I, Qinghuan

An hour later, Xiaoye sent them back to the hotel.The door of the hotel room was opened, and I saw the cooking pot and a bowl of red hot pot ingredients on the coffee table, as well as the apron that was hastily thrown on the corner of the sofa.

Zhu Qinghuan changed her shoes, went to fold the apron first, then filled the pot with water and energized it, and poured the ingredients down to cook.While it was cooking, she went to find the refrigerator again, and brought out plate after plate of prepared ingredients, mutton, beef, crab sticks, swallow dumplings, green vegetables, lotus root, bamboo shoots, beef balls, potatoes, each in different quantities. There are many, but the variety is very complete.

Qing Huan's craftsmanship is as perfect as ever.

Nan Yang sat on the sofa, scooped up some hot pot soup with a spoon, and took a sip.It is very fragrant, and the spiciness is pinched very well. After the mouth, the spiciness will stay on the tip of the tongue for a short time, but it will not be spicy into the throat and stomach.After taking a sip of soda, the hot spot on the tip of the tongue will be easily rinsed away without causing any trouble. It can satisfy her appetite without harming her body.

Did God know that they were born to be together, so they poached all their talents in cooking to supplement Qinghuan?

Nan Yang bit the red oil on her lips, and sighed silently in her heart.

In fact, a long time ago, she learned to cook, but not long ago, she used the forbidden technique. After her right hand was destroyed, she still couldn't get used to using her left hand, so she couldn't do these delicate things well.

"Why are you drinking soup?" Zhu Qinghuan brought the last dish over, and smiled helplessly, "I'll get you a bowl and mix some dipping sauce. Do you want sesame oil?"

Nan Yang nodded.

"Where's the sesame paste?"

Nan Yang nodded again.

"chopped green onion?"

nod.

"garlic?"

Shaking his head.

"Okay, I see." Zhu Qinghuan walked to the kitchen.Fortunately, the kit given by the crew came with a small kitchen, otherwise today's hot pot meal might be a bit difficult.All kinds of seasonings alone covered the entire stove. When I bought it back yesterday, Xiaoye insisted on inviting two big bodyguards to fight together, so that I could successfully send these bottles and jars in intact.

After mixing the bowl, she walked back to the sofa and handed Nanyang's bowl to her.She asked Nan Yang to sit on the side by the window, and then opened the window a small crack, so that the cold wind could just blow on Nan Yang's shoulders.

She has been silently thinking about her minor illness.

I don't know when it started, they seem to have returned to the way they got along 3000 years ago.Nan Yang is still the honorable master who is used to sitting around waiting for food to be fed into his mouth, and Qing Huan is still the little apprentice who serves her without complaint.It seems that it has always been like this in the past 3000 years. As long as they meet, as long as they are together, even if Qinghuan doesn't remember anything, she will always take good care of this woman named Nanyang habitually.

It's already an instinct engraved in the soul.

Nan Yang straightened his back, held the chopsticks upright with his right hand, and put the chopsticks in his mouth for a while before carefully poking into the pot.

Zhu Qinghuan sat beside her, looked at her slightly trembling right hand, and couldn't help saying: "What do you want to eat, I'll pinch it for you."

Nan Yang put away the chopsticks and said, "Lotus root."

"Okay." Zhu Qinghuan sat up, rummaged through the pot, found a piece of lotus root cut into a moderate thickness, and put it into Nanyang's bowl, "What else do you want to eat?"

"Lotus root."

"..."

So Zhu Qinghuan took another slice for her.

"What else to eat?"

"Lotus root."

third slice.

"Lotus root."

Fourth tablet.

"Lotus root."

"No more, just four slices." Zhu Qinghuan picked up a slice of carrot instead, and handed it to Nan Yang's bowl, "Eat this, it's delicious too."

Nan Yang moved the bowl away, and frowned: "No."

She hasn't eaten carrots in 500 years.

"Why are you still picky eaters?" Zhu Qinghuan sighed, but her lips still curled up softly, "Then do you eat ham sausage? There are also shrimp dumplings, they are all cooked very well. The beef balls are also delicious. It's delicious, I made it myself with beef stuffing, would you like to try it?"

