I, Qinghuan

Seeing that Nan Yang fell asleep, Zhu Qinghuan went back to the room alone.She took out the computer to write some diaries in the room, and by the way, she was smoothing out her script ideas, and before she knew it, it was getting dark.

The back of her neck was sore and numb from sitting, and she got up and stretched her waist. When she stretched her forearms, she thought of Nan Yang who was still sleeping on the sofa.

Do you want to take a look?

Zhu Qinghuan recalled how she was drunk during the day, she said that people were arguing, and she stayed in front of the candied haws, so she couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.She opened the door lightly, the living room outside was dark, she walked to the sofa with the light from the bedroom, and looked down at the sleeping Nan Yang.

Nan Yang was still in the same position as when he just fell asleep, with his face resting on the red cushion, breathing very shallowly, and his long hair draped all over his back.

Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, Zhu Qinghuan felt relieved, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

She paused as she walked into the bathroom.

wrong.

Red...red cushions?

Aren't there white cushions on her sofa?

Zhu Qinghuan hurriedly turned around and bent down to check. With trembling hands, she touched the cushion Nan Yang was sleeping on, and found that her hand was sticky and wet.Raising the palm of his hand, it was full of dazzling bright red blood.

The heartbeat seemed to stop for a beat.

His eyes fell on Nan Yang's sleeping face again, and after looking carefully for two seconds, he saw that her nose was bleeding.There was a lot of blood, and she never knew that a person could bleed so much from a nosebleed, so much that the entire cushion was dyed red.

Zhu Qinghuan was frightened, she tried to call Nan Yang's name twice, but got no response at all.After she regained her senses, she immediately called 120 for emergency services.

What followed was a long, helpless and sluggish wait.I don't know how long it took, there were knocks on the door, she went to open the door, and there was noise around her again, she was a little dazed, all she knew was that she followed Nan Yang into the ambulance, and there seemed to be many people carrying cameras Many people were surrounding Nanyang's stretcher.Nan Yang, who was lying on the stretcher, was still bleeding from her nose, which seemed to be endless. Half of her face was covered in blood, and even the white shirt on that side was dyed red.

After Zhu Qinghuan came back to her senses, she found that she was already sitting on the bench in the hospital.

The doctor came out of the ward with the clip, saw her sitting at the door, and asked, "Are you her family?"

Zhu Qinghuan hurriedly stood up, nodded: "Yes... I, I am her wife."

"Well," the doctor opened the medical record, "she just had too much nosebleeds, and she was a little anemic. She has been given blood plasma. Although she bleeds a lot according to the situation, it is miraculous that there is no major damage to her body. The cause is still the same. I didn't see it, it might be because of getting angry, or it might be because of other reasons. In short, her body is very weak inside, and nosebleeds are also normal."

With that said, the doctor closed the case, with a serious brow: "You know, about her right hand?"

Zhu Qinghuan looked at the doctor in confusion.

"Her right hand tendon was broken, and the tendon inside is still missing. Compared with nosebleed, this may be more serious. Although it will not be fatal, she will always be in severe pain. If there is no painkiller, It's hard to live a normal life."

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback.

A flash in my mind.

She suddenly thought of Nan Yang's always trembling right hand when putting the seasoning, and the crooked and ugly font on the notebook.

And in the nanny's car that night, she held her head with her right hand for an entire hour.

So it was...was the right wrist tendon broken?

If she had been a little slower and more careful when wiping the palm of her hand, would she have been able to find something wrong with that hand?

When Zhu Qinghuan was in a state of confusion, she suddenly heard the sound of crutches coming from the corridor in the distance.She heard the reputation and looked, and it really was Mei Zhongli.Not only Mei Zhongli came, but also Sun Guohui and Sun Xuxue followed.

Zhu Qinghuan suddenly became frightened.

Sure enough, Mei Zhongli glared at her with sharp eyes, as if complaining that she didn't take good care of Nan Yang.

The doctor continued: "She is awake now, you can go in and see her."

Mei Zhongli led a group of people into the ward first, and Zhu Qinghuan followed hesitantly.Of course she wanted to see Nan Yang, but she was terrified of Mei Zhongli, and she also felt very guilty, and couldn't help thinking, could Nan Yang's so many nosebleeds be related to her wine chocolate?

