I, Qing Huan

The movie is a standard New Year's popcorn movie. It has gathered a lot of traffic niche and traffic xiaohua as guest appearances. The protagonist makes the actor and actress resist word-of-mouth. The special effects are better than the plot. After watching it, you forget what the story is about.

Qing Huan played less than two minutes inside, and disappeared after contributing a pretty amazing mask removal shot. After all, she doesn't mix in the movie circle. The director also knows that the people watching the movie don't have a good impression of her flow artist who has a face greater than her acting skills, so she can cheat fans by putting out a mirror.

After Qing Huan played, Nanyang closed his eyes.

From her breathing that became longer and longer, Qing Huan could hear that she slept for a short period of time. However, Nanyang can control the length of her nap, which is basically the moment she opened her eyes when the ending song sounded.

After watching the movie, the two waited for the audience to finish before they wore masks and walked out.

When they reached the door, they discovered that Ming Wancheng and Qi Yi were waiting there. Tomorrow night Cheng was holding a bottom ice-cola in his hand, holding his stomach, and his face was a little pale.

Tomorrow night Cheng took the initiative to speak: "I just saw you, so let's go back together."

Qing Huan noticed something wrong with Cheng Ming, and asked, "A Cheng, you don't seem to be feeling well?"

Tomorrow night Cheng Cheng nodded awkwardly, and whispered, "Um... I'm drinking too much ice coke."

Qi Yi's expression is a bit guilty. She is an adult, and she can hold her body to drink some of this ice drink in winter, but she forgot that Cheng was still a teenager tomorrow night. She drank two large glasses of ice coke for a child at once, but she was negligent.

Nanyang knew that the princess died after jumping off a cliff, and her internal organs were torn apart. Ah Cheng had to bear the price of the forbidden technique and accepted the same fragmented five internal organs. Except for the hot pot that she really prefers, she can't avoid this kind of irritating food. I drank two glasses of ice-cola at once, and now my stomach is definitely not feeling well.

"Go back." Nan Yang said.

It was almost late, and the four people went to the underground garage together. When I came, it was Qinghuan who drove. When I returned, Nanyang wanted to drive for her, but the driver's license lost by Jiang Banxia hadn't been processed yet, so I had to give up. Qi Yi took over the burden of driving, and Qing Huan sat in the passenger seat for the convenience of showing her the way, leaving Nan Yang and Ming Wan Cheng in the back row.

As the car was driving on the road, Cheng Cheng was leaning weakly in a cold sweat tomorrow night, clutching his belly tightly.

As he passed the tunnel, Nan Yang suddenly turned his head and stretched out his palm to her in a very soft voice: "Come."

Tomorrow night Cheng looked at Nanyang in surprise.

Nan Yang whispered coldly again: "Hands."

Tomorrow night Cheng was stunned for a while, and then tremblingly put his hand on Nanyang's palm carefully. Nanyang didn't hold her, but after the palms were close together, she used her internal strength to let bursts of true energy pass into Ah Cheng's body and ease her burning viscera.

Looking down tomorrow night, feeling the pain soothed by Nanyang's internal force, I didn't joke about Nanyang's size as before. For a while, the corners of her eyes were slightly wet, and there was a rare bitter smile on her lips, she lowered her voice and said, "Thank you, ancestor, you... care about me so much...really, thank you."

Nan Yang looked at the Qinghuan in the front row, and murmured, "You should thank her. She taught me how to care for others."

Cheng took his hand back tomorrow night, and his tone was full of respect: "I'm much better."

"Ok."

Nan Yang resumed his sitting posture, arms crossed, quietly watching the night scene flashing through the car window.

Under the neon light trace, Nanyang sitting by the window of the car looks as if she has fallen into the impetuous worldly **** of frost and snow. The naturally raised curvature of her back is like a daffodil pedicle, and her slender black hair is wrapped around her. Her shoulders are washed on the snow-white sweater knitting, like dead wood branches pressed with fine snow.

She nodded slightly, her left ear gleamed with a dazzling light, and her beige eyes looked into the distance silently. The colorful brilliance of the street circulated in her pupils, like generations of time for thousands of years. In those eyes one by one fell and floated.

What a cold and gentle person.

Master Qing Huan must have given a lot back then to get such a wonderful person.

In the new year, I hope that the ancestors and masters can be together, and there will be no more moths.

Tomorrow night Cheng made a new year's wish in his heart. She was very sincere when she promised, and she never expected that her wish would cause a wave of terrible poisonous milk.

When the four people arrived at the hotel, they parked their cars and walked to the lobby, where they were summoned by an uninvited guest sitting in the lobby.

"Nanyang."

Familiar voice.

Nanyang's footsteps stopped instantly, almost at the same time, she frowned and looked at the source of the sound coldly.

Ginger Pinellia.

Nanyang stabbed her only a few days ago. It stands to reason that the stabbing wound is so deep that she should still be in the hospital bed now. But Jiang Banxia stood in front of her like this, with a beautiful face as pale as paper, her hand still covering her chest injury, she could see that she was in very bad condition, and there were still bruises on the back of her hand.

