I, Qing Huan

Early the next morning, Nan Yang found that Qing Huan hadn't slept well.

I yawned when I brushed my teeth, yawned on the way to the airport, and yawned when I checked in.

Because it is a variety show, the flight information has long been exposed to the fan base. At the airport, there are many fans who come and drop off the plane, holding all kinds of aids, big and small gifts desperately stuffed into Qinghuan’s arms, Xiaoye kept passing by and piled up in his arms. Like a mountain.

The fans in charge of returning the pictures were carrying large or small equipment, and the long shots almost caught Nan Yang's face.

Several traitors also appeared in the fan pile. There are several cute young ladies who have a cheering towel on their necks with the words "Boss Nan" printed on them, and there are also several shots of Nanyang who have a drunken shot.

After passing the security check, they can be cleaned up, but there are still many fans who are so powerful that they can enter the security check. It took more than half an hour to take off. They sat in the waiting area and waited. Nan Yang watched the Kindle silently, and Qing Huan stood up and took out a lot of candies that he had prepared long ago from his bag to share with the fans.

In the beginning, the company asked her to send sugar at the airport as a daily pet powder. Later, after her popularity stabilized, the company did not continue to request it. But she still brings a big bag of sweets and snacks to these little girls who don't even care about breakfast in order to see her.

The fans were also moved, so one of the entries she often wrote was called #刻在骨子里的温柔#.

How many top artists in the entertainment industry who are willing to hand out candy to fans at the airport every time?

The plane finally began to check tickets, and Qing Huan gave the fans the last bit of sugar, and said goodbye with a formulaic smile. Xiaoye handed all the gifts to the bodyguard, and hurriedly followed them to check the tickets.

For some special reasons, the company did not buy first-class tickets, but the variety show group was rushed, so this time they took a rare trip to economy class. A group of Wuyangyang people crowded together, but there was another kind of excitement. Many people noticed the coming of stars, and they twisted their necks and stretched their necks to look here.

The tickets of the three of them are connected together. According to the position on the ticket, Nanyang sits by the window, Qinghuan sits in the middle, and Xiaoye sits in the aisle. But when he was seated, Nanyang held on to the chair in the aisle and looked towards Qinghuan: "Sit down by the window."

She knows that Qing Huan likes to watch herself go through the clouds when taking off, so she usually gives up her position by the window.

Without the fans, Qing Huan finally got rid of the long-stale smile on his face, walked feebly to the innermost seat and sat down, covering his mouth and yawning again.

Nan Yang sat down beside her, helped her fasten her seat belt, and asked softly, "Do you still see the clouds today?"

"Don't look at it," Qing Huan shook his head, leaned over and leaned tiredly on Nanyang's shoulder, with a dull voice, "I'm so sleepy."

"Well, then sleep."

Nanyang raised his hand and put down the visor.

Qing Huan hugged Nanyang's left arm, buried her face deeply in the white shirt on her shoulders, sniffed the plum fragrance in the fabric, and a dull voice came from the shirt: "Nanyang, I miss you."

The corner of Nan Yang's eyes bends, and she raised her hand to rub Qing Huan's long curly hair, "Aren't we always together?"

"Well," Qing Huan lifted half of his face, with a charming smile at the corner of her lips, "It's very strange, obviously you have been by my side, but I still miss you so much."

Nan Yang smiled slightly.

"What about you?" Qing Huan's eyes narrowed gently, "Did you miss me?"

Nan Yang pursed the corners of his lips, and replied softly, "You are by my side."

"But, don't you think that every second you can't touch the other party, you miss the other party?" Qing Huan's fingers stroked Nanyang's forearm, and slowly slid to the cuff, from the gap between the cuff buttons Sneaking in and scratching the skin of her wrist, "Nanyang, every second I can't touch you, I miss you so much."

Nanyang’s skin is sensitive, and the crowds around the economy class are crowded. Although the light gesture is not excessive, she immediately pressed her hand and her ears were reddish: "Don't."

Watching her slender fingers covering the back of her hand, Qing Huan wrinkled bitterly at the end of her eyes.

She couldn't understand something now.

For example, is the current Nanyang because he is reserved and does not allow him to touch her in public, or is it because he still thinks of the old person in his heart and instinctively dislikes his closeness?

What happened last night that suddenly reminded her of the past?

Is it a dish on the table? Or a piece of furniture in the bedroom?

Qing Huan buried her head in Nanyang's white shirt again, with a small piece of cloth bitten by her sharp teeth.

She would never cook the dishes on the dinner table yesterday. Throw away all the dolls in the bedroom after you return.

With confused thoughts, she fell asleep vaguely.

Nan Yang felt the moment Qing Huan bit her clothes, and knew that the child fell asleep for a while and drooled. She pulled a tissue from her pocket with one hand and carefully placed it on Qing Huan's chin.

When he was mating, a small head suddenly turned around in the front row.

A little girl who looked only seven or eight years old was lying on the backrest, looking at them with bright eyes. The little girl wore her cute double ponytails and pinned the small butterfly hairpin. With a slight movement, the pair of butterfly wings wearing colorful beads flickered.

