let his beloved die on his sword back then?