I, Qing Huan

"I do..."

"...I killed you."

Nan Yang's tone was very light. The fingers on the side of his legs were curled up, and the corners of his lips had a bitter curve. He tentatively took a step forward, as if he wanted to get closer to Qing Huan.

However, Qing Huan took another step back, the hand holding the wall trembling slightly, her eyes were uncontrollable panic. Faced with a person who said that she had killed herself, even if this person was her relative wife day and night, she couldn't help but fear.

"So my first life..." Qing Huan was trembling, "Did it die in your hands?"

When this consciousness formed in her mind, her world instantly turned upside down. Her memory was not completely restored, so she had always thought that Nan Yang had waited for her for more than three thousand years purely because of love, and now it seems that there may be more guilt in it. Why did she kill her in the first place? If Nanyang really loved her so much, how could he choose to kill her?

Three thousand years ago, did she really love herself?

Three thousand years later, does she still love herself? Or is it just for atonement?

"You..." Nan Yang's eyes were depressed with a deep pain, "Would you like to hear me talk about the details?"

Qing Huan felt a little out of breath, pressed tightly against the wall, and shook his dizzy head, "Don't...don't say it, don't say it, I...have to relax."

Nan Yang was silent for a long time, and said softly: "In the beginning, your death... really blamed me, blame Beifang, it was all our elders' fault, you are the victim of being caught innocently." She paused, lowered her eyes, and spoke again. Shi's tone is more like talking to himself, "Sometimes I think, I would rather never be the Lord of Northern Punishment, even if I can never meet you, as long as you can live well in that life, I am willing."

"So, are you waiting for me because you feel sorry for me?"

Qing Huan finally asked this sentence anxiously.

Nan Yang frowned and shook his head earnestly: "I think I am really sorry for you, but it is one thing to be sorry for you, and it is another thing to wait for you. I wait for you just because I want to be with you."

Qing Huan opened her eyes, her pupils reflected the light of the chandelier above her head.

Nan Yang was silent for a while, and said: "Qing Huan, you can't remember everything now. You may not understand some things when I say them. I can wait for you to remember them slowly, but...I really can't remember, you Don’t be afraid of me. Your death is indeed related to me, but I didn’t mean to kill you. I never wanted to hurt you. I know what you are worried about. Don’t worry. I’m not ashamed of you, even at that time. If you die in someone else’s hands, I will also wait for you for three thousand years."

Qing Huan's tight heart was softly put down.

In just a few words, the restlessness and fear that lingered in her heart disappeared. Nan Yang really understands her, understands every crux of her heart caused by the lack of memory, and also understands how to make her feel at ease in this situation of unequal information.

Even if there are still some doubts that have not been solved, at least she will not have any negative emotions at the moment. Perhaps something unpredictable happened three thousand years ago, but she believes that, no matter what, Nan Yang has never been the one who wanted to cause harm to her.

"If you want to hear, I can tell you what happened," Nanyang continued, "but it's the best that you can remember for yourself. There are some things you can't experience from the perspective of a bystander, and it is not suitable to do it. A person who listens to stories."

"I understand, I will wait patiently."

Qing Huan put down the grievances in her heart, looked at Nan Yang with a smile, and stretched out her hands to her: "Hug, Master."

Knowing that she was no longer afraid of herself, Nan Yang's hanging heart eased a lot, and she hugged her up and sent her to the bed. The two talked together for a while, then fell asleep.

Can't sleep for too long, after all, the task of this day is arduous, and I can get up after about two hours of rest.

As soon as they went out, vj followed suit. The program team provided several options, all of which are less expensive amusement places. Qinghuan picked it up and chose to go to the Amphawa Floating Market first. Amphawa is a very remote place, far away from the center of Bangkok, so far away that most tourists would not want to take the car for so long to go there, so there are more aborigines there and all kinds of things are cheap.

Moreover, you can also take a boat to see the fireflies around the island.

But if you have to wait to see the fireflies at night, I'm afraid it will be too late to go to the second place. But they weren't here for the game, so they were willing to give in, as long as they could have a good time.

After confirming that they were going to Amphawa, they contacted the van and had a fight with other tourists. The fare was only 100 baht.

On the other side, Cheng also started to set off tomorrow night. She and Qi Yi were not in the same room, so she went downstairs and waited for Qi Yi in the hotel lobby. When I was waiting, I met Nanyang and Qinghuan, and when they said they were going to Amphawa, I casually agreed to go to Amphawa to meet them when I had time in the afternoon.

Not long after, Qi Yi came down, and the vj who followed them picked up the camera and started shooting.

Cheng's attitude changed a lot tomorrow night. When he met Qi Yi, his expression was not so flexible anymore, except that he said "let's go" thickly.

Qi Yi asked Vj to suspend filming first, and stepped forward to hold Mingwan Cheng: "A Cheng."

Cheng stopped tomorrow night, "What's wrong, Teacher Qi?"

Qi Yi's eyes twitched: "You...you call me Teacher Qi?"

"Can't you call Teacher Qi?" Cheng was a little puzzled tomorrow night.

