I, Qing Huan

An hour later, Xiaoye sent them back to the hotel. When the door of the hotel opened, I saw a boiling pot and a bowl of red hot pot ingredients already placed on the coffee table, and an apron that was hurriedly thrown on the corner of the sofa.

After changing his shoes, Zhu Qinghuan first folded the apron, then filled the pot with water and electricity, poured the ingredients and boiled. When she was cooking, she went to the refrigerator again, and from inside she brought out plates after plates of ingredients, such as lamb, beef, crab sticks, yan dumplings, vegetables, lotus root, bamboo shoots, beef balls, potatoes. Many, but the variety is very complete.

Qinghuan's craftsmanship is as perfect as ever.

Nan Yang sat on the sofa, scooped up a hot pot of soup with a spoon, and took a light sip. It is very fragrant, and the degree of spiciness is very good. After the entrance, the spiciness will stay on the tip of the tongue for a short time, but it will not enter the throat and stomach. Drinking a sip of soda, the hotness on the tip of the tongue will be easily rinsed away without any trouble. It can satisfy her appetite without harming her body.

Did God know that they should be together by nature, so he dug out all his talents in cooking to supply Qinghuan?

Nan Yang sighed silently while pursing the red oil on his lips.

In fact, a long time ago, she learned to cook for a while, but not long ago, she used the forbidden technique. After the right hand was destroyed, she could not get used to using the left hand, so she could no longer do these delicate things.

"Why did you drink the soup?" Zhu Qinghuan brought the last dish over and smiled helplessly, "I'll get you a bowl and mix some dipping sauce. Can you eat sesame oil?"

Nan Yang nodded.

"How about tahini?"

Nanyang nodded again.

"chopped green onion?"

nod.

"garlic?"

Shook his head.

"Okay, I see." Zhu Qinghuan walked to the kitchen. Fortunately, the set given by the crew comes with a small kitchen, otherwise this hot pot meal today is a bit difficult. All kinds of seasonings covered the entire stove. When I bought it yesterday, Xiaoye insisted on asking two bodyguards to fight together, and then successfully brought in these bottles and cans intact.

After mixing the bowl, she walked back to the sofa and handed her Nanyang's bowl. She told Nanyang to sit on the side of the window, and then opened the window to a small slit so that the cold wind could just blow on Nanyang's shoulders.

She has been silently remembering her minor illness.

I don't know when they started, they seem to have returned to the same way of getting along three thousand years ago. Nanyang is still the Lord who is used to sitting idle and waiting for the food to be fed in his mouth, and Qing Huan is also the little apprentice who serves her without complaint. It seems that this has always been the case for the past three thousand years. As long as they meet, as long as they are together, even if Qinghuan can't remember anything, but she always habitually takes good care of this woman named Nanyang.

It's already an instinct carved in the soul.

Nanyang straightened his back, and took his chopsticks upright in his right hand. First, he put the tip of the chopsticks in his mouth, and then carefully leaned into the pot.

Zhu Qinghuan sat next to her, looked at her trembling right hand, and couldn't help but say: "What do you want to eat, I will help you clip it."

Nan Yang took away his chopsticks and said, "Lotus root."

"Okay." Zhu Qinghuan sat up, flipped through the pot, found a slice of lotus root that was cut to a moderate thickness, and put it into Nanyang's bowl. "What else to eat?"

"Lotus root."

"..."

So Zhu Qinghuan gave her another piece.

"What else to eat?"

"Lotus root."

The third piece.

"Lotus root."

The fourth piece.

"Lotus root."

"No, I ordered four slices." Zhu Qinghuan turned to sandwich a slice of carrot and handed it to Nanyang's bowl, "Eat this, this is also delicious."

Nan Yang moved the bowl away, frowning: "No."

She hasn't eaten carrots for 500 years.

"Why are you still picky eaters?" Zhu Qinghuan sighed, but the lips still softly raised. "Will you eat ham sausage? There are also shrimp dumplings, which are cooked very well. The beef **** are also It's delicious. I made it with beef mince. Would you like to try it?"

