I, Qing Huan

When Qing Huan and Ming Cheng rushed back to the pier, the master sailing the boat was talking to Nan Yang in Thai language. Nan Yang stood blankly on the side and spoke to the master in unfluent English from time to time. Exchange two sentences. Seeing them coming, she beckoned: "Come here."

"Sorry, it was too long." Qing Huan apologized and hurried down the stairs.

The boat is not big, that is, it can seat ten people. There is a VJ at the bow and aft. The camera tripod occupies another. The four of them just sit in the middle. Nanyang got on the boat first, and the boat was a little away from the shore. Everyone was cautious when they got on the boat, for fear of accidentally falling into the water, but she was the only one who walked lightly, as if she stepped over with a single stride.

"Come, hand." Standing calmly in the dangling boat, Nanyang stretched out his hand to Qinghuan.

Qing Huan grabbed Nan Yang's hand and stepped onto the boat with his head carefully buried, because he was patronizing and staring at the surface of the water below his feet, but didn't pay attention to the boat. As soon as he got on the boat, his forehead slammed into Nan Yang's chin.

"hiss--"

Both of them gasped, but their hands subconsciously covered the same person's forehead.

Qing Huan touched her forehead, felt the fingers pressing on the back of her hand, and glanced at Nanyang, who was close at hand.

"Is it okay?" Nan Yang gently touched Qing Huan's hand there.

Qing Huan shook his head, rubbed Nanyang's reddish chin with the other hand, and said with concern: "Do you hurt it?"

"...It doesn't hurt."

"That's good."

Cheng Cheng, who was standing on the shore waiting in line to board the boat, hugged his arms and snorted impatiently, "Master, ancestor, can you sit down and get in the way?"

Qing Huan blushed and pulled Nan Yang to sit down in the front row.

Night had come completely, and the master boatman was sitting in the stern, using an engine to control the direction of the boat, and with the rumbling sound, the boat started. A large Yingying river is surrounded by fishing boats that set off together, and each one is full of tourists, holding up selfie sticks excitedly taking pictures. The night breeze is blowing, and the humidity of the water is much cooler than before.

Nanyang pulled Qinghuan a little, let her sit in her arms.

Qing Huan thought she wanted to be intimacy with herself, even if she felt that it was not appropriate to be in front of the camera, she did not refuse. After a while, a hat was suddenly pressed down on his head, and the slender fingers of the man behind him pressed the brim of the hat, carefully helping her wear it properly.

"What's the matter?" Qing Huan touched the hat on her head and turned her head slightly to look at the woman behind her.

Nan Yang wrapped her waist, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear: "The wind is strong, it's a bit cold, I'm afraid you will be blown."

Qing Huan was startled.

It turned out that Nanyang wanted to use her body temperature to help her withstand the strong evening wind on the river.

Qing Huan couldn't help shrinking deeper into Nanyang's arms, holding the fingers placed in front of her lower abdomen with both hands, stroking the thin cocoon on the outer side of Nanyang's right index finger, lowered his head and smiled, and suddenly asked: "Master's right hand ...Will you get better in the future?"

"It should be." Nan Yang spread his hand following her movement and let her squeeze.

"Then...I'll get better in the future, will Master try to write calligraphy again?"

Nan Yang was taken aback when he heard the words, and was silent for a long time before saying: "Qing Huan, I haven't touched a brush for three thousand years. I would never write anymore."

Qing Huan felt a twitch, remembering the words Ming Cheng had said to herself not long ago, her eyebrows were frowned.

"Master, it's okay, there are still decades to come. I can accompany you to write slowly." Qing Huan gently held Nanyang's hand in his palm, "try to write, okay?"

She wanted to help her pick up the things she had lost one by one.

Nan Yang was noncommittal, only chuckled in Qing Huan's ear, and asked, "Did you remember the words I used to have?"

"Yes, Master used to write so beautifully, it's the best in the world."

"Then you think I can't write well now."

"No," Qing Huan denied hurriedly, "I don't dislike you, I just... just make a suggestion. If Master is unwilling, of course I won't force you."

Nan Yang put his chin on Qing Huan's shoulder, and was squinted by the oncoming evening breeze, "If you want to see me write, I will write."

Qing Huan turned her head to look at her in surprise: "Really?"

"Well, really."

Nanyang shook his right hand, pressing the nail of his thumb in his palm, his wrist bone still tingling. But she still did not show this discomfort on her face as before. Turning her eyes, she met Qinghuan's gaze, and her eyes reflected the fishing fires on both sides of the strait, soft as a sea of ​​clouds.

Qing Huan grabbed her right hand, raised it to her lips, and quietly kissed the back of her hand.

"Master, you are the best person in the world."

She whispered in Nan Yang's ear in a very soft tone.

Nan Yang smiled, "I'm not that good."

"No, you are so good," Qing Huan was a little angry, and squeezed the palm of her hand with a little effort, "I will say this to you every day, until you believe it."

Nan Yang looked at her deeply, her voice getting softer and lighter: "How long can you say?"

Qing Huan raised her neck, her eyes slid to the corners of her eyes, her lips twitched and smiled: "I can say it for a lifetime."

Nanyang turned his gaze to the front and watched the fireflies gradually appearing in the bushes on the shore. The twinkling lights dotted her light eyes like stars, as if a corner of the Milky Way was cut off and flowed into her eyes.

"Okay, then I will listen to it forever."

