I, Qinghuan

Early the next morning, Nan Yang realized that Qing Huan hadn't slept well.

I was yawning while brushing my teeth, I was yawning on the way to the airport, I was still yawning when I checked in.

Because it was a variety show itinerary, the flight information had already been exposed to the fans.There were many fans at the airport who came to see off the plane, holding all kinds of aids, big and small gifts were desperately stuffed into Qinghuan's arms, and Xiaoye kept passing by, piled up in the crook of her arms Like a mountain.

The fans who were responsible for returning the pictures were carrying large or small equipment, and the long shots almost hit Nan Yang's face.

There are also a few traitors among the fans.There were several lovely young ladies with Boss Nan's words printed on the support towels hanging around their necks, and there were also several cameras that took pictures of Nan Yang fascinatedly.

After going through the security check, they can be a little cleaner, but there are still many fans who are so powerful that they can go through the security check around them.It took more than half an hour to take off. They sat in the waiting area and waited. Nan Yang looked at the Kindle silently, and Qing Huan stood up and took out a large amount of candy that he had prepared earlier from his bag and distributed it to the fans.

In the beginning, distributing candy at the airport was a daily routine that the company asked her to do, but after her popularity stabilized, the company stopped asking her to do so.But she still brings a large bag of candies and snacks every time, and distributes them to these little girls who don't even bother to eat breakfast just to see her.

The fans were also moved, so one of the entries that they often read for her was #切在弹结的很很#.

How many top artists in the entertainment industry are willing to hand out candy to fans every time at the airport?

The plane finally started to check in, Qing Huan gave the last bit of candy to the fans, and said goodbye with a formulaic smile.Xiaoye handed the pile of presents to the bodyguard, and hurriedly followed the two to check the tickets.

Due to some special reasons, the company didn't buy a first-class ticket, but the variety show team was in a hurry, so this time they took a rare economy class ticket.A large crowd of people squeezed together, but there was another kind of excitement. Many people noticed that there was a star, and they all twisted their necks and stretched their necks to look this way.

The tickets for the three of them were linked together. According to the positions on the tickets, Nanyang sat by the window, Qinghuan sat in the middle, and Xiaoye sat in the aisle.But when he was seated, Nan Yang leaned on the armchair in the aisle and looked at Qing Huan: "Sit by the window."

She knows that Qing Huan likes to watch herself pass through the clouds when taking off, so she usually gives up the seat by the window.

Without the fans around, Qing Huan finally let go of the long-standing smile on her face, walked weakly to the innermost seat and sat down, covered her mouth and yawned again.

Nan Yang sat down beside her, helped her fasten her seat belt, and asked softly, "Are you still looking at the clouds today?"

"Don't read it," Qing Huan shook her head, leaned over and leaned wearily on Nan Yang's shoulder, her voice was hoarse, "I'm so sleepy."

"Well, let's go to sleep."

Nan Yang raised his hand and put down the visor.

Qing Huan hugged Nan Yang's left arm, buried her face deeply in the white shirt on her shoulder, sniffed a big mouthful of plum fragrance in the fabric, and a muffled voice came from the shirt: "Nan Yang, I really want to you."

The corners of Nan Yang's eyes were bent, and he raised his hand to rub Qing Huan's long curly hair, "Aren't we always together?"

"Well," Qing Huan turned half of her face sideways, with a charming smile on her lips, "it's very strange, obviously you are always by my side, but I still miss you so much."

Nan Yang smiled slightly.

"What about you?" Qing Huan's eyes narrowed gently, "Did you miss me?"

Nan Yang pursed the corners of her lips, and only replied in a warm voice, "You are by my side."

"But, don't you feel that you are missing each other every second you don't meet each other?" Qing Huan's fingers caressed Nan Yang's forearm, and slowly slid to the cuff, from the gap between the buttons of the cuff Sneaking in and scratching the skin of her wrist, "Nan Yang, I miss you so much every second I can't touch you."

Nan Yang's skin is sensitive, and the people around the economy class are crowded. Although Qing Huan's actions are not excessive, she still held her hand immediately, her ears turned red: "Don't."

Qing Huan looked at her slender fingers covering the back of her hand, wrinkling the end of her eyes bitterly.

She can't figure out some things now.

For example, is it because Nan Yang is reserved that he does not allow him to touch her in public, or is it because he still misses the old man in his heart and instinctively dislikes his closeness?

What happened last night that made her suddenly recall the past?

Is it a dish on the table?Or a decoration in the bedroom?

Qing Huan buried her head in Nan Yang's white shirt again, biting a small piece of fabric with her sharp teeth.

She will never cook the dishes on the table last night for the rest of her life.Those dolls in the bedroom should be thrown away after returning home.

With a mind full of chaotic thoughts, she fell asleep in a daze.

The moment Nan Yang felt Qing Huan biting his clothes, he knew that the child would fall asleep and drool again.She pulled out a tissue from her pocket with one hand, and carefully placed it on Qing Huan's chin.

While they were padding, a small head suddenly turned around in the front row.

A little girl who looked only seven or eight years old was lying on the backrest, looking at them with bright eyes.The little girl is wearing cute double ponytails and a small butterfly hairpin. With a slight movement, the pair of butterfly wings covered with colorful beads will flicker and flicker.

