I, Qing Huan

Three days later, Phuket.

Everyone in the program group took a vacation today, and Nanyang and Qinghuan’s wedding was very unprepared to be disclosed. No one thought that the two would actually hold their wedding during the recording of the program. It seemed that they were also on a whim. They didn't make any preparations in advance, and the director team was ready to help arrange them enthusiastically. As a result, when they stepped on Karon Beach in Phuket, their chins fell on the back of their feet.

Karon Beach is the beach with the longest shoreline and the most beautiful waves in Phuket. At this time, the meandering coastline is covered with white rectangular tables of uniform size, and the long tables are full of various desserts and drinks. There are many small round tables around, which seem to be provided for guests to rest and eat. The invitation will definitely not be sent out three days ago, because there are many celebrity friends in the light joy circle, these big stars can spare this day to attend the wedding, at least half a month in advance, the person preparing for the wedding It must have been "premeditated".

Thinking of this, the director couldn't help but admire one of the heroines who looked at the wedding. He thought that they were here to shoot a variety show, and the co-author of Qinghuan was to go abroad to get married.

At the moment, Nanyang and Qinghuan are still wearing casual clothes, Nanyang is wearing a white shirt, and Qinghuan is wearing a simple white suspender skirt. They stand in the middle of the venue to receive visiting friends.

All the members of A.N.T were here, and as soon as Xiong Xueer came over, she wrapped her arms around Qing Huan's neck and went to chat while leaving Nanyang alone. Qing Huan turned her head to look at Nan Yang, and Nan Yang nodded lightly, beckoning her to talk.

Tomorrow night Cheng Cheng leaned to Nan Yang's side and smiled: "Old ancestor, congratulations, it seems that my master has prepared a great gift for you. For such a big wedding, it's amazing!"

Nan Yang glanced at her and stretched out his hand: "Men's money."

Tomorrow night Cheng immediately changed his face: "I don't understand."

Nanyang's lips twitched, and she closed her hand. She hadn't planned to really ask tomorrow night.

"Hey, my master has rounded up the wedding, are you ready for your diamond ring?" Cheng Ming began to test. In fact, Qing Huan asked her to ask her for help, because Qing Huan didn't prepare the diamond ring, so she had to confirm whether Nan Yang was prepared.

"Ok."

Nan Yang took a bit from his pocket, and found a shiny object, dangling her eyes tomorrow night under the sunlight.

Tomorrow night, I narrowed my eyes and looked closer. The moment I saw clearly, my eyes became round instantly.

She has seen the most exaggerated diamond ring, but it is only a dove egg-sized diamond on the ring, but she has never seen the entire ring and the ring made of a complete diamond. A crystal clear pure diamond ring was pinched between the white fingers, as if there was nothing, the beauty was extremely beautiful.

How much does it cost to win such a complete ring diamond?

"When we went to the mall together, she mentioned the diamond ring," Nan Yang put the ring back, "At that time, I started to let people do this."

"I rely on..." Cheng Cheng's face was a bit ugly tomorrow night, "You are really too rich, I will hold your thigh tightly in this life!"

Nan Yang took Cheng Cheng to the table where desserts and drinks were placed tomorrow night, and chatted with her one after another, "The ceremony is only held in the afternoon, and the chef is still preparing dishes on the yacht. Do you want to eat something first?"

"Okay," Cheng stared at the cans of drinks piled up on Nanyang's hand tomorrow night, "Help me get a can of drinks."

Nanyang took a can and handed it to Ming Wancheng. He also took a can for himself. After opening the can, he looked around and found that the trash can was far away, so he put the tab in his pocket.

Having just received a lot of people, Nanyang was also a little thirsty, so he looked up and drank half of it while holding the can.

Tomorrow night Cheng took out his mobile phone and clicked on the dialog of Qinghuan on WeChat.

[Master, my ancestor prepared a super heroic ring, which is absolutely arrogant! Just wait for the wedding to be proud of it! 】

After a while, Qing Huan replied.

[Yes, then I have to look forward to it [cute]]

Tomorrow night Cheng smiled and took a sip of the drink in his hand. After only a second, she realized something, frowned, and immediately moved her eyes to the can.

What kind of drink is this? This is a can of Belgian Blackdamnation dark beer with a concentration of 39%. Because of its high-end appearance, it is often used for weddings. However, the degree is too high and no one drinks it. It is estimated that Qinghuan bought it to fill the scene. Who would have thought that one of them didn't look at it, and asked her and Nanyang to open it.

