I, Qinghuan

Still in the snowy morning.

Nan Yang woke up vaguely in the soft bed, and when he was emptying out, the words Sun Xuxue said yesterday suddenly flashed in his mind——

"A life with you is the best life."

When persuading the 20-year-old Mei Zhongli to give up looking for the next successor, he answered himself in the same way.

Nan Yang was still in a daze when the cell phone next to his pillow started to vibrate suddenly.She reacted for two seconds, rubbed her eyes, unplugged the charging cable and connected the phone: "Hello?"

"Old Ancestor, did you disturb your rest?" Mei Zhongli's voice came from the receiver.

"No. What's the matter?"

"I want to tell you that the girl from Zhu's family did not cancel the engagement. I talked with her yesterday, and today I want you to take her to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register for marriage, and let her be ready at two o'clock in the noon. Look at your side inconvenient?"

Nan Yang was stunned for a while.

"Is it inconvenient? Then I will inform her to change the time?"

"...Have you already talked to her?"

"Yes, it's already agreed."

"Then it's two o'clock today."

If you change it back and forth, it will trouble her more or less.Besides, she also wanted to marry her as soon as possible. She had been waiting for this day for more than 3000 years.

"Okay, I'll ask Xu Xue to pick you up at twelve o'clock."

Nan Yang hummed and hung up the phone.After thinking about it for a while, she realized that this should be their first official meeting, and it was also an important day for obtaining the certificate.She stroked her messy long hair, got out of bed immediately and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After washing, she found the suitcase that she hadn't had time to pack yesterday, and took out all kinds of white shirts inside and spread them on the bed one by one. Her hair was still dripping, but she didn't care, she just buried her head in thinking about what to do. Which one should I wear?

She was a little nervous when she thought that she would be sitting next to her, staring at her very close.

Except for the absence of the mole between the eyebrows, her facial features are exactly the same as those of Qing Huan back then.A few hours later, she will look at herself with those familiar eyes, and she may even remember herself and all their pasts at any moment.Perhaps, she can also get a forgiveness that she has been waiting for for 3000 years. Hear her say, I don't blame you.

Originally, I thought that if I saw her again, I wouldn't be as nervous as when I was at the station last time.But, for some reason, it seemed more anxious than before.

Nan Yang stood in front of the bed full of clothes for two full hours, until his hair dried naturally, but he still couldn't choose a shirt that he was most satisfied with.

Not long after, Sun Xuxue arrived.With Nan Yang's consent, she took a key to the house, opened the door and found the bedroom all the way, poking in curiously through the open bedroom door.

"Old Ancestor, haven't you tidied up yet? Why are you staring at the bed of clothes in a daze?"

"I... don't know which one to wear to meet her."

Nan Yang seemed to have been knocked out of some small thought, and his ears immediately turned red.She is usually used to being cold, and only when she thinks about that person in her heart, will her ice-white skin be dyed a little bit of charming color.

"Well, can I come in and help you choose?"

"Ah."

Sun Xuxue walked in with a smile, and while looking at the very uniform white clothes on the bed, she said, "I heard from grandpa that you don't care much about what you wear."

"Yes." Nan Yang affirmed this statement.

"It seems that you really attach great importance to this meeting. However, you really should pay attention, after all, you are getting married today." Sun Xuxue picked up a well-tailored white shirt and handed it to Nan Yang, "You can wear it casually. Well, you are the best-looking person I have ever seen, even wearing a rag, you are the best-looking person."

Nan Yang is used to hearing others praise her appearance, but this time, she couldn't help but bend her eyes.

It was past twelve o'clock, and she didn't delay too long. After changing her clothes, she followed Sun Xuxue out to the location that Mei Zhongli had sent her.

When Sun Xuxue was driving, she couldn't help but sneak a glance at Nan Yang in the passenger seat.

She didn't deliberately flatter her because she was the ancestor. The ancestor was really good-looking, a kind of beauty that was completely different from common beauties.

Nan Yang is a woman who has never been infected by modern elements. She doesn't have perm, hair dye, makeup, or pretense. She doesn't wear any gold, silver or jewelry on her wrists or neck. From the long black hair to the clean fingers, everything exudes a kind of elegance brought from ancient times.When she looks at you with those tea-like light brown pupils, it seems that an ancient picture scroll with a long river of history is slowly unfolding in front of your eyes. Years of years have settled in her eyes, just looking at her Eyes seem to be able to touch the real past, every dynasty, every person, every copper halberd stained with blood, every snowflake that spans the past and present.

