I, Qing Huan

During the meal, the atmosphere on the table was somewhat awkward.

Nan Yang had recovered her expressionless cold face, but the end of her eyes was still flushing, and her right hand holding chopsticks was shaking. Qing Huan's face is even redder, no matter what, it is always embarrassing to be knocked by her mother and kiss others.

Zhu Jun didn’t know what had just happened, and he kept greeting them to eat food: "Girl, why are you in a daze? Your mother made you special bacon, try it quickly. Boss Nan also eat it, we don’t know you like it. What to eat, I won’t give you random recommendations. You can taste them and eat more if you like."

Yu Fengli is a middle-aged person in her forties, and she has been familiar with this kind of thing for a long time. It is normal for young people to like to hug each other. She also followed and persuaded the dishes as usual: "You guys eat quickly, my craftsmanship is particularly good, I taught this girl's cooking skills. I heard that boss Nan likes to eat her cooking, she is far behind me. Well, you quickly taste what I made and see if it tastes hundreds of times better than hers."

"……Ok."

Nanyang leaned his chopsticks towards a plate of sweet and sour balls, and caught them in the air. The **** slipped out of the chopsticks and bounced back into the plate. Her hand was shaking more and more severely, and when she tried to clamp it again, she couldn't even get stuck.

Qing Huan immediately took the chopsticks to help her clamp it, and said to Feng Li: "Mom, prepare some wooden chopsticks next time. This kind of metal chopsticks is too slippery for her to hold."

"Oh, I feel sorry for you. When have you ever felt so sorry for me and your dad?" Yu Fengli said sourly.

Zhu Jun smiled and brought up a bottle of liquor from under the table, took two wine glasses from the tray, and handed one to Nanyang: "Don't be surprised, boss Nan, come, have two glasses?"

Qing Huan immediately said, "Dad, she can't drink."

"What's the matter?" Zhu Jun looked at Nanyang caringly, "The liver is not very good. Have you taken cephalosporins?"

"Neither," Qing Huan replied for Nanyang again, "She doesn't drink well, and she may get hives after drinking. Don't rush her to drink."

Zhu Jun was from the Northeast and was used to drinking two glasses at the dinner table, but after hearing his daughter say this, he could only put the wine bottle back in angrily.

Yu Fengli tweeted: "Girl, you are too protective of your wife. I really don't see that you are eleven years younger than boss Nan." She turned to look at Nan Yang and smiled gently, "However, Nan The boss looks really young. It stands to reason that you should be only nine years younger than me, but it makes people think that you are a little younger than our girl."

Nanyang is indeed smaller than the current Qinghuan.

Her appearance and body are fixed at the age of twenty, and now Qing Huan is twenty-four years old. To some extent, she is indeed four years younger than Qing Huan.

Twenty years old may be called an "old age" in ancient times. After all, Qing Huan at that time was only seventeen years old, and sixteen or seventeen was the age to marry. However, the modern twenty-year-old is really too young, and she is only two years older than Ming Wan Cheng in terms of right and left. Ming Wan Cheng's face is still childish, and where can her face become mature.

If Qing Huan can't remember her anymore, the age on the ID card will drag on for a few years, dragging it to more than 40, I really don't know if she will be caught as a monster for research.

But... when will she remember herself?

Nan Yang weakly shook the chopsticks in the handshake, full of confusion at the unknown.

Although Qing Huan hasn't recovered his memory, they are already together, and life is going smoothly. Qing Huan also seems to have returned to what she was three thousand years ago. She will take care of herself like three thousand years ago, will be gentle and patient in cooking for herself, will help herself with all small difficulties, and she will like to look at herself badly. cry. Except for no memory, she seems to be her old time.

She was already her, but she couldn't remember their past.

Nanyang has always avoided this problem subconsciously recently, and is unwilling to think about the crux of it. But the problem lies there. She will eventually face it. If Qinghuan really can't remember herself, then she will not grow old in her life, and they will still experience another life and death.

This is the ninety-ninth life. If there is no result in this life, what should we do in the next life?

Can she still sense Qing Huan's next life?

in case……

If she can't feel it anymore, and she will never die, then how will she go on alone in those endless times in the future?

Qing Huan noticed that Nan Yang was in a trance. After putting her three sweet and sour **** in the bowl, she knocked the edge of the porcelain bowl with metal chopsticks: "Don't be in a daze, eat."

"……Ok."

Nan Yang condensed his thoughts and focused on the meal in front of him.

After a meal, Nanyang didn't say a word, and quietly ate half a bowl of rice and the piles of vegetables that Qinghuan gave her. Yu Fengli's craftsmanship is indeed very good. She eats so much that she doesn't care about chatting with Zhu Jun. Another, she has always followed the ancient motto "Don't eat and sleep," and being silent when eating and sleeping is an eternal rule for millennia. In addition, she has some concerns that cannot escape tonight.

After dinner, Qing Huan took Nanyang back to the bedroom. This time, she cleverly dropped the lock.

Qing Huan quickly discovered that Nanyang was not right after the meal, so she called her twice, but Nanyang didn't hear it.

Nan Yang sat in the same position he had just sat before going out to eat, quietly looking at the night scene outside the French windows. Qing Huan sat beside her, held her cold fingers, and called her again: "Nanyang?"

