I, Qinghuan

Qing Huan sat on the sofa for half an hour before realizing that she hadn't turned on the light after entering the door.

When I first came in, there was still a little dim moonlight outside the window, but now I don't know if it was blocked by dark clouds, and the room was suddenly dark.Qing Huan groped for a long time before finding her mobile phone. She wanted to turn on the flashlight function to turn on the lights in the living room. After swiping open the lock screen, she subconsciously clicked into the WeChat interface first, looking for the only person on top.

Unfortunately, there are no unreads from her.

It's been almost an hour.She and that mixed-race woman... have so many things to talk about?

She sighed softly, wondering if she cared a little too much.In fact, she also understands that enough trust should be given to the other party in marriage, and suspicion is definitely the worst kind of heart disease.But... most of the time, emotions are hard to control.

She really wanted to take Nanyang as her own.If possible, she would like to hide her and protect her for the rest of her life, lest those idlers covet her.

Is it a little morbid?

Qing Huan agitatedly got up and went to the entrance to look for the light switch of the living room. The light from the mobile phone flash illuminated the room very brightly. She put on her slippers and was about to press the switch when the door was suddenly opened.

Nan Yang walked in with downcast eyes, and conveniently put the room card on the shoe cabinet, his face was a little pale, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

"Are you back?" Qing Huan stepped forward naturally and helped her take off her coat.

Nan Yang hummed, and obediently took off the coat on Qing Huan's hand, changed his shoes, went to the sofa to pour water, and did not speak.

Although she usually doesn't like to talk very much, Qing Huan can still sense that something is wrong with her.

"What's wrong? You seem...a little unhappy?" Qing Huan asked carefully.

Nan Yang took a sip of water, as if he held the saliva in his mouth for a while before swallowing it.After a while, he replied, "No."

Qing Huan pursed her lips and was silent for a while, before hesitating to speak: "The woman who was looking for you just now...is...is your ex...?"

Nan Yang paused to drink water, the water glass was taken off, and she held it between her slender fingers, she said in a deep voice, "No."

"Oh..." Qing Huan's heart was still inexplicably empty.

Nan Yang looked at her, paused, and said softly, "I only ever liked you."

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, her heart that was still stiff for a second seemed to be softly hit by something, and it softened into a puddle of water in an instant, and could no longer harden.She raised her lips gently, her cheeks were slightly red, and she spoke in a soft tone: "I... I only liked you once."

Nan Yang's fingers holding the water glass suddenly tightened.

Qing Huan pursed her lips again, and continued with red ears: "It's the first time I like someone, so I often don't know how to treat you well. I also... can't deal with some of my thoughts, such as, You were probably just catching up with your friends just now, but I was nervous for a long time, afraid that if you put your eyes on others, you would not like me that much. Another example... like now, I can feel that you are not happy , but I don't know how to comfort you, I want to know why you are unhappy, and I am afraid that I have suddenly probed your **. I... I don't know what to do is right, but I think, be honest It can never be wrong, so I will tell you all my thoughts. Before you came back, I was very scared, but now that you are back, I seem... still a little scared, I..."

"Qing Huan," Nan Yang's voice was a little hoarse, her fingers were rubbing the glass in her hand, the water surface reflected the chandelier above her head, flickering, "I'm just thinking about a question."

Qing Huan raised her eyes puzzledly: "What's the problem?"

Nan Yang was silent for a long time, her eyelashes reflected on her lower eyelids, casting a slender shadow by the light above her head.She bent down and put down the water glass, her fingers were clenched into her palms, and when she spoke again, she seemed to have made great determination:

"I'm wondering...whether my appearance was a mistake."

Qing Huan opened her eyes wide in surprise, and didn't understand Nan Yang's words for a moment.