"Ah."

Nan Yang pushed the bowl directly to the side of the pot, and watched Qing Huan sandwich the meat and meatballs one by one.She didn't say anything more, but fortunately, Qing Huan didn't care about her dullness, and served her food without complaint.Except for the exchange on the dishes, the two of them were silent.

The strange thing is that this kind of silence is not awkward, but with an inexplicable harmony.

Zhu Qinghuan filled Nanyang's bowl to the brim, pushed it back to her, and then took the first bite.

Nan Yang picked up the bowl, lowered his eyes, and focused on the hot food in the bowl.She ate small mouthfuls, her mouth tightly closed when eating, and she restrained the sound of chewing, and she knew it was a good upbringing left over from years of years.

Zhu Qinghuan secretly looked at Nan Yang while eating meatballs.Nan Yang was very quiet when eating, sitting upright and holding his chopsticks carefully.Nan Yang's drooping eyelashes are very long. Her eyelashes are not as curled as Qing Huan's. They are slightly drooping, covering part of her light-colored pupils.Such uncurled eyelashes made those tea-like eyes hazy a lot. Normally, she always had a straight face, and she couldn't tell the difference, but at this moment, in the heat, Zhu Qinghuan seemed to have captured a bit of difficulty in it. Perceived softness and flattery.

She suddenly wanted to see what those eyes looked like when they cried.

She had never seen Nan Yang cry.The only time I saw her jealous was when she met Ming Wancheng who reunited after a long absence that night.If she hugged her and Cheng would cry tomorrow night, how about hugging herself?

Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment before realizing that her idea was very strange.

It's not that she and Nan Yang reunited after a long absence, why did Nan Yang cry while hugging her.

She was thinking wildly about something.

After Nan Yang ate for a while, a layer of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.Although the hot pot ingredients were not particularly spicy, her lips turned bright red after eating too much, and her cheekbones were also slightly red, and she would sniff her nose from time to time.

Zhu Qinghuan took out a piece of paper and handed it to her, "Why don't you eat it?"

"To eat."

Nan Yang took the paper, wiped the sweat off his forehead, just picked up the chopsticks, paused, then put them down again.She was sweating all over after eating. Although the window was open, she was still a little stuffy after all she was wearing a sweater.

She raised her hand to grab the collar of the sweater and took it off.

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback when she saw Nan Yang take off her clothes suddenly, and subconsciously thought that she had no clothes under her sweater.Just as he was about to look away in a panic, he glimpsed a corner of the shirt under the sweater from the corner of his eye.

The heart that had just tensed up hung in his chest, and it was too late to relax, which seemed a bit ridiculous.

When Nan Yang took off his sweater, he pulled up a little of the hem of his shirt, revealing a section of his belly.The skin on her lower abdomen is delicate and the muscles are tight, but there are three long and hideous long scars abruptly.Such a long and deep scar without any trace of suture is impossible in modern medical treatment.

"Where you are..." Zhu Qinghuan knew it was impolite, but couldn't help it, "The scar there is..."

Nan Yang put the sweater aside, tidied up the slightly wrinkled shirt, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his voice was as flat as usual:

"If I say that you chopped it, do you believe it?"

"..."

Zhu Qinghuan frowned, she didn't understand what Nan Yang meant by making this joke with her.

Nan Yang pursed her lips, picked up the chopsticks, and said:

"Don't you want to eat?"

"I'm full, if you're not full, eat some more." Zhu Qinghuan quickly put aside her doubts just now, and thoughtfully lowered the temperature of the pot to keep warm.

"Ah."

Nan Yang kept eating the meatballs and lotus root in the bowl.She ate for a long time, and she took all the ingredients that Qinghuan put into the pot into her own bowl, and ate them bite by bite.In fact, she was full very early, but she was reluctant to waste every bit of food Qing Huan made.

Of course, of all the foods she ate, carrots were not included.

In fact, it's not that she can't taste the taste of carrots. She ate carrots a long time ago.