"Ok."

Nanyang pushed the bowl directly next to the pot, watching Qing Huan sandwich the meat and **** one by one. She didn't open her mouth to say anything more, but fortunately, Qing Huan didn't care about her boredom, and waited for her to eat. Except for the communication between the two people, there is only silence.

Strangely, this silence is not embarrassing, but an inexplicable harmony.

Zhu Qinghuan filled the bowl of Nanyang and returned it to her before he started to take the first bite.

Nan Yang held up the bowl, eyes drooping, watching the hot food in the bowl intently. She ate in small bites, closing her mouth tightly when she ate, restraining the sound of chewing, and she knew it was a good upbringing left over years.

Zhu Qinghuan secretly watched Nanyang while eating meatballs. Nanyang was quiet when eating, sat upright, and held his chopsticks tightly. Nan Yang's eyelashes are very long, and her eyelashes are not as curled as Qing Huan, they are slightly drooping, covering part of the light-colored pupils. Such non-curled eyelashes make those eyes like tea dim a lot. She always keeps her face straight and can't see the difference, but at this moment in the heat, Zhu Qinghuan seems to have caught a bit of difficulty in it. Perceived soft and charming.

She suddenly wanted to see what these eyes looked like when they cried.

She has never seen Nanyang cry. The only time she saw her jealous was when she saw her reunited Ming Wan Cheng that night. If she hugs Cheng Cheng and will cry tomorrow night, then hug herself?

Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment before realizing that his thoughts were strange.

It's not a long time since she and Nanyang reunited, why did Nanyang cry while holding her.

She was thinking about something crazy.

Nanyang ate for a while, and a layer of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. Although the hot pot ingredients are not particularly spicy, but after eating too much, her lips are still irritated and become reddish red, and her cheekbones are also slightly red, and she has to sniff her nose from time to time.

Zhu Qinghuan took a piece of paper and handed it to her, "Why don't you eat it?"

"To eat."

Nan Yang took the paper, wiped the sweat on his forehead, just picked up the chopsticks, paused, and put it down again. She was sweating all over her eating. Although the window was open, she was still a little bored in a sweater after all.

She raised her hand to grasp the collar of the sweater and took it off.

Zhu Qinghuan was shocked when she saw Nan Yang suddenly undress, and subconsciously thought that she had no clothes in her sweater. He was about to look away in a panic, but from the corner of his eye he caught a corner of the shirt under the sweater.

The heart that had just tightened hung on his chest, and it was too late to relax, which looked a little ridiculous.

When Nan Yang took off his sweater, he brought up a little hem of his shirt, revealing a section of his belly. Her lower abdomen has delicate skin and tight muscles, but there are three long, hideous scars abruptly. Such a long and deep scar, without a trace of suture, is impossible in modern medicine.

"Where are you..." Zhu Qinghuan knew it was impolite, but couldn't help it. "The scar there is..."

Nan Yang put the sweater aside and tidyed up his slightly wrinkled shirt. The corners of his lips seemed to make a smile, and his voice was as flat as usual:

"If I say you cut it, do you believe it?"

"..."

Zhu Qinghuan frowned. She didn't understand what Nanyang meant to make this joke with her.

Nan Yang pursed his lips, picked up the chopsticks, and said:

"Stop eating?"

"I'm full. If you haven't eaten enough, you can eat more." Zhu Qinghuan quickly put the doubt behind her, and thoughtfully lowered the temperature of the pot to keep it warm.

"Ok."

Nanyang kept eating the **** and lotus root in the bowl. She ate for a long time, and all the ingredients that Qing Huan dropped into the pot she fished into her bowl and ate it bite by bite. In fact, she was full early, but she was reluctant to waste every bit of food that Qing Huan made.

Of course, all the food she ate did not include carrots.

In fact, she is not incapable of eating the taste of carrots. She ate carrots a long time ago.

