I, Qinghuan

When Qinghuan, Cheng, and Qi Yi went to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda Square by car tomorrow night, the sky was overcast and it suddenly started to rain.

I don't know when it started, dense raindrops appeared on the window glass, dripping the originally transparent glass like a yarn full of fine needles.The sky was a bit cloudy when they went out, but no one expected it to rain so soon.

Qing Huan took out her mobile phone, cut the city into Jingjing, and looked at the weather forecast. This light rain will turn to heavy rain and it will last for about a week. When they board the train, the rain probably won't stop.

Qi Yi in the back row straightened up slightly and asked, "It's raining, do you still want to go to the square?"

Qing Huan put away her mobile phone, thought for a moment, and said, "There is an umbrella in the car, let's take a look around."

It was only five o'clock in the afternoon, Nan Yang said that she would come back at night, if she went back to the hotel by herself now, what would she do if she stayed alone for these few hours?

Qing Huan thought about it, but couldn't think of an answer.

She couldn't help thinking, before she met Nan Yang, what method she liked to use to fill her time when she was alone.But obviously she and Nan Yang have been married for less than half a year, but her memory of the life half a year ago has become blurred.

Before she tasted love, she didn't feel that there was any shortcoming in such a life. On the contrary, sometimes when she saw her friends around her were in a relationship because they were in a relationship, she would be glad that she chose celibacy.But after falling in love with Nan Yang, she discovered that love itself is not suspicious, quarreling, or filthy.Those who keep scorning love have not yet found the one who truly loves them. They are not arrogant or ignorant, they are just not so lucky.

She feels that the happiest thing in her life is being loved by a woman like Nan Yang.So gentle, so careful, when he is worrying about gains and losses, he will search his guts and say some sweet words of love.When she said those words in such an awkward tone, I just felt like laughing, but after thinking about it later, I found that all those sentences were extremely beautiful.

She believes that when a person talks about love, he means what he says.Because Nan Yang's love for her is so beautiful, those sentences are so beautiful.

That's why she was willing to sink deeper and deeper into her arms until she merged with her soul, and she would never change until death.

The rain outside the car window was getting heavier and heavier.

When they arrived at the Big Wild Goose Pagoda Square, the three of them took their umbrellas and got out of the car.

The rain fell suddenly, and many tourists did not bring umbrellas. They hid in twos and threes under the small pavilions selling souvenirs to avoid the rain.From afar, you can see the ancient Big Wild Goose Pagoda standing in the rain with the charm of thousands of years, and the statue of Master Xuanzang is in front of the pagoda, like a god guiding the way back for the confused world.

Tomorrow night, Cheng looked at the souvenir kiosks lined up on the left and right of the North Square, and excitedly called Qi Yi and Qing Huan to take a look.Souvenirs of this kind of famous scenic spots always have many tricks, and they are piled up in conspicuous positions, attracting children to drag their parents to buy them.

"Sister, look, the water whistle." Ming Wancheng picked up a small bird-shaped water whistle made of clay, held the whistle without any scruples, and blew out a melodious sound.Qi Yi took it from her hand, saying that it might have been blown up by others, and Cheng Cheng didn't care about it tomorrow night, so he bought it directly.

Tomorrow night, Cheng held a water whistle in his mouth, and brought a rattle over, beating loudly.After playing the rattle, she played with other people's pottery xun again, put down the pottery xun and went to get other people's terracotta warriors and horses statues, and played with shadow puppets, bamboo grasshoppers, and wooden swords again.When she picked up those toys, Qi Yi wanted to put his hands in his pockets several times, as if he wanted to pay for it.

But tomorrow night, Cheng moved faster. She and the boss bought all the things she had played with in one go, and carried a big bag. She happily said that after returning home, she would distribute all these gadgets to the ladies and sisters of the program group. .

Qi Yi looked at her, smiled a little helplessly, but didn't say much, just quietly followed Ming Wancheng, and helped her share some shopping bags when she couldn't take things down.

Seeing them walking towards the next kiosk, Qing Huan didn't move.

She scanned the children's toys in front of her, and said to the boss, "Get me one of each."

The boss opened his eyes in surprise: "Do you want one for all?"

"Ah."

The boss glanced at Ming Wancheng who was going away, and said with a smile, "Are you a company that buys gifts for employees?"

"No," Qing Huan shook her head, her eyebrows and eyes curved, with countless tenderness, "I only give it to one person."

"Oh—" The boss looked clear, "It must be for the little baby at home to play with!"

Qing Huan laughed so hard that her shoulders trembled, noncommittal.

While the few people were walking, the rain was getting heavier and stronger, and there was a gust of wind. A small umbrella could no longer properly protect people.The wind and the rain flew obliquely under the umbrella, and it didn't take long for most of the pants to be wet.

Originally, Cheng wanted to go to Datang Everbright City tomorrow night to see the little tumbler lady who had been popular for a while, but with the rain like this, it is estimated that they will not come out to perform.Seeing that the weather was getting worse and worse, the three had no choice but to go back home.

It was already eight o'clock when we got back to the hotel.

The three of them were in a bit of a mess, and their shoes were almost completely soaked. After getting out of the car, they didn't care about exchanging greetings. After saying goodbye in a hurry, they went back to their rooms to tidy themselves up.

