I, Qing Huan

Tomorrow night Cheng Cheng's writing about Wusan became more and more broken, crying and writing, looking pitiful and funny. Qi Yi squeezed a handful of toilet paper in his hand, helping Ming Cheng to wipe her tears carefully, but let her cry no matter how badly it was, Qi Yi just didn't let her go.

Maybe this episode will be broadcast, and many viewers will think she is too much.

However, it doesn't hurt to learn more. Acheng has never even read elementary school. If she always makes common sense mistakes in the future, everyone will make fun of her more or less. Even if she didn't smile on her face, she still had to poke her spine and mock her for being illiterate. Qi Yi didn't want to see her become the laughing stock of others.

In future shows, Mingwan Cheng may still spit out a few untimely idioms because of her ignorance. She was originally a newcomer. This kind of illiterate black spot will be repeated again. How can she go smoothly in the entertainment industry in the future? Go down? Now she is in front of the camera forcing Cheng Ming to do his homework, and at any rate she shows the appearance to the audience so that everyone can see that Cheng is working hard. In this case, even if Acheng exposes her ignorance when recording a program in the future, she will become her cute spot instead of a black spot.

However, Cheng Cheng couldn't think of this level tomorrow night, she just felt wronged.

She was crying so badly, Cen Ziyan and Qing Huan looked at her one after another, and their eyes showed a bit of distress.

After all, she's just an eighteen-year-old little sister.

Qing Huan couldn't help it. After thinking about it for a long time, she finally came up with a curvilinear way to save the country: "I want to go to the toilet, who of you still wants to go?"

"I want to go," Cen Ziyan answered immediately, saying, she looked at Bai Jin Qiu timidly again, "Auntie, can I go?"

Bai Jinqiu nodded lightly.

Qing Huan deliberately touched Ming Wancheng's shoulder, "Acheng, do you want to go to the toilet?"

Tomorrow night nodded hurriedly: "Go, go!"

With that, the three of them all got up and walked towards the door one after another. Qing Huan blinked at Nan Yang: "Go to the toilet."

Nanyang took out a bag of napkins from his pocket, threw it into Qing Huan's arms accurately, and faintly spit out a few words: "The toilet is dirty, wipe it more."

"I know." Qing Huan smiled softly.

Nanyang watched her walk a few steps, and when she carefully opened the iron door, she couldn't help adding: "Hurry back."

Qing Huan smiled even more: "I know."

Qi Yi watched the three young girls walk out back and forth, flinched in the corridor for a while, and then closed the door after confirming that there was no danger. She smiled and shook her head. There are many girls in school who have to go to the bathroom in groups. Unexpectedly, when girls grow up, they still can't fix the problem of going to the bathroom together.

After the three young people left, Room 3 fell silent instantly.

It was terribly quiet.

Qi Yi looked at the two women who were looking at the notebooks and books with cold faces, and touched his arms.

She should be regarded as the gentlest of the three in the past. After the little girls have left, it is best not to let the atmosphere in front of the camera cool down. With this thought in mind, she took the initiative to find a topic: "Mr. Bai, boss Nan, what do you guys look at?"

Bai Jinqiu and Nan Yang raised their heads at the same time.

"Masterpiece." Bai Jinqiu was expressionless.

"Recipe." Nan Yang's expression was lighter.

Qi Yi continued to find the topic with difficulty: "Does it look good?"

"Okay."

"improvise."

"O... Then do you want to keep watching?"

"Ok."

"Ok."

"Then... look at it..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Qi Yi pushed the golden glasses on the bridge of his nose.

After she did not speak, the air fell silent again.

Qi Yi fought a cold war.

She seems to be able to imagine that when this section is cut into a film, a pile of falling leaves will be made in the later stage, and then a crow screaming "Ah-ah-" will be drawn across the top of the screen, followed by A string of silent ellipsis.

For some reason, she had the illusion that staying with these two women was more freezing than just staying in room 2 full of dry ice. She sat opposite them, as if two closet air conditioners were blowing violently against her.

Qi Yi lowered her head to look at her lesson plan. She was not a talkative person at all. After a few words were not followed, she gave up the idea of ​​warming the scene.

Room 3, which was still lively not long ago, was instantly cold like an ice cellar.

On the other side, the atmosphere of the three young girls is quite normal. Cen Ziyan and Qing Huan were friends at first, and Cheng was a self-acquaintance tomorrow night. They had already mingled with Cen Ziyan. After the three entered the toilet, they chatted and laughed.

The program team also considered that they have the need to go to the toilet, so there is no camera in the first cubicle, and they can solve their needs there. However, going to the toilet was originally an excuse for them to sneak out. In fact, no one wanted to actually go to the toilet.

So the three of them leaned in the toilet and talked.

Tomorrow night, I sighed: "I really admire you two. I married two Bingtuosi. Boss Nan and Teacher Bai just sat there, and they haven't spoken for a long time. It's terrible."

