I, Qing Huan

For the wedding, is it a traditional Chinese style or a modern western style?

Two hours before rushing to Bayu Airport, Nanyang and Qinghuan had been discussing this issue. There was no disagreement between the two, but both were a little swayed and felt that they were all good, and they couldn't let it go. When I got on the plane, I didn't discuss a result. I was too involved in the idea. I temporarily forgot that the two close friends were still in embarrassment.

After the hot pot restaurant came out, Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng had never spoken. Qi Yi walked ahead, and Ming Wancheng staggered with her and followed silently at the end. Cheng's expression on Ming night was not too sad, even the corners of her lips were still smiling, but she didn't get so close to Qi Yi anymore.

At first she approached Qi Yi only because she hadn't seen her for too long. She missed her for hundreds of years, so she instinctively wanted to get closer. After meeting, she said without a word that she wanted Qi Yi to support her, and her heart was open and frank. If Qi Yi was willing, they could have a few dewy romances and make the best of love. If they don't want to, they will be good friends and good sisters. If Qi Yi fell in love with her in the process of getting along with her, she would stay with her. If Qi Yi fell in love with someone else, she would distance herself from her, as she did for the past three thousand years, watching her after her life. happy.

She didn't get anything, at least, she had a rogue rabbit doll clipped from the claw machine, and a bunch of tutorial books that Qi Yi had personally corrected.

She didn't feel pitiful, she just couldn't continue to love her openly in the past few decades. There are still many beautiful things in this world. She can still walk in the sun calmly and love everything in the world wantonly.

Loving someone and waiting for someone is of course very important to stick to. But in the years of waiting, she also has other things she wants to do. Her life shouldn't be trapped in one thing, one scene, and one person.

In a sense, Nanyang and her are completely opposite.

Nanyang's three thousand years have always been trapped on that person.

None of them is right or wrong, neither is good or bad, each has its own needs. Nanyang is pure, and tomorrow night will be clear and open-minded. Whether it is pure or open-minded, it is very rare to stick to oneself all the time.

Cheng came out tomorrow night, and the person who couldn't get out became Qi Yi.

The most unpredictable thing about Qi Yi is that, on the surface, it seems that she abandoned Ming Wancheng and chose to go to the newlyweds, but she is always sinking in struggle and anxiety. She couldn't even figure out what she was struggling with.

The plane was booked by the program group, and the staff of the whole group calculated that it was almost full. The guests were placed in the first-class cabin and traveled for three hours with a time zone change of one hour. It's already midnight, and everyone will arrive in Bangkok after sleeping in blankets for a while.

Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan sit in the first row, Nan Yang and Qing Huan sit in the second row, and Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng are behind them. The air pressure in the front and back rows is quite low, but it doesn't affect Nanyang and Qinghuan's mood. Qinghuan looks at pictures of her wedding dress on her mobile phone, carefully selects some exquisite styles, and shows Nanyang one by one. Nanyang looked down quietly all the way, and uttered:

"It doesn't all look the same."

"Why, short skirts and long skirts, wrap skirts and cake skirts, strapless and non-shouldered, backless and non-backed, veiled and non-veiled, how can this be the same?" Qing Huan pressed her voice. Sighed, "Master, you are really..."

Nan Yang pressed the corners of his lips, then looked at Qing Huan's phone carefully, and said, "I don't want to pick the white one."

"Wedding dresses are only white." Qing Huan reluctantly retracted her phone. "That's fine, I'll pick it up. Master will do it when the time comes. I'll ask you to choose not to pick it and bring it back. Now, don’t think I’m not looking good."

"Ok."

Nan Yang took out his Kindle and clicked on a classic book casually. Qing Huan looked at her Kindle from the corner of her light, thinking of the letters she had seen in the protective shell before, and she was twitched in her heart.

Ever since I met Nanyang in this life, Nanyang has been holding this Kindle, seeming to carry it with him all year round. She just put the most painful memories in her personal belongings, as if she wanted to expose her scars all the time.

"Master has been carrying my suicide note?" Qing Huan asked in a very shallow tone.

"This is what you left to me, of course I have to take it with me." Nanyang closed the Kindle, picked it up and shook it with Qing Huan, and took the initiative to talk about the past. "In ancient times, I combined it with silver. The tickets were put together in a personal purse. At the time of the Republic of China, the war was chaotic, and it was sewn into the skirt of the cheongsam. Now the times are too peaceful, and it’s here. Sometimes it’s easy to take it out and miss you when you are tired from reading."

Qing Huan felt that she wanted to cry again, and resisted the sore nose, and smiled as a cover up: "Then what will Master think of when reading my suicide note?"

Nanyang pondered for a moment, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, and his voice was flat: "I was thinking, if only I could hear you say these things with my own ears."

Qing Huan's eyelashes trembled.

Nanyang paused, and continued: "I always miss you after you leave. When I miss you, I take out the suicide note and read it. If I can hear you read it myself It would be great to say these words, there is your temperature in the words, but this kind of temperature is imaginary after all. Imagined things will always be smoothed, but the real voice is not smooth."

