I, Qinghuan

"Old Ancestor..." Tomorrow night, Cheng became at a loss. What she endured was different from Nan Yang. She only had five visceral pains, while Nan Yang had a lot of blood every time besides heart pain. She didn't know what to do. Do, "I'll call Xu Xue over right away!"

Nan Yang half-dozed, his pupils slid to the corners of his eyes, glanced at Ming Wan Cheng's anxious expression, and said softly, "No need."

"Can you make it through?" Tomorrow night Cheng was very worried. He was still recording the show, and he had to go back to the table to face the camera in a while.

"……fine."

Nan Yang used her inner breath to forcibly control her body that was about to collapse. The blood was suffocated in the body and could not be released. The pain began to bite back. Apart from the tearing sensation from the heart, every inch of her skin began to hurt sharply. She didn't dare to open her eyes to look, for fear that when she looked again, those skins would be torn into pieces like the cracked earth after a long drought.

The last time it happened was just two days ago.

In the past 3000 years, the frequency of her attack was about once a month, and there may be a difference of a few days, but it will definitely not be as frequent as it is now.The collapse of the body again and again seems to indicate something, she can feel this kind of omen, she understands better than anyone else, even if she can survive this time by chance, after the next time she falls down, she may really never wake up coming.

The end of the road.

Nan Yang thought, as the patriarch of Ming Wancheng, he should tell her about this, lest she be overwhelmed by such a situation when the princess is 99th.She told Cheng Mingwan in as concise a language as possible that since No.90 IX could not recover their memories, they would most likely die of premature exhaustion.

After listening to Cheng Cheng tomorrow night, his first reaction was not what to do, but the current situation of Nanyang.

"Old Ancestor, what do you mean, your body is seriously exhausted now?" Tomorrow night Cheng's eyes were full of surprise, "How could this happen?! You, you have only been married to Master for such a short time, how, how did you become the person you are now? What does it look like? How could it be like this?"

Yes, after waiting for 3000 years, in exchange for just a few months of staying together, how could you treat them like this?

"Mei Zhongli and the others can't find a way to restore Master's memory?" Cheng Cheng is so anxious that he will cry tomorrow night, "Can we just wait for her to think about it? If she can't remember , we just watch you die like this?? There’s really nothing we can do? It’s impossible, Patriarch, is it impossible?”

Nan Yang didn't speak, and wiped off the blood stains on his lips with a tissue, folded them up carefully, and held them in his hands.

No matter how Cheng Cheng interrogates tomorrow night, the facts are there.

No one knows what is the opportunity for Qing Huan to recover her memory.In other words, no one in this world knows what is the opportunity for No.90 IX to recover his memory under this forbidden technique.They have no predecessors to turn to for help, because throughout the ages, there is only one person who can wait for their lover for 99 lives without giving up or changing their minds.

"go back."

Nan Yang rolled up the blood-stained toilet paper, turned a little outside, and threw it into the trash can.

Tomorrow night, Cheng chased after him and wanted to say something more, but there were passers-by walking around in the aisle on the other side, and there were also fans staring curiously at this side from a distance.Fortunately, that place was sealed off by the program group just now, otherwise if someone listened to it, I'm afraid it would cause another trouble.Tomorrow night, Cheng realized that no amount of words would be appropriate to continue talking here, so he held back all the words and followed Nan Yang back with a complicated expression.

When Nan Yang passed by the sink, he washed his face carefully to prevent any bloody smell from remaining on it.

When they went back, everyone had almost eaten, the artists had developed the habit of eating half full, and Qi Yi was not a glutton.Nan Yang didn't sit, and asked Qing Huan directly if she wanted to go back to the sleeper car.

Qing Huan was a little worried about her, "You didn't take a few bites just now, why don't you eat more?"

"I have no appetite."

Nan Yang lowered her eyes and took Qing Huan's hand.

Although she said she had no appetite, when she left, Qing Huan asked the program crew to pack a meal to keep her from waking up hungry in the middle of the night.When I was talking to PD, I specifically asked for sweet dishes without garlic.

Tomorrow night, Cheng and Qi Yi walked around, and they sat on the lower bunk and chatted for a long time.

Nan Yang didn't speak all the time, looked at the meal that Qing Huan brought back on the table, opened it silently after a while, took chopsticks and started eating.

Tomorrow night, Cheng secretly looked over there, and Nan Yang kept frowning while eating. She could tell that Nan Yang couldn't eat at all because of the pain in his body, and he had to chew for a long time before he could barely swallow a bite of food.Still, she forced herself to eat the entire portion of the meal.

Just to keep Master Qinghuan from worrying.

Tomorrow night, Cheng's heart hurts like it's clenched.

Qi Yi noticed that Cheng hadn't spoken for a long time tomorrow night, and touched her shoulder suspiciously: "Ah Cheng, what's wrong?"

"I, I want to go back and make papers."

Tomorrow night, Cheng casually told a lie, she thought, it would be better to leave all the time for the master and the ancestor to be alone.Perhaps for the current ancestors, one more minute of solitude is commendable.

"It's rare that you are so sensible," Qi Yi was quite pleased, and turned to Qing Huan and said, "Then let's go first."