Qing Huan laughed and said: "No matter how terrible, can there be Xiaoyi terrible? At least we two were not as bullied as you were crying."

"My elder sister is not bullying me!" Tomorrow night she hurriedly defended, "I...I can't write the question, I am stupid. My sister is for my good, she is not bullying me."

Since Cen Ziyan stepped out of Bai Jinqiu's sight, her whole body has become a lot brighter, and her smile finally spread to the bottom of her eyes, "A Cheng, you and Teacher Qi...actually, they are quite good."

"It's just a friend." Cheng immediately shied away tomorrow night.

Now it's under the camera, and everything they say will be recorded. In fact, she herself didn't care about being paired with Qi Yi by others. Instead, she was eager for others to get together, but Qi Yi was not necessarily willing. So she can't go down the camera to echo the remarks that matched them.

"Then Acheng, do you have anyone else you like?" Cen Ziyan asked, "Or, you don't have first love yet?"

Tomorrow night, blushing and shaking his head.

"Acheng is still young, don't tease her," Qing Huan said with a smile, "Speaking of first love, Ziyan, Teacher Bai should be your first love, right?"

Cen Ziyan's face stiffened when she heard Bai Jinqiu's name. After a long while, she nodded and whispered, "Um...yes."

Cheng Cheng said tomorrow night: "But Teacher Bai is so many years older than you, her first love is probably not you anymore."

"A Cheng." Qing Huan frowned and shook her head.

This is too anachronistic.

"It's better for you, Master." Mingwan said with emotion. Both the ancestor and the master are the only ones in each other's lives. One is a big iceberg that has been frozen for three thousand years, and the other is a hedgehog wrapped in cotton. They don't easily allow others to look at their own hearts. Only after they get close to each other can they begin to let things like love appear in their world.

But Qing Huan didn't think so like Ming Wan Cheng.

She remembered the night spent at Zhu's house again. Nanyang, who has always indulged her, rejected her two pleas, and when asked about the past, those deep eyes that fell into memories and the nostalgic reluctance to give up.

Nanyang is her first love, but she is not Nanyang's first love.

In fact, it is normal for a 35-year-old woman to have a past that belongs to her. She didn't feel anything wrong. But she underestimated her own desire to possess Nanyang, she couldn't wait to possess all of her, not only her in the present, her in the past, and her in the future, she wanted to hold it all in her hands. Therefore, Nanyang’s past has become a tiny thorn, softly hidden in the flesh, and I can’t remember it when I am not moving, but once this is involved, it will come to scratch my heart. Itching.

Cen Ziyan's voice interrupted her thoughts: "Let's go back to sleep and everyone will sleep so that Teacher Qi won't let Ah Cheng continue to do his homework."

Qing Huan recovered, and a concealed smile appeared on her lips: "Okay, just do what Ziyan said."

Tomorrow night, he bowed deeply moved: "Thank you sisters, thank you!"

"You are the youngest, of course we should take care of you." Cen Ziyan said softly.

Tomorrow night she accepted Cen Ziyan's statement with a smile.

I don't know what expressions would Qing Huan and Cen Ziyan have on their faces if they knew that the girl in front of them who was spoiled by them as little sisters was actually an old monster who had lived for more than three thousand years.

They said that they had come out to go to the bathroom, and naturally it was not easy to stay too long. After a few conversations, they went home.

When walking into Room 3, a few people just stepped in, and they could feel the strong air-conditioning inside. The room was terribly quiet, and it seemed that the sound could be heard when a needle dropped.

If they didn't know that these three older people weren't chatters, they might have mistakenly thought that there was a quarrel in this room.

Seeing that Qing Huan had returned, Nan Yang closed his notebook and reached out to her: "Come on."

Qing Huan walked over naturally, held Nanyang's hand, and smiled softly: "Aren't you sleepy?"

Nan Yang nodded.

"Then let's sleep, okay?" Qing Huan bent a pair of soft eyes.

"Great."

Nanyang answered meekly.

So Qing Huan made a few noises and asked everyone if they would like to sleep. Cen Ziyan and Ming Wancheng agreed. Bai Jinqiu also acquiesced. Qi Yi really didn't hold Acheng to do his homework anymore, and put the lesson plans away and started to organize sleeping bags.

The three women whispered to discuss the use of sleeping bags. Nanyang and Qing Huan slept together, Bai Jinqiu let Cen Ziyan sleep, and he sat quietly staring at Cen Ziyan who was huddled in her sleeping bag. Neither Qi Yi nor Ming Wancheng went into the sleeping bag, but leaned against the wall together, covering their sleeping bag to keep out the cold.

After everyone settled down, they turned off the lights in Room 3 and the camera turned on the night shooting mode.

The room is very small, although everyone deliberately left a little space, but basically it is still crowded. The lower part of Nanyang Qinghuan's sleeping bag is next to Cen Ziyan's sleeping bag. Bai Jinqiu is sitting on Qi Yi's left. Qi Yi can clearly hear the breathing of Bai Jinqiu and Ming Wancheng. The six people who were still unfamiliar in the morning, because of this small half-day game and the opportunity of having to be trapped together to sleep, narrowed a lot of distance.

Although the lights were turned off, most people didn't feel sleepy for a while, so in the darkness, tomorrow night they volunteered to tell everyone a bedtime story.

It's a fairy tale, "The Cat in Boots" in "The Grimm's Fairy Tales".

Both Qing Huan and Cen Ziyan listened with gusto. Bai Jinqiu opened his eyes expressionlessly in the dark. Nan Yang lay beside Qing Huan, his breath gradually becoming impatient.

"What's the matter? Don't like to listen?" Qing Huan lowered her voice, and her hand in the sleeping bag squeezed Nanyang's waist dishonestly.

Nanyang didn't speak, but the word "boring" was written all over her eyes. She wanted to sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep at all by the utterly mellow voice of tomorrow night. She simply picked up the notebook again and continued to read the recipe in the dim night light.

Qing Huan frowned: "It's so dark, you still look at it, aren't you afraid your eyes are bad?"

"...It's okay."

Nanyang is already well-versed in the five senses, so seeing things at night is not difficult for her.

Qing Huan hugged her from behind, and didn't persuade her any more, just smiled and rubbed the tip of her nose against her soft black hair.

Tomorrow night Cheng was halfway through and was interrupted by Qi Yi: "What's so nice about fairy tales? Everyone is an adult. What's the difference between listening to these cats, cats and dogs talking about people and watching Pleasant Goats? Acheng, sister Let me tell you something interesting."

This is the first time Qi Yi called herself "elder sister" to Ming Wan Cheng, and Cheng smiled and said, "Okay, sister, tell me!"

Qi Yi took off the golden glasses from the bridge of his nose and pinched it in his hand, with a smirk on his lips.

"By the way, there was a doctor, and everyone was almost gone one night, and he was still undergoing surgery. It was very late and late after the emergency room, and he was about to go home. When he went to the elevator door, he suddenly met a woman. Nurse. He took the elevator downstairs with the female nurse."

Cheng's smile solidified on his mouth tomorrow night, slowly falling down, and there was no smile in his eyes.

"But the elevator didn't stop until it reached the first floor. It went down and down. At B3, the elevator door opened, and a little girl appeared in front of them, lowered her head and said that she wanted to take the elevator. The doctor hurriedly closed the elevator when she saw it. door."

"Why?" Ming night Cheng blinked a pair of pure eyes with fear.

"Yes, the nurse also found it very strange, so she asked the doctor:'Why didn't you let her come up?' The doctor said,'B3 is our hospital's morgue. The hospital tied a red ribbon to the right hand of each corpse. , Just now, there was a red ribbon like that on the right hand of that little girl...'"

There was a few cold breaths in the darkness, and I don't know who was frightened.

Tomorrow night Cheng was afraid and wanted to hear, and she trembled and asked, "Well, then?"

"Then..." Qi Yi squinted her lips, she seemed to have a sigh of laughter without glasses, "The nurse listened, and slowly stretched out her right hand, and said with a yin smile--"

"'Is it... such a red ribbon?'"

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

Suddenly, one after another weeping came from the room without warning.

Bai Jinqiu, who has been silent, has a rare panic in his voice: "Yanyan, don't be afraid, they are all fake."

Qi Yi smiled and sighed, grabbed a handful of paper and stuck it on Ming Cheng's face, "Why are you crying? How old are you, can such an old ghost story scare you?"

Bai Jinqiu was originally sitting, watching Cen Ziyan crying, and hurriedly got up and knelt on the ground, bending over to touch Cen Ziyan's head, "Yanyan, don't cry, auntie is here."

Tomorrow night, I will cry loudly: "Why are you telling this kind of story in such a place..."

Under normal circumstances, this ancient ghost story may not really scare people, but a few of them are now in the ward-themed Room 3, next to the hospital bed full of blood plasma, the corner is full of realism The infusion stand and the hanging bottle are overflowing with immersion.

Listening to the cry of Cen Ziyan and Ming Wancheng, Qing Huan panicked and hurried to see if the woman in her arms was frightened.

She lifted her neck a little, and carefully looked at Nanyang's face from above.

The notebook in Nanyang's hand fell to the floor at some point. She lay there quietly, her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes gently pressed against her lower eyelids, her arms bent up to rest under her neck, and her long breath announced her sound sleep at the moment.

Qing Huan: "..."

Listening to fairy tales is annoying to sleep, but listening to ghost stories can be hypnotized. This woman is truly unique in the world.