"...Huh?" Nan Yang returned to his senses and looked at the soft woman beside him.

"What are you thinking?" Qing Huan asked her, tilting her head.

Nanyang was silent for a moment, and replied softly: "Think of some past events."

Qing Huan looked at the floor and asked in a low voice, "Can you tell me?"

Nan Yang pursed his lips and said nothing.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Qing Huan said hurriedly: "I don't want to spy on your sex, I just..." She sighed in annoyance and forced herself to finish the rest of the sentence, "I'm just sorry, your past three I haven't participated in fifteen years, I...want to know what you have experienced in the past, I am curious about how you were before."

"The way I used to be..." Nan Yang clenched his right hand, feeling the pain of the missing muscles and bones in his right wrist, frowning, "...you still don't know."

Qing Huan looked at her cold profile for a long time, without speaking for a long time.

When I spoke again, there was bitterness in his voice: "...Is it related to another girl?"

Another girl?

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, as if the feminine girl who liked to wear moon white dress appeared again.

From ancient times to the present, there is only her.

Whether it's in the past full of grudges and hatred, or the flashy and noisy modern day, she is the light joy that loves herself like her life. And in his long life, he has never only surrendered to her.

Nanyang was in a trance again.

Seeing her not answering for a long time, Qing Huan felt a pain in her heart.

Her mind was reverberating with the sentence Nanyang had said-"I only liked you."

Is she really alone?

Nan Yang is not a teenage girl, let alone a young woman in her early twenties, she is already thirty-five years old. In the past thirty-five years that no one knows, has there been no one who really moved her?

She never mentioned one thing to anyone.

Nanyang is not a virgin.

In fact, she has no paranoia in this regard, and she never thinks that a normal behavior with a strong affection is a stain on this person. Sometimes when faced with people who demand that their partner must be a virgin, she would also persuade them to let go of their inherent prejudices. The times are developing, and that kind of thing is as normal as eating.

But when it really happened to herself, she was still sluggish for a while.

She didn't dislike anything. She was just jealous, and she was crazy with jealousy.

She had seen Nan Yang's cold face stained with sex, so enchanting and beautiful, like a gorgeous flower that only blooms once in a lifetime. When she watched her weeping beige eyes filled with tears, her unimpeded fingertips were receiving a cruel reprieve.

She couldn't help thinking, who else had seen Nanyang's appearance?

Under whose hands did she bloom for the first time?

She still cried so fragilely in front of whom?

After all, this piece of snow melted into water not only in the palm of oneself. How can she be willing? Such a beautiful person, such a rare magnificent scenery in the world, has been appreciated by another person, how could she not care at all?

If you really love someone, she will care about it crazy even when she looks at others.

But the past is over, no matter how obsessed she is, she can't obliterate the existence of that old person.

If you are destined to be unable to hold her past, then you will firmly hold the woman right now. No matter what, she will belong to her from now on and can never be changed.

"Nanyang."

She called her name.

Nan Yang blinked, "...Huh?"

Qing Huan's voice is even more frivolous than the night outside the window: "Can you do it tonight?"

Nan Yang was stunned for a moment, before pulling out of his profound memories for a long time, and reacting to Qing Huan's too straightforward words, a little slow in his voice, "...Your parents are next door."

This is out of style.

"It's okay," Qing Huan looked at her, the corners of her lips smiled deceptively as usual, "Anyway, you don't usually like to speak out."

Nan Yang pursed her lips, unexpectedly not to accommodate her this time: "I have to shoot tomorrow, forget it."

Qing Huan has been filming scenes in Zangzuo for several days. Before today, she had spent two nights in the crew without sleeping. Tomorrow, I will enter the variety group again. I don’t know what kind of physical games are waiting for her. It’s better to let her rest tonight.

After being declined twice, Qing Huanjian did not ask any more.

"Then we sleep."

"Ok."

In fact, it was just after nine o'clock, far less than the time they usually sleep. However, Qing Huan had been tired for several days, and Nanyang wanted to let her sleep a little longer, after all, she had to catch a plane to Hojing again tomorrow morning.

After washing, the two turned off the lights and lay in bed.

Nanyang didn't lie down, and she wasn't sleepy yet, so she leaned on the bedside and looked at her notebook. This notebook is full of home cooking practices that Qing Huan taught herself. She has memorized a lot in the past month, and she will review it from time to time. Although it is still difficult to make big dishes, there are many simple side dishes like scrambled eggs mixed with cold dishes.

It has become her recent habit to watch it every night before going to bed.

Qing Huan curled up beside Nan Yang, close to her waist. Because Nanyang was sitting, she hugged Nanyang's thigh like a bear doll. Nanyang lifted her thigh obediently to make her hug more comfortably and snugly.

Nanyang thought that Qing Huan was asleep, her legs were a little numb, but she didn't move.

But Qing Huan kept her eyes open from an angle she couldn't see, without sleep.

Nan Yang always accommodates herself, and she agrees no matter what request she makes. Why would she refuse her request today?

She hugged Nanyang's thigh tightly, and couldn't stop thinking about the words Nanyang said just now--

"...Think of some past events."

Will those past events make her temporarily lose interest in **** with herself?