I, Qing Huan

Still in the snowy morning.

Nan Yang woke up dimly in the soft bed, and when he was empty, the words Sun Xuxue said yesterday suddenly flashed in his mind——

"The life where you appear is the best life."

When he persuaded the twenty-year-old Mei Zhongli to give up looking for the next heir, he also answered himself.

Nan Yang was still in a daze, and the phone beside her pillow suddenly began to vibrate. She reacted for two seconds, rubbed her eyes, unplugged the charging cable and connected to the phone: "Hello?"

"Ancestor, did you bother to rest?" Mei Zhongli's voice came from the receiver.

"No. What's the matter?"

"I want to say to you that I wish that girl in my family has not returned the marriage contract. I have negotiated with her yesterday. Today, I will ask you to take her to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register for marriage. Let her be ready at two noon. inconvenient?"

Nan Feng was stunned for a while.

"Is it inconvenient? Then I tell her to change the time?"

"...Have you talked to her?"

"Yes, I have already said it."

"Then two o'clock noon today."

If you change it, it will trouble her a lot. Besides, she also wanted to get married soon. She had waited for this day for more than 3,000 years.

"Okay, I will let Xuxue drive to pick you up at twelve o'clock."

Nan Yang hummed and hung up. After thinking about it for a while, she realized that this should be their first official meeting, and it was also an important day for obtaining the certificate. She touched her messy long hair, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After washing, she found the suitcase that hadn't had time to pack yesterday, took out all kinds of white shirts and spread them on the bed one by one. Her hair was still dripping, but she didn't care, she just buried her head and thought about what to do. Which one to wear.

The thought that she would sit next to her and stare at herself close at hand made her nervous.

Except for the absence of the mole between the eyebrows, her facial features are exactly the same as the original Qinghuan. After a few hours, she will look at herself with those familiar eyes, and may even remember herself at any moment, remembering all their past. Perhaps, she can still get a forgiveness that has been waiting for three thousand years. Listening to her own words, I don't blame you.

I thought that if I saw her goodbye, I wouldn't be as nervous as when I was at the station last time. But, for some reason, it seemed to be more anxious than before.

Nanyang stood in front of the bed full of clothes for two hours, and when his hair dries naturally, he still didn't choose the most satisfactory shirt.

Before long, Sun Xuxue arrived. With Nanyang's permission, she took a key to the house and opened the door all the way to the bedroom, looking curiously inward through the unclosed bedroom door.

"Ancestor, haven't you packed up yet? Why are you staring at a bed of clothes in a daze?"

"I... don't know which one to wear to see her."

Nanyang seemed to have been smashed, and his ears immediately turned red. She is usually used to being cold, and only when she is thinking of that person in her heart will she let her ice-cold and white skin stain a little beautiful.

"So, can I come in and help you choose?"

"Ok."

Sun Xuxue walked in with a smile, and while looking at the uniformly white clothes on the bed, she said, "I heard Grandpa say that you are not a person who cares about clothes."

"Yes." Nan Yang affirmed this statement.

"It seems that you really value this meeting. However, you should really pay attention. After all, ancestor, you are getting married today." Sun Xuxue picked up a generously tailored white shirt and handed it to Nan Yang, "Just wear it. Well, you are the best-looking person I have ever seen. Even if you wear a rag, you are the best-looking person."

Nanyang was used to hearing others praise her appearance, but this time she couldn't help but bend her eyes.

After twelve o'clock, she didn't delay too long, and after changing her clothes, she followed Sun Xuxue out and went to the location sent by Mei Zhongli.

When Sun Xuxue drove, she couldn't help but secretly glance at Nanyang in the passenger seat.

She didn't deliberately flatter her because she was an ancestor. The ancestor was really good-looking and beautiful, the kind of beauty that was completely different from common beauties.

Nanyang is a woman who has not been infected by modern elements. She does not have perm, no hair dye, no makeup, no pretense, no gold and silver jewelry between her wrists and necks, and no pierced ears on her shiny earlobes. From the long black hair to the sober fingers, everything exudes a kind of elegance brought from ancient times. When she looked at you with those light brown eyes like tea, it was as if an ancient scroll of history was slowly spreading out in front of your eyes. The years have settled in her eyes, just looking at her. The eyes seem to be able to touch the real past, every dynasty, every person, every bronze halberd with blood, every snowflake that spans the ages of the past.

How many good things did Zhu Qinghuan's ancestors do to allow such a beautiful person to wander in this world alone for three thousand years, just for this white horse to meet again like a gap.