Qing Huan was carrying a large bag of souvenir toys, her long curly hair was sticking to her temples wetly, whether it was rain or sweat.She took out her mobile phone to check the time again. It was indeed eight o'clock, that's right, eight o'clock... I don't know if it's night or not?

She always remembered that when she said goodbye to Nan Yang, she asked Nan Yang when she would come back, and Nan Yang said, "Night."

Could that person have returned?

She imagined the joy that would appear on Nan Yang's face when she saw this small gadget, the corners of her lips could not stop rising, her heart was full of anticipation, she swiped the door with the room card, and she was ready to talk to the people inside Ready to say hello.

When the door was opened, it was pitch black.

When they left, they drew the blackout curtains, and the little bit of clarity of the night scene outside the window was also cut off.The empty room, what it was like when I left, is still what it is now, even the position of the disposable slippers placed at the door has not changed.

The arc of Qing Huan's lips froze.After a long time, the smoldering smile gradually disappeared. She lowered her eyes, entered the room quietly, put her things on the ground, and sat on the corner of the bed by herself.

It turns out... eight o'clock is not night.

She twisted her fingers, as if a hole had been dug out in her heart, and she felt cold in the air.

The "evening" in Nan Yang's heart, what is it that is going to be late?

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With wet hair and clothes, Sun Xuxue anxiously paced back and forth outside the emergency room.

She originally planned to follow Nanyang to Haojing, but Nanyang told her to go to Bayu first, and there would not be a two-day delay here.She really shouldn't have listened to the old ancestor so much, she should have stuck to the old ancestor's side. She knew that the old ancestor's illness was so serious, but she still let the old ancestor stay in Haojing for so long.She simply hated herself.

And, this time the situation was worse than ever.According to the doctor, the blood that Nan Yang bleed after she collapsed at the entrance of the hospital flowed down the steps in front of the gate to the flower bed.

This was no longer something she could handle alone. She immediately notified her grandfather and Uncle Mei. Mei Zhongli and Sun Guohui immediately contacted the hospital to block the news after hearing about it, and set off for Haojing. They should be there soon.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Mei Zhongli and Sun Guohui to rush over.

Sun Xuxue roughly explained the story to them, but she was young and could not speak fluently when she was in a hurry.The door of the emergency room opened suddenly, the doctor looked tired, and Mei Zhongli stopped him to ask about the situation before he could take two steps.

"She lost a lot of blood. We have mobilized all the matching blood in the blood bank, and are now asking for help from the nearest hospital. Don't worry, her life is not in danger."

The doctor knew the background of the person lying inside, and Nan Yang was now considered a public figure. After the hospital recognized that the person lying in a pool of blood was the famous Mei family's young master, they hurriedly sent him to the emergency room. The top doctors in the hospital came to diagnose.They knew that Mei Zhongli would come sooner or later, so they didn't dare to slack off.

"When did she faint in the hospital?" Sun Guohui asked with a frown.

The doctor thought for a while and said, "About five o'clock in the afternoon."

"It's already ten o'clock in the evening," Sun Guohui glanced at the watch on his wrist, "It's been so long, and she still hasn't woken up?"

The doctor shook his head, "Not only did he not wake up, but the blood was still flowing. We couldn't find the cause, and it didn't look like hemophilia. Now we can only keep giving her blood transfusions to ensure that she won't die from shock. .”

The faces of Mei Zhongli and Sun Guohui were instantly solemn.

"Excuse me, please send enough blood bags, it doesn't matter how much it costs."

"I see."

After seeing off the doctor, they waved and asked Sun Xuxue to walk to a secluded corner together.

"In the past, when our ancestors got sick, people have recorded the frequency and duration." Sun Guohui held the cold radiator by the wall, his old fingers were trembling. "Before she came back from Australia, she never fainted when she got sick." The other way around. Ever since she got married to Zhu Yatou, things have become abnormal. Her attack in Zangzuo Film and Television City was the first time she fainted in the past 3000 years. I told you at that time I didn't expect this problem to become more and more serious now, the first time I just fainted for half an hour, and the time of fainting became longer and longer, until now, I didn't wake up for a full five hours."

"I have studied the secret volume of forbidden techniques," Mei Zhongli said with a solemn face, "Unfortunately, I don't remember it clearly."

"Maybe it's because this is No. 90 IX," Sun Guohui sighed, "Forbidden Art only said that the ancestor could live to No. 90 IX, but it didn't say that she could live to No. 90 IX We all know that if you want to use the forbidden technique, you have to die the way your lover died first. The ancestor died once. In the past 3000 years, her body is equivalent to an empty shell. In addition to the state of eternal life, it is just a container for pain."

"This is a fact that the descendants of all generations have understood. To put it bluntly, the ancestor has been no different from a dead person for 3000 years. Only after Zhu girl recovers her memory can her body return to a normal state of birth, old age, sickness and death, but... "

"Obviously, the old ancestor's body is rapidly weakening now. She has more and more frequent attacks, and each time she bleeds and coma more and more. No one knows how much she can last with this empty shell. when."

After Sun Xuxue understood what they said, her face turned pale with fright, "What do you mean... If Zhu Zhu still can't recover his memory, the ancestor may just die... slowly like this?"

"Slowly dying?" Sun Guohui gave a wry smile, "Xuxue, it's not slowly dying. Maybe... on a certain ordinary day, she suddenly fell down, and then, she couldn't wake up again."