Nan Yang leaned on the bed, her face was as pale as paper, her cheeks were clenched tightly.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Mei Zhongli.But when she saw Qing Huan standing at the back, her eyes tightened, and she asked Mei Zhongli in a cold voice:

"Who let her in?"

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback.

A layer of mist appeared in his eyes instantly.

she……

She's mad at herself?

Mei Zhongli glared at Zhu Qinghuan again, and gave Sun Xuxue a look. Sun Xuxue immediately patted Zhu Qinghuan on the shoulder, and took her out of the ward with his arms.After a few comforting words outside, Sun Xuxue came back immediately.

"Close the door."

Nan Yang ordered.

Sun Guohui, who stood at the back, closed the door and locked it.

Seeing that the door was closed tightly, Nan Yang finally let out the unbearable pain from between her eyebrows. She barely supported her body and collapsed on the side of the bed, her pure black hair hanging down to the ground long.

"Hurry up..." Nan Yang trembled all over, his forehead was covered with sweat, "Give me an analgesic."

As soon as Mei Zhongli heard her say "injection", he knew that things were troublesome.Nan Yang is a very pain-tolerant person. No matter how painful it is, she can only take a few ibuprofen. She can say "inject analgesic", which means that she doesn't even have time to wait for the capsule to take effect in her stomach.

"I'm going to find a doctor now!" Mei Zhongli said immediately.

"The door... the door should be opened slightly," Nan Yang raised his sweaty eyelids with difficulty, "don't let her see me."

A trace of pain flashed in Mei Zhongli's eyes, and he nodded.

Nan Yang's left hand was curled up beside the bed, and he didn't know whether to cover the scar on his heart or his broken right wrist.Her head was hanging on the edge, and she was still trying to endure. Sun Xuxue could see what she was enduring, so she hurriedly took the trash can, put it in a plastic bag and placed it next to Nan Yang.

Nan Yang finally couldn't hold back, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Bright red blood dripped intermittently down her chin into the trash can.She vomited a lot, and in the end, the blood was mixed with the sticky saliva in her mouth, and a long line of blood hung down from her lower lip, which she couldn't stop licking.

It really hurts.

Her heart, her right wrist, and the blood vessels all over her body hurt like they were about to break her bones inch by inch and grind them to pieces.Under the excruciating pain, her rationality could hardly suppress her impulse. At this moment, she wished she could immediately plunge the knife into her chest and end this endless purgatory.

"Old ancestor..." Sun Xuxue felt distressed beyond measure.

Sun Guohui was silent on the sidelines.He has lived longer than Liu Zhen and Mei Zhongli, and he has been with Nan Yang for longer. He has seen Nan Yang like this countless times. He feels distressed, but more has become numb.

Yes, countless times.

Nan Yang himself is almost numb.

It has been 3000 years, and she knew that she should bear such a price since she chose the forbidden technique from the very beginning.

The doctor came over quickly and injected Nan Yang with medicine according to Mei Zhongli's request.

The pillows and large sheets were soaked with sweat.

After a while, her expression slowly returned to its normal level. Sun Xuxue, who had just entered, took a tissue and thoughtfully wiped off the sweat from her forehead and side of her face.

She took a tissue from Sun Xuxue's hand expressionlessly, opened her mouth slightly, and wiped away the blood from the bitten tip of her tongue.

Sun Xuxue had tears in her eyes: "Old Ancestor, don't bite your tongue every time, okay? Your tongue is broken, you can't even eat, you can't help biting your lips, at least I can give it to you." You apply medicine..."

"The lip is broken, she'll see."

Nan Yang said lightly.

Sun Xuxue opened her mouth, tears streaming down her face, but she couldn't say a word.

"Xuxue, give me a mirror." Nan Yang looked at her.

Sun Xuxue hurriedly took out a small mirror, and handed it to Nan Yang's hand trembling.

Nan Yang opened the mirror and carefully looked at his own face in it.She was still a little pale, and there was a bit of coagulated blood scab at the corner of her mouth. She wiped it off with a piece of paper, folded the paper towel back and forth a few times to wrap up the blood residue, and threw it into the trash can.