When they arrived at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the car to pick up Zhu Qinghuan had already arrived. It was impossible for Mei Zhongli to let Nanyang wait for Zhu Qinghuan, so he took Zhu Qinghuan over half an hour in advance and asked her to wait for Nanyang.

After all, Zhu Qinghuan is a public figure. She stood in a secret place, wearing a mask and sunglasses, hiding behind a potted plant in a very low-key manner, without an assistant nearby.

From a distance, Nanyang saw the figure standing at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The charming and gentle long curly hair feather fans are generally scattered behind her, setting off her thin shoulders and slender waist. She is also wearing a white shirt, as if wearing a wedding gown like herself.

Nan Yang's footsteps paused, and a few greetings flashed through his mind.

Zhu Qinghuan just turned his head, as if just wanting to look around, just to meet Nanyang's gaze. She was stunned, took off her sunglasses and mask, and looked around again, not knowing what she was confirming.

Nan Yang stabilized his beating heart, slowly stepped forward, and stood in front of her.

The words that I had just prepared to say hello, when I really faced her, I couldn't say a word.

Although Nan Yang didn't say a word, Zhu Qinghuan realized something, and looked startled: "You...you were at the bus stop yesterday morning...you are...you are..."

"Well, I am Nanyang."

When Nan Yang said his name, his eyes were slightly red.

I am Nanyang.

I am your master.

Zhu Qinghuan first looked shocked, and then slowly turned into doubt. She is twenty-four years old this year, and Nanyang is thirty-five years old, but the woman in front of her does not seem to be in her thirty. She is too young, as young as her own age.

"We... shall we go in now?" Nan Yang was still a little bit obviously nervous after suppressing his tone, and even made a small squat.

Zhu Qinghuan was silent for a while, and then asked uncertainly: "Are you really Nanyang?"

Nan Yang looked at Zhu Qinghuan's eyes and let out a light hush.

"But you... are you really thirty-five years old?"

She looked full of disbelief.

Nan Yang froze for a moment, lowered his head and touched in his pants pocket, and found out an ID card. She stared at the ID card for a long time, and her lips moved slightly, as if doing some simple addition and subtraction.

"Um..." she murmured softly, "...this one is indeed thirty-five years old."

"This one?" Zhu Qinghuan frowned, "How many do you have?"

"No, just one."

Nanyang put his ID card away, and didn't want to continue the topic, so he said, "Go in?"

"I..." Zhu Qinghuan felt a little embarrassed. It is normal to be embarrassed, after all, she is about to walk into the Civil Affairs Bureau with a strange woman who has only seen two sides, and take the most intimate picture shoulder to shoulder.

"Let's go."

Nan Yang raised her hand, as if she wanted to catch Zhu Qinghuan's finger, but she almost restrained herself from letting it go the moment she raised it. Not yet, it is not the time yet. She should wait and wait a few more days for their relationship to thicken, before she can try to hold her hand.

They walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau together, but Sun Xuxue waited outside but did not go in.

They sat in front of the staff, Nanyang took out his household registration book. She didn't record her household registration under Mei Zhongli's name, and the household registration book only had her name. Soon there will be another name lying with her. This narrow pamphlet will always be a private space for the two of them.

The two individuals filled out the "Declaration of Application for Marriage Registration" and pressed their fingerprints in the column of the declarant. Nanyang pressed it with his right hand, and when he pressed it down, his fingers were shaking.

Then they went to take pictures.

The Civil Affairs Bureau will not help to retouch the photos, but this does not affect the final effect of the photos. As a star, Zhu Qinghuan's facial features on the camera must be impeccable. What is rare is that Nanyang next to her looks even more beautiful than Zhu Qinghuan. When the staff handed them the marriage certificate, they couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Two women, one charming and gentle, with long hair, the other cold and quaint, with ink hair like water. They appear in the same scene, and they seem to be incomparably harmonious, as if the two people should have been so close together, appearing together in any scene.

Nan Yang looked at the marriage certificate in his hand, dazedly touched the two faces on the photo with his fingertips.

at last

She is finally her righteous wife.

She remembered the night three thousand years ago, when she knelt beside Qinghuan's corpse and personally carved a tombstone for her. When the prefix "Beloved Wife" was carved, her hands were trembling with guilty conscience and a heart full of regret.

Fortunately, time compassion gave her another chance to remedy her.

In this life, she must hold her hand well and be a wife to her alone.