Nanyang...

Just the amount of alcohol in Nanyang...

Tomorrow night Cheng, like watching a horror movie, hurriedly put down the can in his hand, and turned around to watch Nanyang for the first time.

Nantong was carrying only a small half of the dark beer can, and propped it on the table with one hand, his eyes and ears were red, and he was obviously already drinking too much. She stared at the can in her hand, and for a long while, she smiled for no reason.

With this smile, she burst into a cold sweat tomorrow night.

On such a big day, Master Qing Huan has been preparing for so long, but he can't mess up with a can of dark beer!

"How are you ancestors?" Mingwan Cheng grabbed Nan Yang by the shoulders and shook her vigorously. "Don't scare me. The ceremony has not been held, and the wedding dress hasn't been worn yet. You must not be at this time. Drunk!"

Nanyang was dazzled by the dazzling, and her consciousness was gradually engulfed by Jiu Jin. She blinked, watching the three overlapping Ming night Cheng in front of her eyes, her speech was a bit blurred: "Qing Huan...what about?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll take you to her right away."

Tomorrow night Cheng didn't dare to delay, so he rushed to Qinghuan while pulling Nanyang.

Qing Huan was chatting with Jiang Yanran. Halfway through the conversation, she heard a miserable "Master--" behind her. She turned her head, and before she could see anything clearly, she was suddenly pressed over and hugged by a figure. The hug was too abrupt, and she almost fell over.

Qing Huan looked at the familiar white shirt in his arms, and just about to speak suspiciously, he smelled a strong smell of wine.

Cheng stood behind tomorrow night, with a guilty expression on his face: "Master, I'm sorry, I blame me, I didn't take her seriously, let her drink."

Qing Huan hugged the tall woman who was paralyzed in her arms, and hurriedly asked Mingwan Cheng: "What did you drink? How much did you drink?"

"Just the Belgian dark beer you piled over there," Cheng Cheng said tomorrow night without tears, "I drank half of the can."

Xiong Xueer shook her head, "Boss Nan, what kind of drink is this? Half a can of beer is like this."

Qinghuan patted Nanyang on the back in a bewildered manner, and asked carefully in her ear: "Master? Are you still awake?"

Nan Yang raised his head, squinted, as if he had already slept, and asked in a daze: "Is it... it's time for the bridal chamber?"

Qing Huan blushed, "What kind of room is there? The marriage is still unfinished."

"Oh..." Nan Yang hugged Qing Huan's waist, regardless of other guests being present, rubbing her profile, "I want to eat...candied haws..."

This boring woman loves candied haws so much, but she only wants it when she is drunk.

But in this vast Thailand, where can I find a bunch of candied haws for her?

"Master, okay if you don't eat today?" Qing Huan coaxed softly.

"I don't... I want to eat, just eat today." Nan Yang frowned, his tone a little angry.

"Well, eat today, eat today." Qing Huan put her arm around her, freed her hand, and naturally took out her money clip from Nan Yang's pocket and stuffed it to the next to Ming Wan Cheng. Cheng, help, go to the nearest supermarket and buy some hawthorn and rock candy."

Cheng picked up tomorrow night, "Master, do you still make candied haws?"

"She loves to eat so much, can I not learn it?" Qing Huan sighed helplessly, "Go buy it, and send it directly to the yacht at the pier in a while, I'm afraid it's too late."

"Inheritor of Chinese traditional intangible cultural craftsmanship, true cow."

Cheng flattered tomorrow night and ran away quickly.

Qing Huan and his friends apologized, and friends expressed their understanding and asked Qing Huan to take good care of Nanyang. Don't delay the wedding ceremony for a while. Qinghuan couldn't laugh or cry, put her arms around Nanyang, and asked Xiaoye and Sun Xuxue to help send her to the double-decker yacht at the pier.

Nanyang seemed to have no bones, no matter whether he was sitting or standing, he was called to hold Qing Huan. Qing Huan took some sparkling water and fed it to Nanyang. Nanyang drank two sips. The last sip was wrapped in his mouth. After a while, his thin lips opened slightly and he blew a bubble with the sticky drink water.

"Look, I will spit bubbles." Nan Yang smiled so that his teeth were bared.

Qing Huan: "..."

Qing Huan: "Yeah, yeah, Master is so good, he can spit bubbles."

He sighed silently, and started to worry a little about the child's IQ.

