I, Qing Huan

After VJ set up the equipment, he signaled that Qing Huan and Nan Yang could go in and sit down. They wanted to find another angle. So Qing Huan took Nanyang and sat down on one of the bunks, and asked Nanyang, "Did you bring the things the show crew just brought you?"

Nan Yang's face was faint, he took out a deck of playing cards from his trench coat pocket and handed it to Qing Huan.

The first task they received was to find another pair of guests to play Fighting Landlords. The loser had to take the poster of the program group and find twenty passers-by to scan the QR code on it and enter the assistance channel to canvass for votes. They wanted to find Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng, but they were at the rear of the car, and Qi Yi and Acheng were at the front of the car. In the past, they had to travel through ten cars. Moreover, the crowds on the hard seat are mixed, and there may not be room for playing cards, so they chose Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan, and the private room environment is better.

Qing Huan shook the mission card, "Will you fight landlords?"

"No." Nan Yang really shook his head.

"Then I will be the local master for a while, you will be watching."

"Ok."

The train arrived at a new station again. When it stopped slowly, I didn't know what was in the pad. The body suddenly rumbling, and Qing Huan couldn't sit firmly and almost fell on the corner of the table. Nanyang reacted very quickly and stretched out his arms, and took her shoulders to make her fall into her arms. The stack of playing cards on the table was also scattered on the ground due to inertia, and a small white square flooded the dark floor. .

Qing Huan slammed into Nanyang's chest, the delicate fabric of the white shirt wrapped her nose and chin, and a small button pressed against her eyelids, sinking into the endless warmth with her face.

Nanyang held her head and looked down quickly: "Are you okay?"

Qing Huan raised his head and blinked, as if losing consciousness. After a while, she sighed leisurely:

"So soft."

Nanyang glanced at the adjustment equipment halfway through and grabbed the upper railing to stabilize his figure. In fact, VJ only took care of protecting the camera under the bumps, and did not pay attention to what they were talking about. Seeing Nanyang looking at him, He also looked back in a daze, and the two began to look at each other inexplicably.

Qing Huan was very close to Nanyang, so she saw Nanyang's ears turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Knowing that she was not used to doing intimate things and talking ambiguous things in front of outsiders, Qing Huan didn't stay too much in that soft place, she immediately got up, and when she left, she tidied Nanyang's crooked collar.

"cough."

Nan Yang retracted his gaze, covered his neckline with his fingers, and sorted it out again, so that the overlap of his clothes was centered on his chest.

Sitting in it, Qing Huan noticed the poker cards scattered on the floor, but she had no room to bend over to pick it up, so she quietly bumped Nan Yang's waist with her elbow: "Pick up a card."

"Ok."

Nanyang sat out a little bit, bent over and picked up the playing cards on the ground one by one. Her black hair was too long, and it flowed down like a curtain of water, and the end of her hair almost wiped the ground. After bending down, I felt as if I had entered another world in front of me, a world completely different from the bright carriage just now. The table separated most of the light on it, the environment was dimly lit, and the blue bed cover with stitched lace was overlaid with white. The sheets, like Alice in a little skirt roaming upside down in Wonderland.

Qing Huan was wearing a black velvet dress in a burgundy windbreaker. In order not to run out, she sat with her right leg on her left leg. The smooth-lined section of the calf is connected to the white ankle, and a pair of StuartWeitzn's NEARLYNUDE black stiletto high-heeled sandals swings from side to side with her casual shaking. The bare instep has clear-lined muscles and bones, and the blue blood vessels are pressed by a thin layer of soft skin, like the veins of dead leaves hidden under the fresh snow, delicate and pitiful.

Nan Yang's gaze stuck on it and couldn't turn away, and stopped when she picked it up. Under the cover of her falling black hair, she couldn't help reaching out and touching the jade-like ankle.