However, in one life, Qing Huan was reincarnated as a little white fluffy rabbit.She kept her by her side, took good care of her, and gave her the best and most expensive carrots every day.Once, when she went to the market to buy fresh carrots, the sky suddenly changed and lightning and thunder began, and she was trapped in the pavilion by a heavy rain.It rained all day.When the rain stopped and she went back with the juicy carrots, she found that the little rabbit had been frightened to death by lightning.

Scared to death.

It's kind of funny to die.she knows.Later, she occasionally mentioned this past event with her disciples, and every time she could see their smiling eyes.

But only Nan Yang knew that it wasn't a little rabbit that was scared to death.

That's her Qing Huan died.

After that, she couldn't eat carrots anymore, and when a carrot was put in her mouth, she would instinctively regurgitate.

"Have you eaten enough?"

Zhu Qinghuan's voice suddenly came from the side.

She had already stood up, put on her apron, and began to clean up the messy table after cooking the hot pot. She held a stack of greasy bowls in one hand, and a handful of chopsticks with all kinds of raw meat and vegetables in the other. The bowl in Nan Yang's hand.

Nan Yang gave her the bowl in his hand.

"Then I'll wash the dishes first." Zhu Qinghuan walked to the kitchen and didn't ask Nan Yang to help clean it up, but said, "If you're bored, go sit in the bedroom for a while, I've washed all the clothes you left here , put it on the bedside. You...you should have been sweating just now, see if you want another one. "

"it is good."

Nan Yang obediently went to the bedroom.

The bedroom was still the same as the day she left, with a simple bed, a simple desk, and a simple wardrobe.Twelve white shirts of various styles were neatly stacked on the head of the bed, exuding a faint fragrance of laundry detergent, so flat that there was not a single wrinkle.

Nan Yang sat sideways on the edge of the bed, slowly stroking the surface of the shirt with his fingers, gentle and gentle, as if stroking Qing Huan's palm.

She knew from 3000 years ago that in this world, only she can take care of herself so meticulously.

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, took a casual glance, and suddenly saw a book under Qing Huan's pillow.

She was a little curious, so she bent down a little, pulled out the book, and looked at the cover.It's Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.

Nan Yang flipped through it casually.

The pages of the book rushed across, and a continuous piece of gold unexpectedly flashed across the snow-white waves of paper.

She paused on a certain page, examining the strange golden colors suspiciously.

That is……

Yes……

It is a wrapper for chocolate.

The golden tinfoil has obviously been smoothed carefully, and the corners are a little incomplete, but each piece retains its original shape.

A "Romeo and Juliet", such a piece of tinfoil is clipped every few pages, on the page that tells the feud between the Montague and Capuleto families, Romeo met Juliet for the first time at the Capuleto reception There is the page where Romeo takes Juliet's hand and gets married under the auspices of the priest, and there is also the page where Romeo commits suicide and falls on the dead Juliet.

Nan Yang counted them one by one.Scattered and scattered, a total of 25 pieces were counted.

25 sheets.

She suddenly realized that this was the 25 chocolates she ate while sitting in front of the trash can that day.

Nan Yang stared at the carefully smoothed tinfoil, subconsciously bit the tip of her tongue, unable to control the force in a trance.

The fishy and sweet breath instantly filled the mouth.

The fingers caressing the pages of the book curled up.She lowered her head slowly, her back arched deeply, the tip of her nose rested on a piece of golden tinfoil inside the page, and her shoulders suppressed trembling.

After a long time, a tear flowed from the corner of her tightly closed right eye, running down the bridge of her nose and landing on the surface of the tin foil.

That drop of tear easily seeped through the tinfoil and stained a line of typeface on the paper.

That's what Romeo said.

At the reception of the Capuletto family, Romeo met Juliet for the first time and fell in love with Juliet at first sight.After the reception, he sneaked into the back garden of Capuletto’s house, and stood struggling under Juliet’s window sill. In distress, he stood in the deserted moonlight and murmured this sentence alone, blurred by tears. lines——

"I wish she knew that I love her."