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gotten married at the age of 24." Nan Yang's voice was very low, as deep as the lake next to the hotel, "You are still in the golden age of an actor, in the next few years , you will develop a good career, maybe in the process of filming, you will meet good-looking boys. You will fall in love with someone naturally at the right time. If there is no me, no Mei, you will be freer than now Much more. You like me now, probably because...you are married to me, so you can only like me. Without me, you should have more choices and more room for career development. I..." The corners of her lips curved bitterly, "I just suddenly felt that I seemed to be a drag to you."

A drag that has bugged you for 3000 years.

Is what Jiang Banxia said all wrong?

Nan Yang smiled wryly.

After hearing this, Qing Huan bit her lips tightly, and a layer of mist floated in her eyes.

"No, Nan Yang."

She shook her head, her voice choked with sobs.

"Nan Yang, without you, I wouldn't fall in love with anyone."

Qing Huan didn't know why she was crying, but when she said these words, tears flowed out disobediently.She said intermittently: "I, I don't know how to tell you, I also think it's ridiculous... But, but, I have a feeling that in this life... I've been waiting for you, just waiting for you to appear, you to appear Finally, I began to allow myself to try to love someone. My rationality made me alienate you, but I seem to have known for a long time that I was destined to fall in love with you. I don’t know why it happened...I, I I just feel that we should be together, I should be your wife, and you should be my wife... We... Shouldn't we be each other's wives?"

Nan Yang looked at Qing Huan in a daze.

She suddenly had an illusion that the Qing Huan in front of her was like the Qing Huan in ancient times standing in front of her in modern clothes.

She almost said the words on the suicide note——

If there is an afterlife, I will allow you a lifetime.

This life is what I promised you.

There was a painful light in her eyes, and there seemed to be a word covered by thick fog that was lingering and lingering, ready to come out:

Nan Yang, it's not just your regret.That's also my... dream I've been waiting for for 3000 years.

Her memory is still a blank sheet of paper, but her soul has already engraved the love for her into the marrow of her bones, reincarnated from generation to generation, as long as she appears in front of her, as long as she is willing to reach out to her, she will Always be obedient to her.

Qing Huan cried and walked forward, hugged Nan Yang's waist tightly, buried her face in her white shirt, her shoulders heaving up and down.She was afraid that Nan Yang would stay away from her because of those wild thoughts, and she was also afraid that her nonsense would scare Nan Yang. She didn't know how to keep her, so she could only hug her with all her strength.

Nan Yang lowered her head and rubbed the soft long curly hair with the tip of her nose.She hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but raised her arms, hugged Qing Huan's back, stroked her hair with her right hand, and comforted her.

Qing Huan has always been so tolerant and kind to her.

3000 years ago, she easily forgave herself for the crime of destroying her family. After 3000 years, she has so easily forgiven the bondage that she unintentionally caused her all her life.

Nan Yang understood what she meant.It is her own choice that she is willing to stay by her side now.Just like the bloody canyon 3000 years ago.Death is also her own choice.

Perhaps, at this point in time, it is a bit ridiculous to argue about right and wrong.

Right, wrong, wrong, entangled 3000 years ago, after 3000 years, can you tell whether you owe me more or I owe you more?

At least at this very second, there is nothing more important than hugging her.She was right in front of his eyes, standing alive, with warm skin and a beating heart.She can still hold her, and that's enough.

Qing Huan hugged Nan Yang's waist in a panic, sobbing and begging:

"You, don't want me..."

"I don't want you," Nan Yang tightened his arms holding her a little more, his voice trembling, "I only want you in this life, Qing Huan."

Qing Huan cried even harder.

They just stood by the window, and there was still a bit of freezing cold air seeping through the window cracks, but it didn't affect the warmth between the two people who were embracing tightly.They are like the mountains and rivers embracing the rivers, and the rivers supporting the mountains and rivers. The sun, the moon and the sun are changing on them. Only the wind and frost can erode their years, and any other rain and snow can't separate them.

The two vines that are entangled will not think about the question "if there is no other party".

Because, I have you, and you have me.

So are they.

