I, Qing Huan

The crew who returned to work after the year had a lot of busy work. Qing Huan and Ming Wancheng were caught in the dressing room to do makeup and hair after almost stepping into Li Dong's sight. Before Qing Huan entered the changing room, he hurriedly asked Nan Yang, who was sitting on the corner sofa and watching the Kindle:

"If you are bored, you can go to the southeast corner of Zangzuo. There is a pedestrian street. There is a cart selling candied haws on the second corner from the east. You can eat one if you want."

Nan Yang raised his eyes and confirmed with Qing Huan: "Can I really eat?"

Qing Huan said to herself before that she shouldn't eat too much carbon water when she is old, or she will have diabetes, she always remembered.

"Did you eat less other sweets?" Qing Huan reluctantly unscrewed the door of the changing room, "eat, don't eat too much."

Qi Yi is also getting bored. It is not the first time she has come to explore Qinghuan's class. The filming of the crew is nothing new to her. Tomorrow night Cheng could see the boredom in her eyes. She rushed over and said to Nanyang: "Ancestor, remember to bring my sister, and you can go shopping together."

Qi Yi: "......?"

Nanyang: "..."

Qing Huan answered, "You two will go together and be each other's company. Ah Cheng and I will visit you when we are resting at noon, and we can have dinner together."

Qi Yi glanced at the silent Nanyang awkwardly. Of the four, it is better to pick up two of them at random than their relationship. She didn't even really say a word with Nanyang, now she is going to go shopping with this ice cube face?

Nan Yang put away the Kindle, without any special expression, stood up and picked up the crutches, still a little limp in his left leg, and walked straight out.

Qi Yi looked back and forth in confusion, wondering if he should follow her.

Nanyang had already walked a certain distance, and realized that there was no one behind him, so he turned his head and asked with a blank expression, "Ms. Qi, don't you go?"

"Go, go." Qi Yi bit his scalp and pushed the gold glasses on the bridge of his nose, and followed.

The two were speechless.

Nan Yang is a talkative temperament, and Qi Yi is also a slow-hot person. One is a group of noble masters three thousand years ago, and the other is a teacher who teaches and educates people on the podium. Both of them are used to holding some airs. Without the adjustment of Qinghuan and Mingwancheng, the atmosphere between them is about to freeze.

After walking to the pedestrian street in the southeast corner, the two stood at the intersection, speechless.

Qi Yi couldn't bear this too embarrassing atmosphere, and took the initiative to speak, "Or... Boss Nan will buy candied haws first?"

Nanyang thought for a moment, and uttered two words: "Also."

She leaned on a cane and limped her left leg towards the corner cart that Qinghuan mentioned. Qi Yi followed her, watching her limping movements, couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "I can't be more restrained, I wish you how tired you are..."

Her voice was not loud, but Nan Yang's ears were so good that every word fell into her ears clearly. She turned her head leisurely and said, "I don't think she is tired."

After Qi Yi reflected the meaning in Nanyang’s dialect, he froze for a moment, and then sighed: "Boss Nan, you are also 35 years old anyway, 11 years older than Zhuzhu, how can you be willing to stay Be a..."

"Teacher Qi," Nan Yang interrupted her lightly, "Be careful."

Qi Yi looked suspiciously at the crowds around him, "What's wrong?"

"It's always inappropriate to talk about the bedclothes outside."

"..."

Qi Yi originally thought he was conservative enough, but he didn't expect to meet an old antique Nanyang. What age is this? Do you still have to speak so rigidly? ?

Nanyang walked to the trolley selling candied haws, staring at the dazzling array of candied haws, and asked casually: "Does Teacher Qi want to eat it?"

Qi Yi walked over and pursed his lips.

"If Mr. Nan treats, I will eat."

"Which one does Teacher Qi want to eat?"

"I will eat whichever boss Nan eats."

"Teacher Qi choose."

"Boss Nan choose."

"Teacher Qi, you are welcome."

"Boss Nan doesn't have to be polite with me."

The hawker selling candied haws looked at the two tall women in front of him with a bewilderment. You say "teacher" and I say "boss", and they greet you and don't know if you want to buy them.

After being polite for a long time, Nanyang finally bought two bunches of strawberry with rock sugar. When the hawker handed it over, she only took her own string, instead of picking up the two strings together and handing the other string to Qi Yi like a normal person. When Qi Yi took the rock candy strawberry from the vendor, he couldn't help but sigh, I wish you a good lesson, and boss Nan really cut off all opportunities to contact other women.

Qi Yi bit on the rock candy strawberry and couldn't help but wonder.

She used to be curious, I wish such a beautiful and gentle girl, who can be worthy of?

What kind of people can walk with her without abruptly?

Maybe it's only Nanyang.

They match everywhere, match their looks, ages, and statuses. As soon as they stop there, it makes people feel that these two women are born to make a pair. They are ice and fire, mountains and sea, moon and sun, flowers and butterflies. It's all the twin scenes under the sky, all the things that touch each other.

They should be the only ones in each other's lives.

Nanyang ate the largest strawberry at the top, and glanced at Qi Yi who was wandering, "Teacher Qi, you have to look at the road when you walk."

Only then did Qi Yi notice that he almost hit a safety bolt, his body still kept the forward inertia, and he dodged in embarrassment.