Nan Yang has always liked children, especially cute children.Seeing that no one was looking at her, she bent the corner of her mouth towards the little girl.

The little girl blushed, and said crisply in a childish voice: "Sister, I am your CP fan."

The arc of Nan Yang's lips froze.

Now such a young child knows the word CP fan?

"Do you know what CP means?" Nan Yang felt curious. She didn't know what it meant until she took the initiative to search for the word.

"My sister told me that if you like to see two people together, then you are their CP fan." The little girl blinked her big eyes and smiled dimpledly, "I really, really like to see you two together." Let’s watch it on my mother’s mobile phone. Sometimes you will be on the hot search, and I will keep clicking in, keep checking, and keep checking, hoping to push you high and let everyone see you.”

Nan Yang couldn't help laughing.

The little girl's mother also turned around, apologetic: "I'm sorry, we didn't mean to disturb you." Then, she carried the little girl back and whispered, "It's about to take off. Don't you fasten your seat belt?"

The little girl struggled a bit: "Wait, Mom."

She leaned on the backrest again, touched her hair with her small hands, took off her butterfly hairpin that could flicker wings, stretched her arms and handed it to Nan Yang: "Sister, the little butterfly is for you."

Nan Yang didn't answer, just bent his eyes and asked: "If you give us the little butterfly, then you won't have it."

The little girl shook her head: "I still have one in the dressing cabinet at home. Sister, this one is for you."

Nan Yang looked at her mother and asked, "Can I accept it?"

The woman was taken aback for a moment, apparently not expecting that Nan Yang would take the initiative to ask herself such a small question, and nodded hurriedly: "Of course, it's just a card issuer, you like to take it casually."

"Ah."

Nan Yang took the hairpin over, and gently squeezed the flapping fan's wings with his fingertips.

Seeing that she accepted it, the little girl smiled contentedly, and now obediently let her mother carry her back to the seat.

Nan Yang pinched the hairpin and looked at it for a long time.It is a very common hairpin, which can be bought for two yuan on the roadside. It is made of stainless steel. The butterfly wings are tied to the middle of the trunk by two small springs. The wings are covered with colorful beads. When it moves slightly, The wings fluttered up and down.

Nan Yang touched the metal wings.

There was a small bump on the edge of the wing, and just as the fingertips touched it, a small hole was scratched.

Nan Yang frowned and looked at his bleeding fingers, and couldn't help sighing secretly, how could this thing get on the plane, but his BM47 had to be checked in instead.At least that knife never cut her.

She pinched the sharp bulge, gathered some internal strength to break it flat, touched it for a while, and nodded in satisfaction after confirming that it would not scratch anyone again.

Qing Huan, who fell asleep with her arm in her arms, hummed softly in her dream.

Nan Yang looked at the quiet sleeping face, pursed his lips and smiled, raised his hand, and carefully pinned the butterfly hairpin on Qing Huan's hair.

The little butterfly fluttered its wings and rested on the delicate and enchanting long curly hair, like a gull that had just landed on the Qinghai waves embroidered by classical Nishijin weaving, so elegant that it looked like a Japanese painting.

Over time, the wings slowly flattened.Nan Yang stared at the wings that had stopped, without blinking or blinking.

After a while, she opened her lips lightly, lifted her shoulders, and blew a breath towards the wings.

The butterfly with the east wind happily flapped its wings again, curling up the strong light coming in from the stratosphere, reflected in Nan Yang's smiling eyes.

Xiaoye drank coffee and blushed.

Boss Nan is so childish.

An hour later, the plane arrived at Haojing Airport.

The pilot's technique was very good this time, and he didn't feel a little vibration when he landed.The arrival information began to be broadcast in the plane, reminding that the seat belt can only be unbuttoned after a complete stop.The volume of the broadcast was not low, and almost no one was still sleeping on the plane, except for Qing Huan who fell unconscious while holding Nan Yang's arm.

The plane has opened the door, and the announcement of farewell to passengers sounded in the cabin.

Xiaoye stood up first, blocking Nan Yang and Qing Huan.Many people looked here curiously when they left, and a few girls wanted to come over to ask for autographs, but they were all scared away by Xiaoye's stinky face.

When everyone was almost gone, Xiaoye breathed a sigh of relief and leaned over to wake Qinghuan up.

Nan Yang raised his hand to interrupt her, "Let her sleep for a while, I'll carry her out."

Xiaoye, who was forced to eat dog food, smiled and gave Nan Yang enough space to come out.

Nan Yang unbuckled Qing Huan's seat belt, helped her arm, and lifted her onto his back, skillfully lifting her up.The two of them squeezed through the narrow passage, and when they reached the cabin door, the stewardess and stewardess standing there looked at them in a daze.

Haojing is a sunny day today.

The warm sunshine shrouded the brows of all the passengers or returnees who landed.

The cold woman in a white shirt stepped steadily on each gangway grid, her steps were not fast and slow, and her steps were methodical.On her back is a sleeping beautiful woman, with long curly hair hanging down, wrapping the white shirt of the woman in front, like a wisp of ink dripping into clear water.As they went down the gangway, a butterfly hair clip pinned to the curly-haired woman's head flapped its unique wings. Looking from a distance in the sun, it really seemed that a butterfly had landed in her hair.