"Go out and tell her to come in."

After tidying up, Nan Yang sat on the head of the bed, scanned the idlers in the room and waited around.

"Yes, old man."

Everyone knelt down, kowtowed to Nanyang to say hello, and exited the room one by one.

"Xiao Lizi." Nan Yang called out.

Mei Zhongli stopped immediately, bowed his head respectfully, "What's wrong, Patriarch?"

"I am very grateful for you running so far for me in the middle of the night and taking care of me." Just as Mei Zhongli was about to speak, Nan Yang interrupted him by raising his hand, and continued, "But, I don't want to see you use that kind of speech again." Stare at her."

Mei Zhongli came to his senses and bent down in fright: "Old Ancestor, I..."

"No need to kneel," Nan Yang stopped him from wanting to kneel, turned his head, and said in a soft voice, "I'm not blaming you, I just want you to know that maybe she was yours for more than ten years ago A vassal is a tool you use to please me. But now she is my wife, and my status is equal. I am not asking you to kneel to her, I mean, you have to learn in communication Respect her, just like respecting me, she is also your master uncle after all. Do you understand?"

Mei Zhongli lowered his head: "I...I understand, don't worry."

Nan Yang looked at him, and frowned: "Okay, go to rest early, you worked hard tonight."

"Thank you, Patriarch, for your understanding." Mei Zhongli bowed again and retreated.

After everyone had left, Nan Yang fiddled with a piece of thread on the white quilt with downcast eyes, waiting quietly for Qing Huan to come in.

After a while, Zhu Qinghuan walked in slowly, with red eyes and cautious movements.Seeing Nan Yang leaning against the head of the bed, she stopped in the distance and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for me?" Nan Yang smiled gently at her, "I had a nosebleed in the middle of the night, you sent me to the hospital, I should thank you."

"If it wasn't for my bonbons..."

"It has nothing to do with chocolate," Nan Yang's voice was also very gentle, "It's delicious. Like I said, I want to eat it again."

Zhu Qinghuan resisted the urge to cry, and asked: "Aren't you angry with me just now?"

"I..." Nan Yang suddenly remembered that he had just killed her in a hurry. She had been married to her for a while, and she had never spoken to her in that tone. She must have been frightened and felt guilty. "I'm sorry, it's none of your business. It's me... I was in a daze and recognized you as someone else."

"..." Zhu Qinghuan was silent.

"Come closer to me." Nan Yang's voice was deliberately lowered.

Zhu Qinghuan bit her lip, unable to bear Nan Yang's tone, she moved over in small steps.

After a long while, she couldn't hold back anymore and asked, "What's so good about me that you like me so much?"

Nan Yang was taken aback, pursed his lips, and smiled:

"Look, you don't even like me, and you put chocolates in my pocket. You are so kind, of course you deserve my liking."

Every word Nan Yang said touched softly in Zhu Qinghuan's heart.

Facing Nan Yang like this, how could she not be moved at all?

Don't say she Zhu Qinghuan, how could anyone not be moved by Nan Yang's love like this?But she couldn't believe her, she was afraid that she would take it seriously and fall in love with her presumptuously, but she turned her face away.She was afraid that she finally fell in love with someone, but what she got was disappointment, even despair.She didn't dare to sink herself, she didn't have any bargaining chips, and she couldn't afford to bet on anything.

However, when Nan Yang looked at her with those eyes, she had the urge to trust her desperately.

Such affectionate and lingering eyes.

It was as if, she had loved her for centuries.

Nan Yang saw the movement in Qing Huan's eyes, her heart trembled, but she struggled to maintain her sanity.

"Don't have psychological pressure. If you don't like me, you can still dislike me. Don't violate your own heart just because of a little guilt." Nan Yang said slowly, "Qing Huan, I only hope that you can be truly happy , as long as you live happily, I don't care if you love me or not."

Her tone was not greasy love words, every word she uttered was so sincere, it was like wrapping her heart with her blood and showing it to the other party.

She said, as long as you can live happily.

Love me or not, I don't care.

Live as long as you can.

After a long time, Qing Huan's tears flowed down the corner of her eyes, and she choked up and asked:

"What if... I want to divorce you?"