"Acheng, are you blaming me?" Qi Yi didn't know what he was talking about, only knew to follow instinct to ask, "Are you to blame me for getting married?"

"I didn't blame you, really." On the contrary, Ming Cheng patted Qi Yi on the shoulder like a little adult. "The name was changed just because I thought it was not appropriate to call it that way. You now have a fiance. Both of you should be very concerned about my CP relationship with you in this variety show. I can't stick to you all day long, otherwise you will attract a lot of gossip. Maybe... your future in-laws and husbands will also have grudges, so I just took a little distance, I really didn't blame you."

Qi Yi felt that the tomorrow night before her was so strange, or maybe she didn't understand the real tomorrow night. Such a lively and cheerful young girl actually has such a calm and gentle side, or maybe it is that tomorrow night Cheng has never really liked her.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with this ending. Those who should go will continue to walk, and those who should let go will also let go.

Who should let go... really let go?

Who is the one who didn't let go?

Qi Yi himself couldn't figure it out.

According to the arrangement of the program group, they first went to the siater shopping mall and took a few shots of shopping and eating desserts, and then diverted to the Amphawa Floating Market.

Amphawa was indeed on the wrong side. When the car got there, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

This is a very grounded floating market. A dazzling array of stalls are crowded on both sides of the road, selling a variety of fresh water products, steamed fish, grilled shrimp, coconut juice, corn juice, and countless sweet and spicy sauces.

There is no such thing as soy sauce or chili noodles in Thailand. They only use sweet chili sauce to taste, and everything has a sweet taste. They walked around, and when they were halfway through the walk, they saw Nanyang and Qinghuan eating mango sticky rice in a pavilion on the side of the road.

The pavilion relies on a green river. Both sides of the river are crowded with vendors and quaint shops. There are several boats floating in the river. The people at the dock are selling tickets to watch the fireflies by boat. They will not leave until dark.

"Acheng, Xiaoyi!" Qing Huan beckoned and called them over.

Tomorrow night Cheng looked at the snacks spread over the small stone table, tweaked a piece of grilled shrimp into his mouth, and said vaguely: "You are so rich. We only dare to look at it all the way, not to buy it."

Qi Yi smiled reluctantly.

Qing Huan realized that Qi Yi was not in a good mood, was silent for a moment, and turned to Mingwan Cheng: "Acheng, go shopping with me?"

"Okay." Tomorrow night he agreed happily.

Qing Huan squeezed all the money left in her hand to Nanyang, "After you finish eating, go to the place where the tickets are sold, and book a boat. Brother VJ has to put equipment."

Fortunately, the prices in this place are much cheaper than those in Bangkok, and the price of chartered boats is not expensive. Although it exceeds the budget given by the program group, it can be cut into the later stage that they only bought two tickets, which is not enough. Just put it on your own.

"Yeah." Nan Yang nodded and continued to eat his mango sticky rice.

Qing Huan took Cheng to the other street tomorrow night, without asking vj to follow. She glanced at the sky, and it was still early to leave the ship, so she slowly chatted with Ming Cheng.

"Acheng, why does Xiaoyi look increasingly unhappy today?"

Cheng smiled tomorrow night: "Why do you ask me that, as if I bullied her."

Qing Huan paused and sighed: "I didn't mean that. I just think it's a pity, Xiaoyi seems to... actually cares about you, you two don't have to miss this time."

"Then the master should persuade her, not me. After all, this matter is not my final say." Mingwan Cheng shrugged, "I can't be the same as before, shyly pestering a woman with a fiance. , I have done nothing wrong now, I am just respecting her and also respecting myself."

Qing Huan was silent for a while, and said, "Acheng, you don't know much about Xiaoyi and his family. Sometimes, Xiaoyi is also involuntary and unable to refute. Her father and mother are very bossy and knowledgeable. Gao people have a little more desire for control, especially for their children. They have already decided on life for Xiaoyi. Xiaoyi has grown up in a controlled environment since she was a child. She is a teacher because her parents arranged it. , Not that she herself likes teachers. To be honest, I have never seen her take the initiative to say that she likes something, she is used to it."

"So what does the master mean?" Cheng raised his eyebrows tomorrow night.

"Three thousand years ago, my master, your ancestors, weren’t they that kind of person?" Qing Huan smiled, "In fact, there are people I like in my heart, but I'm used to repression and obedience, so I didn't realize I would miss what."

Tomorrow night Cheng opened his mouth, turned the front of the conversation, and transferred the head of the conversation to Qing Huan: "It seems that Master remembered a lot?"

"Yes, I remember a lot." Qing Huan curled her lips, "especially after sleeping in the morning, she remembered a lot of things. Or...like the things of the first life, all of a sudden Remember it."

"Really?" Cheng was also happy for her tomorrow night.

"Yeah." Qing Huan nodded and looked at the distant street with soft eyes, "Maybe I got a sense of security. I was always afraid before, afraid that what I remember would affect our relationship, so I’ve never dared to remember everything. But... today, I’m not afraid, because I’m pretty sure that no matter what happens, she will love me as always."