In order to shorten the time, they began to change their wedding dresses when they waited until tomorrow night. In the lower-level guest room of the yacht, Qing Huan first dressed Nanyang. Although Nanyang was drunk, but fortunately, the people were very good, and he was more docile than a clothes rack. After they had all changed, Cheng just bought it back tomorrow night. When he handed the hawthorn, his eyes were full of surprise.

"Wow, this wedding dress is so beautiful, the ancestor and the master are standing together, it's so good!"

"Thank you."

Qing Huan thanked him perfunctorily, holding the puff skirt of the wedding dress in one hand, and hurried to the back kitchen with Nan Yang in the other. The chef in the back kitchen saw two beautiful brides in snow-white wedding dresses both coming over, thinking there was something to be told, but Qing Huan just told them to hurt the stove and the pot, and then started a fire and poured the rock candy Go in and boil with water.

While cooking, she soaked the hawthorn in vinegar again, washed it and put it on a stick, and waited for the syrup to boil well.

The chefs in the kitchen looked at them with a confused look. At the moment, the couple who were supposed to be entertaining the guests glamorously at the moment, ran to the kitchen with greasy spatulas and wore a snow-white wedding dress. The picture is really weird.

After the syrup was boiled, Qing Huan rolled the skewered hawthorn in the pot, dipped it evenly, took it out and let it cool, and handed it to Nanyang, saying concisely: "Eat."

Nanyang took it, and didn't talk any more nonsense, and began to stuff his mouth one by one.

When Qing Huan made it, Nanyang ate it, making a skewer, eating a skewer, and eating a skewer, everyone in the kitchen was dumbfounded.

After eating the sixth bunch, Nan Yang finally licked his lips and said, "I'm full."

"It's pretty full," Qing Huan hurriedly threw the spatula, pulled up Nanyang and walked out, "Go fast, the ceremony will begin immediately."

Nan Yang also held a syrup-dipped lottery in her hand. She held the lottery in her mouth, her eyes still sluggish, letting Qinghuan drag her to the wedding scene on Karon Beach in a hurry.

The guests are already seated, the priest is in place, and the videographers responsible for recording the wedding with the camera are all yawning. Zhu Jun and Yu Fengli were dressed in formal attire and sat in the first row with Mei Zhongli. They were relieved when they saw Nan Yang and Qing Huan rushing over.

Mei Zhongli made a gesture to the priest, indicating that he could start.

Nanyang stood next to the priest, Qinghuan was at the other end of the Hua Road, led by Zhu Jun, and handed his daughter to Nanyang's hands under everyone's attention.

Qing Huan's heart was pounding, but it wasn't because of the wedding that she was nervous. At this moment, she was even more worried about whether Nanyang would suddenly fall asleep standing alone at the end of the flower road.

Fortunately, Nanyang stood very straight. Although his eyes were a little hazy, he kept watching himself.

This white wedding dress, she looks so beautiful.

The wedding dress wears a corolla, Qing Huan’s head is a corolla made of daffodils, and Nanyang’s head is a corolla made of lilies. The fresh flowers are still covered with dew, pressing down the soft black hair that reaches the waist. With a cold and dignified face, it is as beautiful as a quaint Chinese painting.

As he approached, his father handed her his hand. Nan Yang gently caught it, and carefully squeezed.

When Qing Huan was helping Nanyang change her clothes, she felt something in her trouser pocket and guessed it was a ring. In order to facilitate her carrying, she did not take off her trousers. Fortunately, the pants are also short, so you can't see anything under the wedding dress. Now that the person is holding the hand, Nanyang really started to go around the wedding dress to touch the trouser pocket, Qing Huan held his breath, and looked at her hand expectantly.

After a while, Nanyang really touched a ring-shaped thing, and gently put it on the ring finger of the curly-haired woman opposite.

When Qing Huan saw the ring clearly, her smile froze in her mouth.

What ring.

It is clearly a pull ring of a can.

The guests below stared at each other inexplicably, what kind of romantic new emphasis is this?

The corners of Qing Huan's mouth twitched. This is the super proud ring that will make her proud tomorrow night.

It really made her raise her eyebrows and exhale.

Nan Yang squinted her eyes and stared at Qing Huan's fingers for a long time before bluntly muttering to herself: "Oh, I got it wrong." She touched it in her pocket again, and took out one this time. The sparkling diamond ring dangling into the eyes of a group of people below under the sunshine of the beach.