Nanyang has always liked children, especially cute children. Seeing that no one around was looking at herself, she curled her mouth at the little girl.

The little girl blushed, and said in her milky voice: "Sister, I am your CP fan."

The curvature of Nanyang's lips froze.

Now that such a young child knows the term CP fan?

"Do you know what CP means?" Nanyang felt curious. She didn't know what it meant until she actively searched for the word.

"My sister and I said that if you like to see two people together, that's their CP fan." The little girl blinked her big eyes and smiled so that two dimples were swayed. "I especially like watching you guys. Let’s take mom’s mobile phone to watch. Sometimes you will be on hot search, I keep going in, keep going, keep going, hoping to top you up and let everyone see you."

Nanyang couldn't help but smile.

The little girl’s mother turned her head beside her with an apologetic expression: “I’m sorry, we didn’t intend to disturb you.” After that, she hugged the little girl back and whispered, “I’ll take off soon. Not fasten your seat belt?"

The little girl struggled: "Wait, mother."

She lay down on the backrest again, touched her hair with a small hand, took off her butterfly hairpin with flickering wings, stretched her arms and handed it to Nanyang: "Sister, Little Butterfly gives you this."

Nanyang didn't answer, but he bent his eyes and asked, "You gave us the little butterfly, then you won't have it."

The little girl shook her head: "I have one more, in the dressing cabinet at home. Sister, this one is for you."

Nanyang looked at her mother and asked, "Can I take it?"

The woman was taken aback for a moment, obviously she didn't expect Nan Yang would take the initiative to ask herself such small questions, and nodded her head hurriedly: "Of course, it's just a hairpin. You like to take it whatever you want."

"Ok."

Nan Yang took the hairpin over, and gently pinched the flap of the fan with her fingertips.

The little girl smiled contentedly when she saw her accept it, and then obediently let her mother carry herself back to the seat.

Nanyang held the hairpin and looked at it for a long time. It is a very ordinary hairpin, you can buy it for two dollars on the side of the road. It is made of stainless steel. The butterfly wings are tied to the middle of the main stem by two small springs. The wings are covered with colorful beads, and it moves slightly. The wings kept flapping up and down.

Nan Yang touched the metal wings.

There was a small bulge on the edge of the wings, and only when the fingertips touched it, it was scratched.

Nan Yang frowned and looked at his bleeding fingers, and couldn't help but sigh, how could this thing get on the plane, but his BM47 had to be consigned. At least the knife never scratched her.

She pinched the sharp bulge, applied a little bit of internal strength to flatten it, touched it for a long time, and nodded in satisfaction after confirming that it would not scratch anyone.

Qing Huan, who was sleeping with her arm in her arms, snorted in a dream.

Nan Yang looked at the quiet sleeping face, pursed his mouth and raised a smile, raised his hand, and carefully pinned the butterfly hairpin to Qinghuan's hair.

The little butterfly fluttered its wings and stayed on the long curly hair that was exquisitely permed and enchanting, like a gull that just perched on the Qinghai waves of classical Nishijin weaving, and looked like a Japanese painting.

As time passed, the wings slowly became calmer. Nan Yang stared at the wings that had stopped, not blinking or blinking.

After a while, she opened her lips lightly, her shoulders floated, and she breathed into the wings.

The butterfly caught the east wind happily swayed its wings, curling up the strong light from the stratosphere, reflected in Nanyang's smiling eyes.

Xiaoye was ashamed while drinking coffee.

Boss Nan is so naive.

An hour later, the plane arrived at Hokyo Airport.

This time the pilot’s skills were very good, and there was no sense of shock when landing. The aircraft began to announce the arrival information, and the seat belts could not be unlocked until they stopped. The volume of the announcement was not low, and there were almost no people still sleeping on the plane, except for Qinghuan, who was unconsciously sleeping with Nanyang's arm.

The door of the plane has been opened, and a farewell announcement rang from the cabin.

Xiaoye stood up first, blocking Nanyang and Qinghuan. Many people looked curiously here when they left. There were a few girls who wanted to come over to sign, but they were all scared away by Xiaoye's stinky face.

When everyone was almost gone, Xiaoye breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned forward to wake up Qing Huan.

Nan Yang raised her hand and interrupted her, "Let her sleep for a while, I will carry her out."

Xiaoye, who had been forcibly stuffed with dog food, smiled and gave Nanyang enough room to come out.

Nan Yang unfastened Qing Huan's seat belt, helped her arm, put her on her back, and carried her up skillfully. The two people squeezed through the narrow passage, and when they reached the door of the cabin, the stewardess and the flight attendant who were standing there looked at them in a daze.

Ho Kyung is a sunny day today.

The warm sun shrouded it, stroking the eyebrows of all the tourists or returning home.

The cold woman in a white shirt stepped steadily on every gangway grid, her steps not hurriedly and methodically. On her back is a beautiful and beautiful woman sleeping, with long curly hair draped down and wrapped around the white shirt of the woman in front, like a strand of ink dripping into clear water. As they stepped down the gangway, a butterfly hairpin pinned to the curly woman's head flapped its unique wings. From a distance in the sun, it really seemed that a butterfly fell in her hair.