How many good deeds did Zhu Qinghuan's ancestors do to allow such a beautiful person to wander alone in this world for 3000 years, just for this reunion like a white horse passing by.

When they arrived at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the car to pick up Zhu Qinghuan had already arrived.It was impossible for Mei Zhongli to ask Nan Yang to wait for Zhu Qinghuan, so he took Zhu Qinghuan over half an hour earlier and asked her to wait for Nan Yang.

After all, Zhu Qinghuan is a public figure, she stood in a very secret place, wearing a mask and sunglasses, hiding behind a potted plant very low-key, without an assistant by her side.

Nan Yang saw the back of the man standing at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau from a distance.

The charming and gentle long curly hair spread like a feather fan behind her back, showing off her thin shoulders and slender waist. She was also wearing a white shirt, as if she was wearing a wedding dress like herself.

Nan Yang's footsteps paused, and a few words of greeting flashed through his mind.

Zhu Qinghuan just turned her head, as if she just wanted to look around, and happened to meet Nan Yang's eyes.She froze, took off her sunglasses and mask, and looked around again, not knowing what she was confirming.

Nan Yang stabilized her beating heart, walked forward slowly, and stood in front of her.

He had just prepared to greet her, but when he actually faced her, he couldn't say a word.

Although Nan Yang didn't say a word, Zhu Qinghuan still realized something, and she was stunned: "You...you were at the bus station yesterday morning...you are...you are..."

"Well, I am Nan Yang."

When Nan Yang read his name, his eyes were slightly red.

I am Nan Yang.

I am your master.

Zhu Qinghuan was shocked at first, and then slowly turned into doubt.She is 24 years old this year, and Nan Yang is 35 years old, but the woman in front of her looks absolutely not in her thirties, she is too young, as young as she is about her own age.

"We... Shall we go in now?" Nan Yang's tone was suppressed, but he was still a little apprehensive, and even stuttered a little.

Zhu Qinghuan was silent for a while, then asked uncertainly: "Are you really Nan Yang?"

Nan Yang looked into Zhu Qinghuan's eyes and hummed lightly.

"But you... are you really 35 years old?"

She looked disbelieving.

Nan Yang froze for a moment, then lowered his head and fumbled in his trouser pocket, and took out an ID card.She stared at the ID card for a long time, her lips moved slightly, as if doing some simple addition and subtraction.

"Hmm..." she murmured softly, "...this one is indeed 35 years old."

"This one?" Zhu Qinghuan frowned, "How many more do you have?"

"No, just one."

Nan Yang put his ID card away, and didn't really want to continue this topic, so he asked again: "Go in?"

"I..." Zhu Qinghuan felt a little embarrassed.Embarrassment is also normal, after all, she is about to walk into the Civil Affairs Bureau with a strange woman who has only met twice, and take the most intimate photo side by side.

"Let's go."

Nan Yang raised her hand, as if she wanted to catch Zhu Qinghuan's finger, but she restrained herself from letting it go almost the moment she raised it.Not yet, now is not the time, she should wait, wait a few more days for their relationship to thicken, and then she can try to hold her hand.

They walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau together, and Sun Xuxue waited outside, but did not go in.

They sat in front of the staff, and Nan Yang took out her household registration book.She didn't record her household registration under Mei Zhongli's name, and the household registration book was clean with only her name.Before long, another name would lie next to her, and this narrow booklet would always be a private space just for the two of them.

The two people each filled out the "Declaration Form for Application for Marriage Registration", and pressed their fingerprints in the column for the declarant.Nan Yang pressed it with his right hand, and when he pressed it, his fingers trembled.

Then they went to take pictures.

The Civil Affairs Bureau will not help to retouch the pictures when taking pictures, but this does not affect the final effect of the pictures.As a star, Zhu Qinghuan's facial features on the camera must be impeccable. The rare thing is that Nan Yang beside her seems to be more beautiful than Zhu Qinghuan.When the staff handed them the marriage certificate, they couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Two women, one is charming and gentle, with long lingering hair, and the other is cool and elegant, with black hair like water.They appear in the same picture, and they look extremely harmonious, as if these two people should be so close together and appear together in any scene.

Looking at the marriage certificate in his hand, Nan Yang dazedly tapped the two faces on the photo with his fingertips.

at last

She was finally her legitimate wife.

She remembered that night 3000 years ago, she knelt beside Qing Huan's body and carved a tombstone for her with her own hands. When she carved the prefix "beloved wife", her hands were so guilty that they trembled, and her heart was full of regret.

But fortunately, time was merciful and gave her another chance to make amends.

For the rest of her life, she must hold her hand well and be her own wife.