When Qing Huan heard this whisper, her nose was sore, she couldn't help turning around and hugged Nan Yang's waist. The ship has sailed into a desolate land, and the two sides of the bank are no longer inhabited. The black trees are filled with clusters of fireflies, some living on the branches, some flying in the sky, with bright spots of light. The VJs were also immersed in such a rare beauty. The people in the boat looked around, marveling at the beauty in front of them. No one paid attention to what the people in the front row were doing.

Surrounded by fireflies, Qing Huan stepped forward and kissed Nanyang's lips.

The brim of the hat pierced Nanyang's forehead, and the hat was turned back, "clicked", and fell into the water.

At the moment when Nan Yang closed his eyes, he reached out and took a precise scoop, and rescued Qing Huan's hat wetly. His slender, white fingers twirled the brim of the hat and hung over the boat. The water dripping from the hat dripped into the river, and as the boat moved forward, it dripped with ripples like a flowery road.

After kissing deeply for five seconds, Qing Huan moved her lips away, hugged Nan Yang into her arms, and squatted in her ears:

"Master, I love you so much."

Nan Yang wrapped her back and patted it lightly, with a petting smile on the corners of her lips: "Well, I know."

"You must believe that I have always loved you very much. Three thousand years ago, I loved you to death. Three thousand years later, I will love you until I die."

Nan Yang was stunned for a while, before asking carefully:

"Things three thousand years ago... Do you remember it?"

Qing Huan knew what her heart knot was for so many years, and smiled relievedly: "Master, you have read my suicide note so many times, but have you ever read the slightest bit of resentment in it?"

Nanyang was silent for a long time before shook his head slightly.

"I didn’t hate you three thousand years ago, and now I still won’t hate you. I don’t hate you, just as I know you don’t hate me for cutting you out of a scar. I only have heartfelt love and love for you. Apart from that, there is nothing else. Don’t feel sorry for me, because I don’t feel that you are sorry for me. You have not done anything to miss. From start to finish, you are not wrong, do you understand?"

The corners of Nan Yang's eyes were red, and the deepest knot in his heart was poked, and there was a bit of unconcealable choking in his voice:

"I am not wrong?"

"you're not wrong."

Qing Huan repeated firmly in her ear again.

Nan Yang buried his head in Qing Huan's shoulder, like a child who had done something wrong, crying more intensely:

"But I think it’s my fault. I almost killed you when you were three years old. I couldn’t save you when you were seventeen. If I didn’t go with Shimen to destroy your school, if I did No matter how good it is, you won't be that ending..."

"How can you take all your mistakes to yourself?" Qing Huan squeezed the diamond stud earrings on Nanyang's earlobe and said softly, "Master, only a fool can be stupid. It’s not necessary to carry the pot by yourself. You are too high on yourself. How could you brew such a big disaster by yourself? At that time everyone was participating, everyone was involuntarily involuntarily, you and I just The ordinary people among them are just because you and I don't have the ability to turn the tide, and there is no destructive power to destroy the world, and they ended up helplessly in the middle."

"So, don't think it is your fault, you are not wrong, you have done a good job, you have done better than anyone else, really."

"You have worked so hard for such a long time. You have worked so hard, Master."

"..."

Nan Yang didn't speak, but raised his eyes silently, her wet eyelashes drooping under the light of the firefly.

Although she didn't speak, her eyes no longer had the gloom that had condensed for a long time. Instead, it was deep and long and soft.

After waiting for three thousand years, I finally heard someone say to her:

you're not wrong.

You did very well.

She is not wrong. For so many years, she has been really hard.

"Hurry up, don't cry, everyone should notice you in a while." Qing Huan touched her long hair.

Nan Yang muffledly said, "I didn't cry."

"Well-I didn't cry or cried, you said you didn't cry if you didn't cry," Qing Huan nodded again and again, "Hurry up and watch the fireflies, just talk to me, you don't even see the fireflies."

Nan Yang glanced at her, and his tone returned to his original indifferent tone: "Amphawa's fireflies, I have seen them fifteen times."

Qing Huan tweeted: "As expected, an old monster who has lived for more than three thousand five hundred years."

"...You said I'm old again."

"Eh, I dare not dare, how old are you. Saying that Master should be increasing age from 20 years old now, so I'm four years older than you." Qing Huan broke his fingers before realizing this problem. , "I can't come to give birth to a child. I am more'older woman' than you."

Nanyang didn't argue with her, on the contrary, he agreed with her naturally: "Then I will live."

Qing Huan laughed: "Why do you want to have children so much? Come on, you can give birth if you want. I used to think you were thirty-five years old and wouldn't let you give birth. Now it seems... twenty-year-old body, healthy Now, you can give birth to a football team for me."

"..."

"Why doesn't the master speak anymore? Are you afraid?"

"..."

Qing Huan hugged her, scratched her waist, and whispered: "I'm really scared? I'm joking with you, I'm not willing to have you so hard, just give birth to one."

"No," Nan Yang looked at a firefly parked on the side of the boat, "I was just wondering... before giving birth, should the wedding be done properly..."

"Ah—wedding—" Qing Huan prolonged the ending, nodded thoughtfully, and then smirked again, "I said, I will prepare for the wedding, and I will pick the wedding dress. Master thought I was talking. How about playing?"

"...What do you mean?"

"It means that after three days, the recording of the show will be suspended for one day. Then, on Phuket Island, you will see one of the most unique water weddings in the world."