I, Qing Huan

Nanyang was injured just after receiving the certificate.

It wasn't a car accident or other catastrophe, it was purely on her own. When she walked outside the Civil Affairs Bureau with her marriage certificate, she was in a daze. She didn't know what she was thinking about. She slammed into the transparent glass door as she walked.

Zhu Qinghuan was also a little lost at the time, so he didn't have time to pull her. When he reacted, Nan Yang was already holding his head and bending over. She hurriedly walked over and looked, and saw an exaggerated red on Nanyang's forehead, which was so big that her skin seemed to be cut and a little blood was leaking out.

"You..." Zhu Qinghuan wanted to help, but felt that they weren't familiar with them yet, so he had to stand aside, "Are you okay?"

Sun Xuxue heard the noise and rushed in, holding Nan Yang in a panic: "Old... Boss Nan, what's the matter with you? Are you okay?"

Nan Yang rubbed the piece of skin with his index finger, narrowed his eyes with pain, and said, "I'm fine, please see if you smashed someone's glass door."

She covered her body with internal force, and a head bump was just a skin trauma. The door might be unlucky. Who knows what will happen if the internal force can't control it.

Sun Xuxue glanced at the door and turned white when he noticed a large crack on the door, and said anxiously, "You still have the mind to manage the door! Quick, let me take you home. Mei always has a personal doctor!"

It's not like a personal doctor.

Facts have proved that Mei Zhongli feels very good.

She was almost sent back to Mei's villa by Sun Xuxue at the same speed as flying a plane.

After returning to the villa, Nanyang was quickly arranged. She reluctantly leaned on the pillow, and in front of her were three doctors in white coats swaying around her. She felt that her head was at least five layers wrapped, and she could even hear her own echo when she spoke.

Mei Zhongli, Liu Zhen, and Sun Guohui sat on the couch five meters away from her. As soon as they heard that something had happened to Nanyang, the three immediately put down their work and rushed over. Sun Guohui has always been gentle and kind, but at this moment he berates Sun Xuxue standing beside him in a very stern voice. Sun Xuxue forcefully resisted the tears in his eyes, and occasionally glanced at Nanyang on the bed.

In fact, it is not as serious as they thought. Nan Yang was once the head of the Northern Penalty Palace of the No. 1 martial arts school. The grandmaster of the year, when flying over eaves and walls were still common, she walked without touching the ground. Later, when she gradually reached the modern age, she just got rid of the habit brought about by light work, so that she did not look like a floating ghost.

If she hadn't put her mind on the new marriage certificate in her hand, how could she hit a door straight? But then again, what if you smash the door? The Tang Sect's top hidden weapon back then might not be able to hurt her bones. But no matter what she said, Mei Zhongli and the others couldn't hear a word. Looking at their collapse like an enemy, Nan Yang felt more like being headshot by Gatlin.

The doctors and Mei Zhongli whispered a few words, and then left with the medicine box.

"Ancestor, this kind of thing happened today is our negligence, we really..." Mei Zhongli was full of guilt.

"I'm really fine." Nanyang interrupted him.

Mei Zhongli was silent for a while, and talked about a piece of news that made Nan Yang happy: "You and Zhu Yatou have obtained the certification, and I told her that she will move into our villa and live with you from today."

Nan Yang's eyes lit up. Although she didn't speak, Mei Zhongli could read the satisfaction in her eyes.

"She is moving now, otherwise she must be asked to come and see you."

"It's okay, don't bother her."

"She should be able to finish the move at night, but I guess she won't be able to make dinner when she comes."

"..." Nanyang was silent.

Mei Zhongli stood up and saluted Nanyang with Liu Zhen and Sun Guohui: "Then let's go first, the ancestors have a good rest, Xuxue stays here to take care of you."

"Go." Nan Yang responded.

For most of the day, Nan Yang was bored and read books for a long time. Sun Xuxue took the trouble to bring her tea and water. Nanyang, whenever she took a sip of tea, she would fill it up the first time, and she didn't work so hard.

In the evening, Mei Zhongli personally delivered the meal, saying that Zhu Qinghuan was still on the way, and it might take more than an hour to arrive.

So Nanyang sat on the window sill after eating, staring at the villa door in a daze.

At nine o'clock, the moving company's car finally came in. I wish Qinghuan got off the car and helped the moving master move those cardboard boxes. Nanyang watched her hold box after box into the house, as if watching her enter her future little by little.

I have moved everything for half an hour. Zhu Qinghuan looked a little tired. After sending away the mover, he stood alone by the small fountain in the back garden, pacing back and forth, not knowing what he was thinking.

Nanyang asked Sun Xuxue to rest by himself. She went downstairs, turned through some ready-to-eat things in the refrigerator, such as ham, canned food, milk, and so on, and then went to the back garden to look for Zhu Qinghuan with her full of food.

I don’t know when Zhu Qinghuan sat by the fountain, her enchanting curly hair wrapped around her beautifully-lined waist. Because of her sitting, a small piece of skin was exposed between her jacket and trousers on the back of her waist. Tired and beautiful.

Nan Yang walked up to her and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

Zhu Qinghuan recovered her senses abruptly. She stood up and looked at the cold food in Nanyang's arms. After reacting, she hurriedly took them down one by one and put them on the edge of the fountain. She just squeezed the cans. I feel that my fingertips are suffering from cold pain.

"What are you doing with so much? Isn't it cold?" Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help frowning.

"You shouldn't have dinner. Eat some."

Zhu Qinghuan pursed her mouth, "How do you know I didn't eat dinner?"

Nanyang was silent for a moment, and replied: "I am looking at you upstairs."

Zhu Qinghuan said nothing.

The two fell into an awkward silence again.

"Your head...is it okay?" Zhu Qinghuan took the initiative to speak, "I think the glass is broken, and there is blood on the glass slag."

"I'm fine." Nan Yang said softly.

Zhu Qinghuan pursed her lips and said, "Sit down, won't you faint while standing?"

"Yeah." Nanyang sat down obediently by the pool, and arbitrarily raised his hand to pull one side of his long hair behind his ear, revealing the gauze in the temple.

When she raised her hand, Zhu Qinghuan saw a piece of red on her wrist. She thought it was a tattoo, but she took a closer look and found that it was a splash-like scar.

Very dazzling scar. Such an ugly thing shouldn't appear on this woman as clean as snow.

What kind of injury did it suffer from such a big scar?

Nanyang noticed that Zhu Qinghuan was staring at her wrist. She didn't mind her rudeness. Instead, she turned her wrist up, unbuttoned the shirt there, and rolled up two pleats so that Zhu Qinghuan could see clearly. With a faint smile: "Are you curious?"

"You... is this a burn?" Zhu Qinghuan asked tentatively.

"Yeah." Nan Yang nodded, "I used to cast a sword for a person, but I accidentally injured it at that time."

Zhu Qinghuan frowned, Zhujian? Why does she understand these two words clearly, but can't understand what they mean?

"You don't want something to eat?" Nanyang asked softly, putting his hand on the edge of the stone fountain.

"Let's eat later, I'm not too hungry now." Zhu Qinghuan tickled the corners of her lips and said mildly, "Do you always care about others like this? Like a bad guy."

Nanyang's eyes curled up: "Am I a bad guy?"

"Um...then get rid of a bad word," Zhu Qinghuan said to Nanyang, "we are not familiar with each other, you still remember me and always laugh at me, isn't it a good person?"

She had known Nanyang for too short a time. If she could have known her for a few decades, Zhu Qinghuan would know that Nanyang had never laughed in those past times. Because there is no reason to make her laugh. A person who can't laugh, no one thinks she is a good person.

Nanyang was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you have anyone you like?"

Zhu Qinghuan shook his head: "No."

Nanyang was silent for a while, his voice became much quieter, and his tone was lightly shallow: "Then you... can you try to like me?"

Zhu Qinghuan was obviously stunned. She opened her mouth for a while, and whispered: "I don't like women."

Nanyang's fingers tightened by the fountain.