Nanyang didn't help either, still staring straight ahead. Not far in front was an underground supermarket. She stood for a while and said to Qi Yi, who was hurriedly sorting her pants, "I'm going to buy something."

"Go, I won't go in."

"Ok."

Nanyang walked toward the entrance of the supermarket unhurriedly, eating the rock candy strawberries one by one while walking.

Qi Yi watched her into the supermarket and became a little bored. Looking around, she noticed several large-scale crane machines at the entrance of the supermarket, and there was a machine that could scan codes and exchange coins next to it. She thought about having nothing to do, so she used WeChat to scan the twenty-dollar coin and grabbed the doll with her heavy pockets.

This kind of claw machine has a fixed number, the clamps are always loose, and the clamp can only be tightened once forty or fifty times. Qi Yi didn't hold out much hope, she was just killing time.

It took two coins at a time, and soon the twenty coins were used up. Qi Yi went to exchange for another twenty and continued to clamp slowly.

In fact, under normal circumstances, if the first 20 coins have not come up, she won't clip again. But there is a very cute rogue rabbit in today's claw machine. She fell in love with it at a glance and wanted to try it a few more times.

After the eighteenth failure, Qi Yi sighed, then went to his pocket to touch the coins in disappointment. He was touching, and suddenly heard a cold voice behind him:

"It looks like Acheng."

I don't know when Nanyang has come out, carrying an opaque bag in his hand, and don't know what he bought. With her hands behind her waist, she stared straight at the rogue rabbit that Qi Yi had been trying to pick up, without blinking.

Qi Yi blushed suddenly, and a pink color lined the pair of gold glasses in front of her, like peach petals reflecting the warm sunlight: "Where do they look like?"

"Ms. Qi has been holding it for a long time, but it still didn't come.

Nan Yang's voice was very flat, but Qi Yi inexplicably heard a little ridicule if it was a psychological effect.

"Boss Nan seems to be a master of dolls, why not try?"

Nan Yang didn't like this kind of naive game, and she had never played it before. But when she just came over, she saw that the machine nearest to the entrance of the supermarket was filled with exactly the same plush little foxes. A group of white foxes were neatly stacked on top of each other, looking very soft, very charming and gentle. Qinghuan. She pursed the corner of her lips, walked to the coin exchange machine, and scanned the code.

After a while, there was a terrible humming sound from the machine's coin withdrawal.

Qi Yi stared dumbfoundedly at the coins so many that they rushed out of the net pocket and spilled all over the floor. She deeply doubted whether Nanyang had taken all the coins from the entire machine at once.

Nan Yang took off his coat, squatted down and picked up every small coin carefully, and put it in his coat.

When she finished picking it up, the coat was already held up like a bulging sack. She threw the sack on her shoulders, leaving a small opening, and stood in front of the claw machine full of little foxes, digging out and stuffing it into the machine.

For the first time Qi Yi saw someone manipulating a claw machine with one hand.

Nanyang hasn't played it before, and has used it once or twice to get acquainted with the gameplay. She is a master with deep internal strength. She knows how to use her skills to tighten the loose clips. From the third time on, every time she presses the grab button, she will steadily hang out a cute little fox.

Qi Yi looked incredulously at Nanyang picking up dolls one after another, doubting the worldview he had accumulated in the previous twenty-six years.

"Help me find a sack."

Nanyang stared at the claw machine intently and said.

The small half of the claw machine was already empty. She spread her coat directly on the ground, and the countless little foxes that came out were piled on mountain-like coins. Qi Yi saw that she had no place to put it right away and hurried into the supermarket.

She didn't find the kind of woven sacks, only garbage bags.

That kind of huge black garbage bag that can be put on a large garbage bin for sanitation workers.

Something is better than nothing. She dragged the exaggerated garbage bag to settle the bill, dragged it all the way to Nanyang's side in the strange eyes of everyone, and consciously helped her stuff all the little foxes that she had picked out into the black garbage bag.

Qi Yi had an illusion that she felt that she was not a teacher at this moment, but a cleaner. What she stuffed was not a doll, but a bottle of mineral water in the garbage dump.

When Qing Huan and tomorrow night arrived, they saw such a weird scene.

Nanyang, who had his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbow, bent over and concentrated on clamping the doll. Qi Yi squatted behind and stuffed the doll she had thrown into a strange trash bag. As for the claw machine that Nanyang was operating, there were only three little foxes left.

When Qi Yi called them to come here twenty minutes earlier, Qing Huan was full of questions. After coming over, the doubts became even greater. She walked up to Nanyang, watched her take out a little fox from the delivery gate with ease, and asked inexplicably, "What are you doing?"

Nanyang handed the little fox she had just picked up to Qing Huan, with a very faint smile on her lips: "It looks very much like you."

Qing Huan took the little fox over, rubbed his fingertips, and his ears were reddish.

"Then... just clip one, how can you empty everyone else's machine..."

Nan Yang leaned down and put in two more coins, preparing to clamp the last fox doll in the corner of the crane machine.

"you are mine."

She said softly.

Qing Huan opened his eyes, still a little confused in his eyes.

Nan Yang shook the joystick, his lips moved slightly, his voice was lighter:

"Everything like you must also be mine."