Except for Nanyang, none of the other three have seen Jiang Banxia, ​​and Cheng will not know the existence of this woman tomorrow night. So the three people stopped, thinking they were Nanyang's friends, waiting for them to relive their past.

Nanyang's voice was cold: "What are you doing again?"

Jiang Banxia said to herself, "I have something to tell you."

Nanyang's face was like frost: "I have nothing to say to you."

"I don't mind just saying it here." Jiang Banxia took two steps forward, with a provocative smile at the corner of his lips.

Nan Yang just looked at her, frowned and said nothing.

"Where do you want to start listening?" Jiang Banxia smiled deeper and rubbed the position of her chest and heart, "Well, let me talk about this little gift you gave me first. It really makes me unforgettable."

Nan Yang's eyes sank.

Jiang Banxia looked at Qinghuan beside Nanyang leisurely and sneered, "After all, this is not the first time you have done this, right?"

This is not the first time you have put a sharp blade into a person's heart, right?

Qing Huan could obviously feel Nan Yang's back froze instantly.

Immediately, Nan Yang turned his head and glanced deeply at Qing Huan's face, as if he was trying to suppress some emotion in his eyes. She didn't remain silent for a long time, and quickly retracted her gaze, and whispered: "You go upstairs first."

Tomorrow night Cheng saw some clues, and knew that Nanyang needed to deal with some things alone, so he asked Qi Yi and Qing Huan to go to the elevator first.

When Qing Huan left, she couldn't help but look at Jiang Banxia more. Her instinct told her that this woman likes Nanyang, and she doesn't like it normally. Listening to these few conversations between them, maybe there is still some past between them.

Looking at those gray eyes, she seemed to be a mixed-race woman. Could it be when Nanyang was in Australia...

She felt very uncomfortable, but she also knew that she shouldn't talk at this time, so she had to get into the elevator with Cheng Cheng with her head dull.

Nanyang turned and went to a small garden behind the hotel. Jiang Banxia followed her, her footsteps still vain.

When he reached a secluded corner, Nanyang stopped and stood beside a dense poplar tree, frowning slightly: "I didn't understand what I told you last time?"

Jiang Banxia squinted, and there was not the slightest respect in his tone: "You are really clear, but what about it? I like you, not you alone in charge. If I want to trouble you every day like this, you What can you do? Who told me to know all your secrets? If I want to, I can immediately let everyone in the world know that you are a monster that has lived for three thousand years, and I can also let my uncle Qinghuan know that for three thousand years. Before, how cruelly you destroyed her family, and how cruelly let her die on you..."

"You really want to talk to me like this?" Nan Yang interrupted her coldly, "You are reminding me time and time again that only the dead will not reveal my secrets, do you?"

"You won't kill me," Jiang Banxia looked confident, "This is not the chaotic era three thousand years ago. Now you kill people and you are going to go to jail. You have waited three thousand years. It's hard to be willing to spend you in prison. The remaining decades? Or to be a fugitive from the world and not live forever?"

Nanyang didn't move at all: "I don't mind letting an unsolved case appear in the police department's files."

Seeing that the threat had no effect on Nanyang, Jiang Banxia said again: "Nanyang, you haven't thought about it. Maybe she doesn't want to pester you with the ninety-ninth generation?"

Listening to Jiang Banxia's less and less shocking words, Nan Yang turned around to leave.

"Nanyang!"

Jiang Banxia shouted to her and continued: "Don't you think you are selfish? Because of your guilt and regret, you would use forbidden techniques to bind her soul without authorization. If she doesn't want to recall the one who was played with three thousand years ago What about her life? What if she doesn't love you anymore?"

Nan Yang's back stopped, and he didn't move for a long time.

"Nanyang, you will always be a sinner to her! Without you, she would not be destroyed and killed three thousand years ago, nor would she be killed by the sword into the canyon. Without you, she would not be in **** in this life Growing up, even marriage can’t help her make the decision. You look really affectionate, but unfortunately, who did you touch? It took you three thousand years, but it touched you alone! You didn’t really give anything from start to finish. Through the power of her choice. She does seem to love you now, but without you, she will fall in love with other people, and even lead a freer and better life than now. It is you who have been forcing her to force her There is no retreat, but I can only love you helplessly. Nanyang, don’t you think that you personally created the tragedy of her being shackled for three thousand years? Don’t you think that your existence is a mistake?! "

Your existence is a mistake.

Nan Yang's hand was tightly clenched into a fist, and there was a pain in his heart.

In the ninety-eighth, she seemed to have said the same thing to herself.

Nanyang, your existence is a mistake.

She no longer had the mind to care about Jiang Banxia behind her, and walked back to the hotel lobby with her head buried. After returning to the hall, she immediately walked to the bathroom on the first floor, entered the corner compartment, and closed the compartment door tightly.

She lifted the toilet lid with trembling fingertips, bent down, and suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood.