I, Qing Huan

It was still raining heavily outside the window, sometimes frantic, sometimes sparse, and there was no tendency to stop. In the middle of the night, thunder was faintly rolling from the horizon, and the dull rumbling sound kept hitting the heart of the sleeper, making people feel depressed in the dream.

Qing Huan only fell asleep shallowly for an hour before being awakened by the thunder outside. She got up from the bed lightly, went to the table and poured herself a glass of water, squinted sleepily, and drank slowly.

Nan Yang was still asleep on the bed, lying on her side with her back to the window, her right arm curled up under her neck, her left hand holding the rattle that she gave her, and the small drumstick **** by the rope playfully drilled Entered the open neckline of her nightgown, buried in the arc of white softness.

Qing Huan put down the cup and walked quietly in front of Nanyang.

She looked at her for a while, bends down quickly, grabbed Nan Yang's left hand as gently as possible, carefully untied the burred gauze, and removed it circle by circle.

The back of the hand covered by the gauze is a very obvious wound cut by the glass. The wound is very deep and it does not seem to be accidentally scratched. When I came back, it was soaked with rain, the ointment stuck to the gauze, and a lot of blood oozes out, the skin and flesh turned out to be terrible, and the muscles and muscles were blurred.

Qing Huan bit her lip, her eyes glowing wet.

After a long while, she just sighed and found the medicine kit she carried with her to find out the cephalosporin. Peel off a few, wrap them in paper and crush them, and then carefully sprinkle the cephalosporin powder on the terrible wound. After spreading it out, she took out a new roll of gauze, gently bandaged Nanyang, and then carefully put her hand back on the rattle.

Nanyang's eyelashes trembled in the dim night, and then moved the left hand that was put back without a trace, and took the hand that Qing Huan was about to retract.

Qing Huan was startled, "You, are you awake?"

"I woke up a long time ago," Nan Yang opened his eyes, his light brown eyes were reflected in the dim night, as warm as a bowl of tea, "I know you will help me re-bandage in the middle of the night, so I haven't fallen asleep."

Qing Huan blushed: "Nonsense, how would you know."

Nan Yang curled her lips, did not answer, only pulled Qing Huan, let her lie down in her arms. The rattle was set aside and placed beside the bird water whistle on the bedside table.

"There is one hand without a bag." Qing Huan turned her head, her eyelashes were caught on Nanyang's chin unexpectedly.

Nanyang's chin was itchy, and she hung her head and rubbed her chin against Qinghuan's hair, "Wait for you to wrap it up for me, and hold it for a while now."

Qing Huan trembled, buried her head in the nightgown on Nan Yang's shoulders, and held her thin waist tightly with her hands.

Because Nan Yang was holding her up temporarily, the two of them are now next to the bed. Nan Yang put his arms around Qing Huan's lower back and lifted her up and asked, "Can you squeeze?"

"Don't squeeze." Qing Huan shook her head. When she shook her head, the tip of her nose was rubbing against Nanyang's chest, sweeping her warm breath like a small brush.

"It's fine if you don't squeeze." Nan Yang paused, speaking slowly, "I searched for the'sleeper' you mentioned. The picture looks very narrow. Hearing from the director, he only gave us a sleeper ticket. . For three days, we will inevitably have to squeeze in the same cot."

"It's okay, you are very thin." Qing Huan meant that the two of them could lie down completely.

Nan Yang froze for a moment, and repeated uncertainly: "I'm very affected?"

"Well, thin."

Only 92 pounds, it must be considered thin.

Nanyang couldn't help but glanced at the rattle on the bedside table, hesitatingly asked, "Is it because I like that kind of childish stuff? Or... because I like to eat candied haws?"

Qing Huan did not understand the words she asked, so she was inexplicably: "What?"

"I don't quite understand this..." Nan Yang lowered his eyes embarrassedly, "But sometimes when I see the Internet, some people are said to be'received', and they seem to be very angry. When you say I'm'received', you are talking about me. Is it not good?"

Qing Huan blinked in confusion, "Which shou are you talking about?"

"Isn't it the ‘receive’ of acceptance?"

Qing Huan was even more confused, "No, I'm talking about fat and thin'skinny'."

Nan Yang froze for a long while, oh.

Only then did Qing Huan realize that Nan Yang was thinking about something messy, and he laughed out loud, "How can you think of it there?"

Nanyang closed his mouth and said nothing.

"Well, even if you are suffering, it doesn't mean that you are bad," Qing Huan explained patiently. "This is not a curse. You are a person who needs someone to serve you. If you accept it... it's actually a boast of your nobleness. , Because only noble people will get used to others to serve her, so accepting means noble."

"Is that so?" Nan Yang frowned, she inexplicably felt that Qing Huan was coaxing her like a fool.

"That's it, don't listen to the nonsense of those on the Internet, never force yourself not to eat candied haws or play with things you like because of this. Do whatever you want."

"……Ok."

Nan Yang nodded.

Qing Huan was silent for a while, and then said: "I don't ask you what you don't want to say, but I'm a little worried about whether your current state is suitable for continuing to participate in variety shows. After all, the journey is still long and the schedule is dense. I I don't want you to endure something silently to accompany me."

"It's okay, I can continue to accompany you."

Nan Yang hugged her tightly, flashing the words she said to herself three thousand years ago.

——Master, how about you walk with me all over this wonderful mountain and river?

She must make up for it all.

If she is not sure how long she can live, she can't let the regret that has lingered for three thousand years continue to be regret.

"Then... If you have any inconvenience, please tell me at any time, don't hold on alone, okay?" Qing Huan touched her back.

Nanyang didn't say yes or no bad, and only whispered back:

"I know."

When she acquiesced, Qing Huanquan tightened her waist, and couldn't help but spit out the words that had been hidden in her heart for a long time:

"I thought that as long as I can be with you, I don't want to ask for anything. But only in these two days I found out that I was still very greedy. Not only did I hope that we could stay together, but I also wanted to help the kids. Yi and Acheng, perhaps, can help Ziyan and Teacher Bai again. I hope everyone is well and can live happily. Do you think... I am so annoying and a lot of nosy?"

"No." Nanyang replied in a modest manner, "If you want to help, we will help."

"Well," Qing Huan shrank deeper in her arms, "Actually, let's tell you...I am a little selfish."

Nan Yang followed her words and asked, "What selfishness?"

"I hope that after helping them, they can really have a heart with us," Qing Huan smiled, "In this case, you might have more friends."

Nanyang was silent for a moment, and hesitated a little: "Are you... to help me make friends?"

"Yes," Qing Huan admitted generously, "you have everything, you have money, you have status, you have a wife, and you may have children in the future. But you don't have any friends around you, only Ah Cheng, she said you What kind of "grand-grandson love". I know you are not a character who likes to make friends, but... in life, it is really wonderful to have a few friends who can make appointments and go shopping together. Think about it , If the two of us quarrel in the future, you can still go to your friends, catch a fish, gather for a meal, and complain about the wayward bad wife at home by the way. I don’t want to decide for you, I just want to The back road is paved for you. If one day you need to talk to someone other than me, there must be people around you who are willing to listen. I...I just hope that I can give you the best things. ."

Nanyang gritted his teeth, resisting the soreness of his eyes, and firmly engraved Qinghuan's words into his mind, breaking it apart and crushing each sentence with aftertaste. She was fortunate that she had chosen to wait for three thousand years, and she was more fortunate that the person she was waiting for was the one in front of her.

After she pondered these words several times, she tasted something different.

"You said, we will..." When Nan Yang said this, his heartbeat faintly accelerated, "There will be children?"

Qing Huan rubbed her long black hair, and said, "Don't you want the heir to the Mei family?"

Nanyang was silent, his throat slipped, and he swallowed a little saliva.

"But I'm afraid it won't work in the past two years," Qing Huan blushed, "I have to work for another two years. The notices that the company gave me are scheduled for the next year. When I finish all the work, Start getting pregnant."

"Perhaps... not necessarily your birth."

"You are thirty-five years old, do you want to give birth? Medically, it should be called an elderly woman."

"...My body is not that bad."

"That's not okay. If you are old, just be healthy. I'm still young. Let me do this."

"..."

Nanyang didn't speak for a long time.

The air was silent for a long time before she spoke softly: "Say far."

Qing Huan smiled helplessly: "Indeed, it's far away."

They have been married for less than half a year, and everything is not stable right now. It is indeed too early to talk about children.

The two talked a lot in bits and pieces.

Before I knew it, the sky seemed to be brighter, but the rain was still falling. The cold rain outside the window is especially warm and comfortable inside the house. The two people are hugging and lying on the soft big bed, the quilt is half uncovered, and the cool breeze coming in through the window is so comfortable that people can’t wait for a lifetime. Sleep late in bed.

The two of them were chatting, and at some point they naturally approached each other and started kissing, and the air was so moist and ambiguous. Qing Huan was still the one who took the initiative, pressing down on Nan Yang's body, kissing and talking to her to tease her.

Nan Yang just hugged her spoilingly, asking for anything, never resisting.

They didn't sleep well that night, and there was noisy for a while in the morning, and they started to sleep when most people got up. Qing Huan hugged Nan Yang in her arms, bit her strand of black hair and fell asleep in a daze.

Nanyang didn't fall asleep. She rested on Qing Huan's shoulders, looking calmly at the rain scene outside the curtain gap.

After a long time, she retracted her gaze and looked at the round ruby ​​on Qinghuan's collarbone.

The mottled ancient jade she gave her at the time.

The ten lettering on the jade is dyed with the wind and frost of the years, deep and shallow, shallow and deep, I don't know whether it is a blessing that has accumulated for a thousand years or a curse carved in the reincarnation of fate.

I wish to see you like Liang Shangyan every year.

Years old.

See you.