Qing Huan bit her lip for a while, and asked very lightly, "Is that why you chose to record a voice will instead of writing a paper one?"

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, was silent for a moment, and gave a simple hum.

Qing Huan squeezed her index finger unwillingly and stared at her as if she wanted to hear more explanations.

Nan Yang curled her lips, looked at Qing Huan softly, and held her hand back.

"I think, if I really die, maybe you will want to hear my voice just like me."

Qing Huan's eyes dazzled.

She was gentle and considerate to her, not only the title certificate of each house in the will, the brand and model of each car, the fillet of each asset, but also the form of the will. She seemed to want to turn all her love into honey and pulp, and put her painstaking efforts into every gift she gave.

She even gave her the right to deal with the remains.

Three thousand years ago, Qing Huan said to her, cremated me to ashes, and take the ashes with you.

Three thousand years later, she said to Qing Huan, my body belongs to you.

It was too torture to bring the ashes around. Burying the corpse in the ground, I miss it too much. If she doesn't know what to do, hand over the choice.

If you want me to be with you, I will always be with you. If you want me to rest, I will rest forever.

In the memory of Qing Huan's incomplete recovery, Nan Yang always treated her faintly, laughed faintly, and blamed her. She always thought that Nanyang didn't love her that much three thousand years ago, perhaps because this person was too bored and didn't like to talk. Even if he did something, he would never take the initiative to claim credit. But thinking about it now, Nanyang's love has never been less than her.

In other words, there will be no one in this world who loves more than Nanyang.

This kind of cold woman is like this, she doesn't easily allow others to enter her world, but once that person walks in, then she will be burned in her heart forever throughout her life. How lucky she was to walk into the world of the woman next to her, becoming her only one in three thousand years.

If it weren't for the plane right now, Qing Huan would just want to press Nanyang to the bed and give her a good kiss.

Especially when you want to kiss someone, your eyes will not lie. Nan Yang noticed the gaze that Qing Huan was staring straight at her, which was horribly scorching. She couldn't help sitting back a little bit and scanned the people before and after.

"What's the master afraid of?" Qinghuan smiled softly, and the ends of his eyes were red.

I'm afraid you will pounce on it.

Nanyang certainly wouldn't say this.

Qing Huan restrained the emotions in her eyes, drew Nan Yang's arm, leaned over and rubbed her white shirt, "Sleep for a while, you will be in Bangkok when you wake up."

"Ok."

Nanyang raised his hand to touch Qinghuan's curly hair and closed his eyes.

The two slept together for a while.

After the plane entered the stratosphere, Huan Huan woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to go to the toilet. He carefully released Nanyang, unfastened his seat belt and walked towards the bathroom.

There were people in the bathroom, and she waited outside for a while. Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and the inside was half stepped out tomorrow night, still holding the doorknob in his hand, and his eyes were a little surprised: "Hey, Master also goes to the bathroom?"

"Well, yes." Qing Huan smiled gently.

"Then you go, I'll go back first." Ming night Cheng nodded.

She only took two steps, but Qing Huan stopped her again: "Acheng, wait."

Cheng turned around tomorrow night, "What's the matter?"

Qing Huan leaned against the bathroom door, looked around and made sure there was no one, then said: "Shall we talk?"

"Aren't you here to go to the bathroom? Are you in a hurry?" Ming Wancheng teased her naturally as before.

"No hurry." Qing Huan changed her posture and stood, pondering for a moment, "Well...I just want to ask, you and Xiaoyi, are you still..."

"Didn't she say that, she has already decided to get married." Ming Wan Cheng leaned against the wall opposite Qing Huan, with the corners of her lips curling lightly, "I am not a lover, partner. She is just a partner. When I was single, I could stick to her as I wanted. Now that she has a fiance, I will definitely keep a distance with her in the future. Don’t worry, Master, I’m fine."

Qing Huan groaned for a moment and sighed: "Well, if you have something to do, you must tell me and your ancestors that we are all your elders and will definitely help you."

"I'm not as fragile as you think," Mingwan Cheng smiled and waved his hand. "Only the kind of hard-hearted people like the ancestors will watch you marry someone else and wait for decades. Unlike her, I love a lot of things. My sister is just one of the many things I love. If I can’t wait for her in this life, then I will be in the next life. During this period, there are so many things I want to play. With the scenery I watched, I am already very satisfied to be able to participate in a variety show with her this time. Master, I am really not greedy."

Mingwan Cheng's thoughts were a bit unexpected for Qinghuan. She thought that A Cheng, a girl who always put her emotions on the surface, would cry for a while when she saw the person she liked getting married, but she didn't want to be so free and easy.

What a free soul.

"Have you ever thought, maybe Xiaoyi likes you a little bit too?" Qing Huan asked carefully.

Tomorrow night Cheng tilted her head and thought about it, then smiled again.

"Master, she has already made a choice, why should you make this assumption with me. You really don't have to worry about my affairs. With this effort, you might as well try to think about the past. The old ancestor still has a knot in his heart that has not been opened. ."

Qing Huan was taken aback.

"……Knot?"

"Well," Cheng nodded tomorrow night, "It's not just her, if you really recover all your memories, you will also have your heart knot."