However, for one lifetime, Qing Huan was reincarnated as a white fluffy little rabbit. She raised her by her side, took good care of her, and fed her the best and most expensive carrots every day. Once, when she went to the market to buy fresh carrots, the weather suddenly changed and lightning began to thunder. She was trapped in the pavilion by a heavy rain. It rained all day. When the rain stopped and she returned with tender carrots, she found that the little rabbit had been scared to death by lightning.

Scared to death.

It was a bit funny to die. she knows. Later, she occasionally mentioned this past event to her disciples, and they could see their smiling eyes every time.

But only Nanyang knew that it wasn't that a little rabbit was scared to death.

It was her Qinghuan who died.

After that, she can no longer eat carrots. Putting carrots in her mouth makes her nauseous instinctively.

"Are you full?"

Zhu Qinghuan's voice suddenly came from the side.

She had stood up, put on her apron, and began to clean up the messy table after cooking the hot pot, holding a stack of greasy bowls in one hand, and a chopsticks holding various raw meats and vegetables in the other, looking at her. The bowl in Nanyang's hand.

Nan Yang gave her the bowl in his hand.

"Then I will wash the dishes first." Zhu Qinghuan walked to the kitchen, and did not ask Nanyang to help tidy up, only said, "If you are bored, go to the bedroom and sit for a while. I will wash all the clothes you left here. , On the bedside. You...should be sweating just now, see if you want to change one."

"Great."

Nanyang obediently went to the bedroom.

The bedroom was the same as the day she left, with a simple bed, a simple desk, and a simple wardrobe. Twelve white shirts of various styles were neatly stacked on the headboard of the bed, exuding a faint smell of laundry detergent, and they were flat without any wrinkles.

Nan Yang sat on the side of the bed, his fingers slowly stroking the surface of the shirt, gentle and gentle, as if stroking the palm of Qinghuan's palm.

She knew from three thousand years ago that in this world, only she could take care of herself so meticulously.

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, glanced unconsciously, and suddenly saw a book pressed under the pillow on the other side of Qing Huan.

She was a little curious, so she bent a little, pulled out the book, and looked at the cover. It is "Romeo and Juliet" by Shakespeare.

Nanyang flipped it casually.

The pages of the book splashed across, and a continuous piece of gold flashed unexpectedly in the snow-white wave of paper.

She paused on a certain page, looking at the strange gold in doubt.

That is……

Yes……

It is a wrapping paper for chocolate.

The golden tin foil was obviously smoothed out carefully, and the edges and corners were slightly mutilated, but each one retained its original shape.

In a "Romeo and Juliet", a piece of tin foil is inserted every few pages to tell about the feuds of the Montagu and Capuleto families. There was Romeo’s first encounter with Juliet at the Capuleto cocktail party. There is the page where Romeo took Juliet's hand and got married under the auspices of the priest, and there is also the page where Romeo committed suicide and fell on the dead Juliet.

Nanyang counted past one by one. Scattered, counted out a full twenty-five.

Twenty-five sheets.

She suddenly realized that this was the twenty-five pieces of chocolate she had eaten while sitting in front of the trash can that day.

Nanyang looked at the tin foil that was carefully smoothed, and subconsciously bit the tip of his tongue, in a daze, he didn't control the strength.

The smell of fishy sweetness instantly overflowed his mouth.

Fingers curled up while stroking the pages of the book. She slowly lowered her head, her back was deeply arched, the tip of her nose was against a piece of golden tin foil in the page, and her shoulders resisted the shaking.

After a long time, a tear flowed from the corner of her closed right eye, which fell all the way down the bridge of her nose and fell on the surface of the tin foil.

The tear easily penetrated the tin foil and wetted a sentence on the paper.

That's what Romeo said.

At the reception of the Capuleto family, Romeo met Juliet for the first time and fell in love with Juliet at first sight. After the reception, he sneaked into the back garden of Capuleto's house, and stood under Juliet’s window sill, wandering, in distress, standing in the deserted moonlight, he murmured this sentence lonely and blurred by tears. 'S lines-

"I wish she knew that I was in love with her."