"Sorry, I don't look down on people who like women. I just want to tell you the facts. After all, we will live together for a long time in the future. Even if you are a stranger to me, I don't want to see you disappointed. I don’t like women, and I don’t intend to talk about relationships, so don’t have expectations of me."

Zhu Qinghuan paused, and then said: "This marriage is not the master of my own. I have no choice but to get the certificate from you. But this is already my limit. You had better not ask too much for the rest. . In the future, you can find other people you like. I also hope to have my own freedom. We can act in front of the media, but privately, it’s better not to have too many intersections."

Not liking women is actually an excuse. In fact, she hasn't really liked anyone, so she can't tell whether she likes men or women. She just didn't dare to have too much involvement with such rich people, Mei Zhongli had left her too much psychological shadow. In the face of money, everything about her seemed so insignificant. Her personality, her will, and her dignity were all smaller than the ants. She also doesn't want to have any love with such a rich person. The rich love you when they want to love you, and love others when they want to love you. They have this capital. But what do you have?

If she can't hold her own heart, then there is only one possibility of being slaughtered.

Nan Yang lowered her eyes, unable to see the emotions in her eyes.

For a long time, she whispered: "But I like you."

Zhu Qinghuan frowned and was puzzled by Nanyang's sudden confession: "We have never seen it before, how can you like me?"

Nan Yang raised his eyes to look at her.

"A long time ago, I started to like you."

She murmured like a dream.

Zhu Qinghuan was silent, don't open his eyes and think carefully about the meaning of Nanyang's words, thinking that she should have seen herself on TV, when she was in Australia.

"Sorry... I may not be able to accept this..."

This kind of love at first sight on a screen is too unreliable. Shallow and frivolous.

Nan Yang stared at her for an instant, and said softly: "Qing Huan, look at my face."

Zhu Qinghuan got goose bumps when she heard Nan Yang suddenly calling her like this. Most of her friends call her best wishes, and her elders like to call her girl, very few people call the last two words of her name. But the woman in front of her who couldn't even talk about her friends suddenly yelled these two words affectionately. It was so intimate, she even had the illusion that Nan Yang must have called this name many, many times before today.

"I... what are you doing?" Zhu Qinghuan hugged his arm.

Nan Yang's eyes flashed with a gloomy light, as if restraining something. When she spoke again, the humble voice could no longer be hidden: "Am I not good-looking? Why don't you try to like me?"

Nan Yang's face is no longer beautiful in two words, she is as perfect as a hand-carved artwork. Zhu Qinghuan, as an entertainer who relies on her face to eat, she has to admit that her face is not as good as Nanyang. Not only she, even in the entertainment industry where beautiful women gather, she can't find the five senses more than Nanyang. Delicate woman. But does she have to like her to look good? Zhu Qinghuan was a little frightened by her appearance as if she was miserable in love, and the unfounded feelings would make people unable to help but guess the hidden motives behind her.

The friendliness in Zhu Qinghuan's eyes slowly faded, and her voice faded a lot: "I don't think your mind is so clear."

Nanyang saw the coldness and alienation in her eyes, the kind of alienation that was too lazy to cover up with etiquette.

Nan Yang suddenly smiled.

For the first time, Zhu Qinghuan saw her smile so much, showing part of her white teeth and a small pear vortex on her lips. When she laughed, even the curvature of her nose was beautiful.

However, she was smiling clearly, but the bitterness in her eyes could not be concealed.

"I'm sorry." Nan Yang stopped smiling when she apologized, and she returned to her cold face again, "I may indeed knock my head unconscious."

Looking at Nanyang like this, Zhu Qinghuan felt soft again.

"Or, we can be ordinary friends." She compromised.

Nan Yang shook his head, still trying his best to maintain a gentle tone: "You don't have to force yourself. I really...not very popular."

Zhu Qinghuan wanted to say something, but Nanyang stood up and asked her softly: "Remember to eat, it's cold at night, don't stand here for too long."

After speaking, Nan Yang turned and left. She walked very slowly, her back was stretched by the moonlight, and she looked lonely.

Zhu Qinghuan looked at Nan Yang, who was slowly walking away, and suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart. She obviously felt that she had done nothing wrong, but she was still very guilty, guilty for no reason.