In this world, only with Nanyang can there be Qinghuan, and only with Qinghuan can there be Nanyang.Without Nanyang, Qing Huan would have frozen to death on the corner of that desolate village under Beifei Mountain. Without Qing Huan, Nan Yang would have died of old age on an ordinary evening 3000 years ago.In the past years, if any one of them was missing, the rest would not be able to go through the long 3000 years and reach the modern society that is like a dream.

The two people who were separated by death 3000 years ago can still have a chance to stay together now, which is a gift that is once in a thousand years and a rare gift.She really shouldn't let some unreasonable assumptions disturb their relationship.

At least for now, I still love you.

And you happen to love me too.

This is enough to support us to go through a lifetime hand in hand.

Qing Huan just hugged Nan Yang and cried, crying and crying for some reason, so that half of Nan Yang's face and neck were covered with wet tears.

She shed too many tears.

Nan Yang's ears were pierced today, and before he could apply alcohol, his entire earlobe was wet by Qing Huan's tears.Salty tears flowed into the wound that hadn't healed, piercing Nan Yang very badly, and the pain and itching that couldn't be ignored came from the ear hole.She couldn't help but raised her hand around Qinghuan's back, wanting to touch her earlobe.

While Qing Huan was still crying, she reflexively knocked off Nan Yang's hand that wanted to touch her earlobe.

"Don't touch it, it will, it will cause inflammation..." she cried.

Nan Yang frowned, and murmured softly, "It seems to be inflamed."

"...don't move, let me see."

Qing Huan wiped away tears, lay on Nan Yang's shoulder, pinched her red left ear, and squinted her eyes hazily to look carefully.

It is indeed more swollen.

Qing Huan found that it was covered with her own tears, full of guilt, she let go of Nan Yang's waist, "I'll first dip a cotton swab in clean water and wipe it off for you, just wait."

Nan Yang did not let go of Qing Huan, but when Qing Huan wanted to leave, he clasped her back and carried her in his arms, letting her lie on his shoulders again.

"... hug for a while."

"you……"

"Hold for a while."

"But if you don't take a cotton swab to help you clean it up, maybe it will really..."

"Don't be so troublesome," Nan Yang half-closed his eyes, his ears became more and more red, and his voice became lower and lower, "...you can lick it off for me."

Qing Huan's eyes widened all of a sudden, and the roots of his ears were completely red.

"I..." She stammered, feeling at a loss.

Nan Yang touched her enchanting curly hair again, slid his fingertips into the gaps in the hair, and gently stroked it with gentle strength, and his hoarse voice blew past Qing Huan's ears with a cool breath:

"Help me, lick it clean."

Qing Huan could feel her heart beating frantically, and the caresses coming from the back of her head made her even more confused.Obviously this wasn't the most intimate thing they had ever done, but she still couldn't stop her nervous suffocation, as if every time she got close to Nan Yang, her heart would pop out of her chest like now.

Her love for her never stopped.

She finally closed her eyes, held her breath, and moved a little closer, her bright red lips parted slightly, covering the red earlobe.

Tears left a bitter taste there.

In addition to the saltiness of tears, there is also a faint taste of the sweetness of blood.The soft tongue wraps the hard metal earrings, and the sharp tip touches her sensitive tongue, which is a wonderful collision between the extreme softness and the extreme hardness under the sun.

The lips and tongue ironed the soft earlobe bit by bit, rubbing out the most imaginative and charming scenery.The tip of her nose rubbed against Nan Yang's earbones, and her warm breath just happened to fill her moist ear sockets impartially.Every time she exhaled, the person in her arms would become stiffer, but after a few breaths, she could clearly feel a dense layer of goosebumps rising from Nan Yang's side face.

Nan Yang suddenly turned his head away and avoided Qing Huan.

The moment he dodged, an unbroken silver thread appeared on his earlobe.

In a trance, Qing Huan realized that Nan Yang's whole body's skin was red, and even the small piece of chest exposed at the collar of the white shirt was pink.