I, Qing Huan

"Old ancestor..." Tomorrow night, she was at a loss. She was different from Nanyang. She only suffered from the pain in the five internal organs. In addition to the heartache, Nanyang also bleeds a lot of blood each time. She doesn't know what to do Do, "I will call Xuxue over right away!"

Nanyang stared half-eyed, his pupils slid to the corner of his eyes, glanced at Cheng Cheng's anxious expression tomorrow night, and said softly, "No need."

"Can you make it through?" Cheng Ming was worried. She is still recording the show, and will return to the dining table to face the camera later.

"...It's okay."

Nanyang used her internal breath to forcibly control her body that was about to collapse. The blood held in her body could not be released. The pain began to bounce back. Except for the tearing sensation from the heart, every inch of her skin began to ache and pain. She didn't dare to open her eyes to look, fearing that when she looked again, those skins would be torn to pieces alive like the cracked earth.

The last episode was only two days ago.

In the past three thousand years, the frequency of her illness was about once a month, and there may be a few days difference, but it will never be as frequent as it is now. The body's breaking apart again and again seemed to indicate something. She could feel this kind of foretelling. She understood better than anyone else. Even if she could pass it this time, she might not wake up forever after the next fall. coming.

It's dead.

Nan Yang thought, as the ancestor of Ming Wancheng, she should have told her about this, lest she wait until the ninety-ninth princess is overwhelmed by this situation. She told Ming Wancheng in as concise and concise language as possible that if the ninety-ninth century could not restore their memory, they were likely to die out early.

After listening to it tomorrow night, the first reaction was not what I should do, but the current situation in Nanyang.

"Ancestor, what do you mean is that your body is now seriously exhausted?" Tomorrow night, I was surprised, "How could this be?! You, you and Master have been married for such a short period of time. How, how did you become what you are now? Looks like this? How can this be?"

Yes, after waiting for three thousand years, in exchange for just a few months, how can we treat them like this?

"Mei Zhongli and they couldn't find a way to restore Master's memory?" Cheng was crying anxiously tomorrow night, "Could it be that she can only wait for her to think about it so dryly? If she keeps thinking about it , We just watched you die like this? There really is no way? Impossible, ancestor, impossible?"

Nan Yang didn't speak, and wiped the blood stains from his lips with a tissue, carefully folded them together, and held them in his hands.

No matter how you question tomorrow night, the facts are there.

No one knows what the opportunity for Qing Huan to restore his memory is. In other words, no one in this world knows what the opportunity for the ninety-ninth century to recover under this forbidden technique. They have no predecessors to ask for help, because throughout the ages, they have been able to wait for their lover for the entire ninety-ninth generation without giving up or changing their minds. Only Nanyang is alone.

"go back."

Nan Yang rolled up the blood-stained toilet paper, turned it a bit outside, and threw it into the trash can.

Tomorrow night Cheng chased up and wanted to say something more, but there were passers-by walking up and down in the aisle on the other side, and some fans stared at this side curiously. Fortunately, that place was sealed by the program group just now. Otherwise, if someone listens to it, I am afraid that something will happen again. Tomorrow night Cheng realized that no amount of words were suitable for continuing the conversation, so he suffocated his words, and followed Nanyang back with complex expressions.

Nanyang carefully washed his face when passing by the sink, so as not to have blood remaining on it.

When I went back, everyone had almost eaten, and the artists had developed a habit of half-filled meals, and Qi Yi was not a greedy person. Nanyang didn't take a seat, and directly asked Qing Huan if he wanted to return to the sleeper compartment.

Qing Huan was a little worried about her, "You didn't take a few bites just now, don't you want to eat anymore?"

"I have no appetite."

Nan Yang lowered his eyes and raised Qing Huan's hand.

Although she said that she had no appetite, when she left, Qing Huan still asked the program team to pack a meal to bring with her, so as not to wake up in the middle of the night and be hungry. When I talked to PD, I also specifically ordered sweet dishes without garlic.

Tomorrow night Cheng and Qi Yi walked around, and several people sat in the lower bunk and chatted for a long time.

Nan Yang remained silent, looking at the meal that Qing Huan had brought back on the table, opened it silently for a long while, took the chopsticks and started eating.

Cheng secretly looked over there tomorrow night. Nanyang kept frowning while eating. She could see that Nanyang couldn't eat at all because of physical pain. It took a long time to chew a bite of food in her mouth before she could barely swallow it. Despite this, she forced herself to eat all of the meal.

Just to keep Master Qing Huan from worrying.

Cheng's heart felt so tight tomorrow night.

Qi Yi noticed that Cheng hadn't spoken for a long time tomorrow night, and touched her shoulder suspiciously: "Acheng, what's the matter?"

"I, I want to go back and make papers."

Tomorrow night Cheng lied casually, she thought, it's better to leave the time to the master and ancestor to be alone. Perhaps for the current ancestors, an extra minute of solitude is commendable.

"It's rare for you to be so sensible," Qi Yi was quite pleased, turning his head and saying with Qing Huan, "Then let's go first."