Qing Huan trembled, and she suddenly felt Nan Yang touching herself, and she was trembling a bit by the cold temperature of her fingertips. She immediately glanced at the VJ who was adjusting the equipment next to her, and gently kicked Nanyang's forearm with the back of her foot as a warning.

Nan Yang closed his hand casually and continued to pick up the playing cards on the ground.

After a while, the right foot that was hanging in the air seemed to have a new idea, and then secretly stretched it to the left, deliberately rubbing the side of Nanyang's wrist with the back of the foot like a flame.

Nanyang's touched hand tightened, quickly picked up the last playing card, and straightened up with red ears.

Qing Huan looked at her with a suffocated smile. This person is really true. She obviously touched herself on her own initiative. She was not serious in her mind and was so careless.

Nanyang gathered the mess of playing cards together, squeezed them back and forth on the table, and shuffled the cards in unfamiliar ways. While washing, Cen Ziyan and Bai Jinqiu came back. Cen Ziyan came in first. Bai Jinqiu followed her, keeping his eyes on the woman in front, like a shepherd walking with a lamb.

"Ziyan, this is our mission." Qing Huan handed the mission card to Cen Ziyan, explaining their intention to visit.

Cen Ziyan and Bai Jinqiu sat down on the other side, and took the task card to read them. Cen Ziyan smiled and said, "Okay, is Doudizhu? Let's start playing now." Then, she thoughtfully asked the VJ next to him: "Brother, can you start recording?"

VJ made an OK gesture.

When Bai Jinqiu heard Cen Ziyan shouting for her brother, his face turned dark for a moment, but he was scrupulous about the camera and quickly concealed his gaffe.

"I'm a landlord, you and Teacher Bai beat me together," Qing Huan took the poker cards from Nanyang's hand, and skillfully shuffled them back and forth several times, and put them in the middle of the table, "Remember to save my cards. You are not allowed to look at each other."

"No, don't worry."

Nan Yang sat on the side in silence, looking at the cards that Qing Huan had touched one by one, she could only understand that she was arranged in order of points, and could not understand anything else.

After looking at it for a while, she felt bored and turned her gaze out of the car window. The train had started again at some unknown time. It was driving between the mountains and forests. Next to it was a concrete **** protection wall. A small dog licking the stagnant water by the sleepers flashed past. After a while, the forests gradually became thinner, and the train got on a bridge. Under the bridge was a wide river, which turned cloudy yellow because of the continuous heavy rain in the past few days. The river should have risen for a certain distance, and it can be seen that most of the corn fields planted by the farmers on both sides are submerged, and the poor corn stalks are struggling to protrude a little on the surface of the water.

"Hey, I lost." Qing Huan sighed suddenly.

Although he sighed, there was no sadness in his tone, but peace and quiet.

Cen Ziyan helped sort out the playing cards, "Then you are going to ask passers-by to vote?"

"It's okay, just let's go to the locomotive to see Acheng and Xiaoyi, and ask for a vote on the way." Qinghuan pulled Nanyang up and said goodbye to them politely, "Teacher Bai, Ziyan, then we'll see you later. "

"It's two o'clock at noon," Cen Ziyan glanced at her phone, "Should everyone go to the dining car for dinner in three hours? You will be able to meet again in a while."

"You can only eat after completing the task," Qing Huan shook the playing cards in her hand, "We've done it. Come on, the dining car will be waiting for you at five o'clock."

She quietly took out two meat muffins from her trench coat pocket and stuffed them into Cen Ziyan, "Here, you can pad them if you are hungry."

Cen Ziyan held the wrapper of the meat muffin, curled her lips and looked at Qing Huan, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Qing Huan glanced at VJ and smiled shyly, "Brother, please tell PD to cut this short segment. After all, this is considered a game rule violation, I'm afraid that black fans will scold me back."

Uncle VJ nodded, signifying understanding.

Bai Jinqiu suddenly said, "Since I am afraid of being scolded, what do I have to give? We don't need this kind of hypocritical kindness, Yanyan, return it to Xiaozhu."