She took off the pull ring and replaced it with this unique diamond ring in the world, then bowed her head and kissed the little indentation on her finger that was pressed by the can pull ring.

"Are you awake?" Qing Huan asked in a voice that only Nanyang could hear.

Nan Yang nodded with red ear tips.

It's getting married, she knows.

Qing Huan smiled helplessly, her eyes curled when she looked at Nanyang, which was brighter than the daffodil on her forehead.

"Okay, take the oath, come and stand."

She pulled Nan Yang to the front of the priest and nodded to the priest. The priest smiled at them kindly, picked up the microphone in his hand, and began to ask in Chinese:

"Ms. Qinghuan, are you willing to let Ms. Nanyang be your wife? From now on, we will have and support each other, whether it is good times or bad times, whether rich or poor, disease or health, love and cherish each other until Death will separate you?"

"I am willing." Qing Huan replied.

The priest turned to Nanyang, "Ms. Nanyang, would you like to let..."

Only halfway through the conversation, Nan Yang suddenly raised his hand and took the microphone from the priest's hand.

Qing Huan looked at her in astonishment. Isn't it sober? What kind of drunkenness?

Nanyang held the microphone, lowered his eyes, and looked at the opposite Qinghuan, the drunkenness that had just disappeared in his eyes, and slowly said:

"I am willing to have each other and support each other with you from now on, whether it is prosperity or adversity, whether rich or poor, disease or health, we will love and cherish each other." At this point, she paused, her eyes widened. After a three-point determination, "Death can't separate us."

There was a moment of loss in Qing Huan's eyes.

Nanyang held Qing Huan's hand and said piously:

"Even if this life is over, I will not let go of your hand. From now on, no matter the time, no matter the identity, no matter the distance, no matter where you are, I will find you, protect you, and fall in love with you."

"I promise you, eternal loyalty."

I promise you.

Eternal.

loyalty.

Qing Huan's heart trembled fiercely, tears fell out of her eye sockets without warning, and flowed down the corners of her eyes to her chin. The bouquet in her hand couldn't be held firmly, and it fell to the ground with a snap.

Regardless of the priest, the guests in the audience, and the unfinished etiquette, she stretched out her arms and hugged Nanyang tightly, crying, "You, are you serious?"

"Of course it is true," Nan Yang hugged her back, with unprecedented clarity and softness in his eyes, "As long as you are willing, I will always be your wife."

She closed her eyes and repeated: "I am your wife, Qing Huan."

I am your wife.

Qing Huan looked at the sun in the sky, the strong light shining into her eyes, instantly a blank whiteness in front of her eyes. These words were like the last key, and finally opened the deepest door in her heart.

She looked at the sun, and in the short moment when the white horse passed, she finished all her ninety-ninth life.

When she saw herself as a plum blossom, Nanyang stood in front of her, brushed the snowflakes off her body, and held her a winter umbrella, staying there for a while.

When she saw herself as a rabbit, Nanyang held her in her arms, fed her the freshest carrots, and fell asleep with her long soft ears every night.

When she saw herself as a cat, she scratched Nanyang's arm when Nanyang was bathing her, and Nanyang was still sitting in the sun carefully cutting her nails on her claws.

When she saw herself as a hawthorn tree, Nan Yang held a cup of tea and sat in the shade of her reading a book every day. She only drank half of the tea, and poured half of it into the soil under her feet, gently saying to her: You want Eat well.

She also saw that when she was a female general, after she died on the battlefield, Nanyang knelt on the ground and dug a grave for her with her hands. She dug until her hands were **** and there were bones in her fingers.

I also saw the familiar and lonely figure at the banquet when I took other men to the priest.

...

She turned into a person, turned into a sacrifice, turned into a thing, turned into a wind, rain and snow, no matter what she turned into, all her past has never changed.

Nanyang.

It turned out that she had never left after passing through thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers, dynasties changed, and the sun and the moon rose and fell.

And she just said that she will never leave forever. She promised her eternity and immortality, she promised her to pass through the sky every day, she promised her mountains and rivers, she promised her that the sea was dry and the rocks were rotten, and she promised her to die.

As long as you are willing to.

I am always, always behind you.

With eyes open, the sea breeze from Karon Beach was blowing the daffodils on her forehead. She held Nanyang in her arms tightly, exhausted her gentleness, and smiled with tears in her ears:

"thank you."

"Thank you for being my wife."