"See you tomorrow." Qing Huan waved to Qi Yi and Ming Wan Cheng.

It was already 08:30 in the evening, and they were quite tired today. The program team did not send any new games over, leaving a VJ squatting for shooting, and other staff also went to rest.

Liuliu in the opposite shop seemed to like Nan Yang very much, and kept secretly staring at Nan Yang, and even took out some snacks and handed them over cautiously.Nan Yang glanced at it, but didn't reach out to pick it up, but said four words lightly: "No, thank you."

Qinghuan helped her pick it up, and smiled and took a handful of candy as a gift to Liuliu. Liuliu was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut for a long time.She originally only had a crush on Nanyang, but because of Qinghuan's politeness and kindness, she immediately became a CP fan of the two of them.

"Are you tired?" Qing Huan leaned over, approached Nan Yang, and raised her hand to help her brush the broken hair on her sideburns.

Nan Yang nodded: "A little bit."

"Then why don't you sleep for a while, I just sit at the end of the bed and don't squeeze you."

Nan Yang shook his head, stretched out his hand silently to embrace Qing Huan, and let her lean into his arms.She was sitting leaning against the head of the bed, and when Qing Huan came over, the two of them were intimately stacked together, and the shadows on the wall were piled up into a ball.

Nan Yang would never treat her like this in public, Qing Huan was a little surprised, and instinctively wanted to get up, but Nan Yang's fingers were covering her back, and he pressed her tightly, preventing her from moving.

"Why?" Qing Huan squeezed Nan Yang's waist with very little force, her face was pressed against the white shirt on her shoulders, and she could feel the cold skin inside through the fabric.

Nan Yang lowered his head, closed his eyes and buried the tip of his nose into the enchanting curly hair. A muffled voice came from the hair: "Hug me."

Qing Huan couldn't help but smiled, and stretched out her arms to hug Nan Yang's waist, "Aren't you afraid that others will see it?"

Nan Yang didn't push her away as reservedly as usual, and she didn't even have red ears. She just tightened her arms around Qing Huan's back and said softly, "Just watch, I don't care anymore."

"What's wrong today? Which tendon is wrong?" Qing Huan smiled and scratched her waist quietly.

"...I just want to hug you."

"Okay, hold, hold."

Qing Huan wraps her waist lovingly.

The two hugged and whispered for a while, and after a while, Qing Huan changed to lying sideways in Nan Yang's arms, reading the script of his next play.It stands to reason that Nan Yang should use her Kindle or game console to pass the time at this moment, but she didn't do anything, just hugged Qing Huan, and put her eyes on Qing Huan's face lightly, as if she couldn't see enough.

Some passers-by were secretly looking at them, covering their mouths and smiling at them, but once the novelty wore off, they didn't bother to look any further. Everyone was ordinary people, each with their own busy business.

Before I knew it, it was ten o'clock in the evening. At 09:30, the lights in the car were turned off, and the VJ filmed a few shots after the lights went out.After it got dark, Qing Huan pulled away the quilt and lay down holding Nan Yang.

The hard sleeper bed was so narrow that neither of them could lie side by side even if they were a little bit fatter.The bed was too narrow so that they had to cling to each other, and the length of a pillow could not fit two heads properly. They were too close, and their breaths were all intertwined, which was even more disturbing than kissing.

Liuliu, who is on the opposite bed, is already asleep. Looking at her through the bottom of the table, you can still see her half-open mouth and slightly rolled-up eyelids when she was sleeping.

Qing Huan tried her best to control her breathing, staggering her exhalation from Nan Yang, so that the air between the two would not be too hot.She pulled the quilt, covered Nan Yang's shoulders, and asked in a low voice: "Do you feel uncomfortable when you cover this kind of public quilt?"

"It's not hard."

"Don't you think it's a bit dirty?" Qing Huan deliberately teased her, "Maybe it was overshadowed by others."

Nan Yang's lips twitched slightly, "It's okay."

What she said was not "not dirty", but "it's okay", which meant that she really felt that the quilt was a little dirty, but at this moment, she didn't care about it at all.In other words, it was because there was someone who cared more in front of him.

Qing Huan stroked Nan Yang's hair, glanced at Liuliu who was sleeping soundly across the way, and then raised his eyes to look at the handsome young man playing with his mobile phone in the middle bunk across the way.After making sure that no one was paying attention to them, she leaned forward, the tip of her nose touched Nan Yang's, and kissed her very lightly.

The train is passing through the tunnel, and with the sound of rumbling wheels, a few stars of orange-yellow light in the tunnel outside the window quickly passed by, and the light spots swept across Nan Yang's face, and when they fell on her light brown eyes, they traced the cool pupils. It is like a piece of amber that has been precipitated for thousands of years.

In a place like the train, all the intimacy should be tasted, especially for a woman like Nan Yang who is too old-fashioned.Qing Huan knows this truth, so the kiss is also extremely shallow and restrained, the touch like a white horse passing through the gap is lighter than a mosquito splattering on the skin in autumn.

However, Nan Yang held her parted face.

After a while, the quilt was pulled up, covering their faces tightly.

In the darkness, Qing Huan felt the people around her push her forward, and her cool lips pressed tightly against hers.