Qing Huan looked at Bai Jinqiu in surprise.

If it is a coincidence that Bai Jinqiu was unfriendly first in the van, then the unfriendly she showed again at the moment made Qing Huan sure that she was hostile to herself.

why?

Is it because she has a better relationship with Cen Ziyan?

But... they are just friends.

With an awkward smile on her face, Cen Ziyan raised her hand, trying to return the meat muffin to Qing Huan.

Qing Huan was also full of embarrassment, and was about to pick it up. Suddenly, another slender, plain hand stretched out beside her, pressing down the half of her hand.

It's Nanyang.

Nanyang held Qing Huan's hand with no expression on his face, looked at Bai Jinqiu lightly, and said:

"She is for Cen Ziyan, not for you."

Bai Jinqiu frowned: "What do you mean?"

"What does it have to do with you to send things between the two of them? You are quite affectionate."

Nanyang usually doesn't like to take care of this kind of nostalgia, and she doesn't like to interrupt. I didn't expect that she would either not say a word or say nothing with affection. In her words, she mocked Bai Jinqiu's meaning of "you are going to be on your behalf." It's about to overflow.

Bai Jinqiu's face became gloomy and sneered: "Boss Nan, Yanyan is my wife, just as Xiaozhu is your wife, you shouldn't want to see your wife get too close to other women, right? Give sweets for a while, snacks for a while, care about this, care about that, I don’t know, I’m afraid I might think that Yanyan and Xiaozhu are a couple."

When Qing Huan and Cen Ziyan heard what Bai Jinqiu said, their expressions changed in shock. Bai Jinqiu said this, as if there was really a shameful and ambiguous relationship between them.

Nanyang didn't have any turbulence because of these words, and his expression remained as usual:

"She has friends who want to get close, and I don't think there is anything wrong. If I need to intervene even to make friends, then I may not have married a wife, but have a dog in captivity."

As soon as the words fell, Bai Jinqiu's face instantly turned black, and Cen Ziyan also paled and took a small step backwards, shaking her figure.

Realizing the harm that Nan Yang's words might cause to Cen Ziyan, Qing Huan hurriedly grabbed Nan Yang's hand, lowered his voice and said, "Okay, don't say it, let's go."

Seeing that the atmosphere is not right, VJ stopped the recording a long time ago, and took advantage of the gap to complete the scene: "Okay, okay, Mr. Bai, boss Nan, you all calm down, how big is the matter? Our program group knows everything in mind, we won’t cut it randomly, why bother What about quarreling?"

Another VJ who followed Nan Huan's group also echoed: "That is, harmony makes money, and harmony makes money!"

Nan Yang glanced at VJ, didn't say anything any more, took Qing Huan and went straight out.

In the box, neither Bai Jinqiu nor Cen Ziyan spoke again, leaving a terrible silence.

Walking down the aisle, Qing Huan squeezed Nanyang’s finger, and leaned closer and whispered: "I know you just said that for me, but... next time you have to pay attention to the way of speaking, you say that, Ziyan listens What do you think?"

"What does she want to do with me?" Nan Yang replied indifferently.

"What did you say?" Qing Huan was taken aback for a moment.

Nan Yang frowned and stopped.

She turned to face Qing Huan, pursed her lips, leaned over and leaned against the window, and stood opposite her. For a long time, she lowered her head and took Qing Huan's hand, sighed, and gently rubbed her thumb at the mouth of Qing Huan, as if she was awkwardly pleased:

"Sorry, I did not speak properly."

Qing Huan smiled, her depressed mood returned a lot, "It's okay, Ziyan won't blame you."

Nan Yang was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "Qing Huan, I don't care about Cen Ziyan, I don't care whether she blames me, I don't even want to care about the matter between her and Bai Jinqiu."

She raised her head and fixedly looked at Qing Huan.

"I care about you, from beginning to end, you are the only one."