"See you tomorrow." Qing Huan waved to Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng.

It was already 8:30 in the evening, and today they were relatively tired. The program team did not send any new games over, and left a VJ squat shot, and other staff also went to rest.

Liuliu at the opposite shop seemed to like Nanyang very much. He kept staring at Nanyang secretly, and even took out some snacks and handed them tremblingly. Nanyang glanced at it, did not reach out to pick it up, only faintly uttered four words: "Don't eat, thank you."

Qing Huan picked it up for her, and smiled and took a handful of sugar back to Liuliu, who was so happy that he couldn't talk from ear to ear. She originally only had a good impression of Nanyang, but because of Qinghuan's politeness and kindness, she immediately upgraded to her CP fan.

"Tired?" Qing Huan leaned over, leaned close to Nanyang, and raised her hand to help her pull the broken hair on her side.

Nan Yang nodded: "Somewhat."

"Then if you don't want to sleep for a while, I happen to be sitting at the end of the bed, not squeezing you."

Nan Yang shook her head, silently stretched out her hand to embrace Qing Huan, let her lean into her arms. She was sitting leaning on the head of the bed. As soon as Qing Huan came over, the two people fold together intimately, and the shadows on the wall were all piled up.

Nanyang would never treat her like this in public. Qing Huan was a little surprised, and instinctively wanted to get up, but Nanyang's fingers were on her back, and she knocked tightly to prevent her from moving.

"Why?" Qing Huan squeezed Nanyang's waist with a small amount of strength, her face was tightly against the white shirt on her shoulders, and the cold skin inside could be felt through the fabric.

Nan Yang lowered his head, closed his eyes and buried the tip of his nose in the enchanting curly hair. A dull voice came from the hair: "Hold it."

Qing Huan couldn't help but smile, stretched out her hand to hug Nanyang's waist, "Aren't you afraid of others watching?"

Nanyang didn't hold her aside as usual, and didn't even have red ears. She just tightened her arms on Qinghuan's back and said softly, "Let's see, I don't care anymore."

"What's wrong today? Which tendon is wrong?" Qing Huan smiled and quietly scratched her waist.

"...I just want to hold you."

"Okay, hold, hold."

Qinghuan cringed around her waist.

The two of them hugged and spoke in a low voice. After a while, Qing Huan changed to lying on his side in Nanyang's arms, holding the script of the next play. It stands to reason that Nanyang should use her Kindle or game console to amuse herself at this moment, but she did nothing, just hugged Qing Huan and placed her gaze shallowly on Qing Huan's face, looking not enough.

Some passers-by were secretly looking here, covering their mouths and laughing at them, but after the freshness passed, they were much lazy to look at them. Everyone was ordinary people and each had their own tasks.

Unconsciously, it was ten o'clock in the evening. The car lights off at 9:30, and VJ took a few shots of lights off and left here. After the environment became dark, Qing Huan opened the quilt and lay down holding Nanyang.

The bed in the hard sleeper was very narrow, so narrow that neither of them could lie down side by side if they were a little fatter. The too narrow bed made them have to stick to each other. The length of a pillow didn't fit the two heads properly. They got too close, and their breaths were intertwined, making them more restless than when kissing.

Liuliu, who was in the opposite shop, was already asleep. Looking at her through the table, she could still see her half-opened mouth and slightly raised eyelids when she slept.

Qing Huan tried her best to control her breathing, staggering her breath with Nanyang, so that the air between the two people would not be too hot. She pulled the quilt to cover Nanyang's shoulders, lowered her voice and asked, "Will you feel uncomfortable covering this kind of public quilt?"

"Not uncomfortable."

"Don't you think it's a bit dirty?" Qing Huan teased her deliberately, "It may have been overwritten by others."

Nan Yang's lips twitched slightly, "It's okay."

What she said was not "not dirty", but "it doesn't matter", indicating that she did feel that the quilt was a bit dirty, but at this moment, she didn't care about it. In other words, it is because there is someone who cares more.

Qing Huan touched Nanyang's hair, glanced at Liuliu who was sleeping soundly on the opposite side, and then raised his eyes to look at the handsome boy playing with mobile phones in the middle shop opposite. After making sure that no one was paying attention to them, she leaned forward, the tip of her nose touched Nanyang's, and kissed her very lightly.

The train is passing through the tunnel, accompanied by the sound of rumbling wheels, a few stars of orange light in the tunnel outside the window swiftly, the light spot sweeps Nanyang's face, and when it falls on her light brown eyes, it traces the cool pupils It is like a piece of amber that has been deposited for thousands of years.

In a place like a train, all the intimacy should be just a taste, especially for a woman like Nanyang who is too old-fashioned. Qing Huan knew this, so the kiss was extremely gentle and restrained. The touch of the white horse was lighter than the mosquitoes in autumn.

Nan Yang held her face halfway away.

After a while, the quilt was pulled up, covering her two faces tightly.

In the darkness, Qing Huan felt the people next to her move forward, and her soft lips pressed tightly against her.