I, Qinghuan

When these two words were called out, Qing Huan didn't find it strange, on the contrary, she felt a sense of relaxation all over her body.It was as if she had shouted this countless times, and now she just returned to the time she had forgotten a long time ago.

Nan Yang stared at her in shock, a layer of tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice was choked up when he spoke again, and the ups and downs of emotion in his tone didn't sound like what came out of her mouth at all:

"What do you remember?"

Qing Huan frowned and shook her head, "I... I don't know, I can't think clearly, I just know... I seem to have another past with you, but... how is this possible? No one in the world Yes...how could..."

Nan Yang tried his best to suppress his heart beating wildly because of the sound of "Master", and managed to capture a sliver of reason in his mind that was dazzled by joy.

Qing Huan hasn't recalled everything yet, it's just a sign, just a budding iceberg on the sea level.This sign is a good thing, but if you don’t handle it properly, it may become a bad thing. Not everyone can bear the process of completely collapsing and reshaping the worldview for more than 20 years.She expected that she could recall everything, but at the same time, she had to hold back her expectations, and she still had to wait, and wait patiently for her.

"I'm sorry..." Qing Huan frowned and pressed her temple, "I can't seem to call you by your name anymore, if I keep calling you Master from now on, will you find it strange?"

"No," Nan Yang looked at her through a layer of tears, stretched out his hand, and stroked her hair, his fingers and voice were trembling, "You should have said that."

Qing Huan pursed her lips and stared at Nan Yang for a long time.

"We do have another past, don't we?" she asked tremblingly.

Nan Yang was silent for a while, and when the tears in his eyes dried up and the strangeness in his voice was hidden, he spoke softly:

"Do you still remember that I once asked you, do you believe in reincarnation?"

Qing Huan opened her eyes wide, her pupils shaking slightly.

"If I say, there is me in every part of your past," Nan Yang raised his lips and looked at her tenderly, "Do you believe it?"

"You mean...we really had a previous life?"

"I've always been me, I haven't changed," Nan Yang shook his head, "It's you, you have had many past lives, and I... am the only one who has witnessed your reincarnation."

"I know these words sound ridiculous, but you believe me, I have not lost my mind, and I have not lied to you."

"You said that I behave like an old man, because I am indeed an ancient man. My appearance is not 35 years old, so my face is so different from the age on the ID card. I I love you so much when I just got married, it's not love at first sight, it's because I have always loved you so much. From ancient times to the present, I have been guarding you, and I have never been absent in every life of yours. "

"I didn't say it in the past because I was afraid that you would not be able to accept this fact, that you would find out that your wife is a monster who has lived for thousands of years, and that you would doubt the meaning of your own existence, so I have to wait until you discover it yourself. Now You have already discovered that although the memory has not been fully restored, from now on, as long as you ask, I will tell you the truth you want to hear."

Qing Huan pursed her lips, remained silent for a moment, and asked, "Then, who wrote you that letter behind your Kindle?"

Nan Yang twitched the finger holding the induction clip.

"...Did you see it?" Her voice was choked with sobs.

"Yeah." Qing Huan's yell was also choked with sobs.

Nan Yang looked at her deeply and didn't speak for a long time.After a while, he tremblingly spoke:

"Qing Huan, that's..."

After a pause, he finished with difficulty:

"It's... your suicide note."

A suicide note that made her wait willingly for 3000 years, the only relic left to her by her cruel heart.

After Qing Huan heard this, unexpectedly, she didn't turn pale with shock, nor was she entangled in pain. Instead, the light in her eyes instantly settled down, with tears still in her eyes, and a satisfied smile rose on her lips:

"...So that's really the case."

"Don't you think it's scary?" Nan Yang endured the soreness in the corners of his eyes, and his tone was soft as if he was reading a story to a child, "This world is different from what you imagined, and I am also different from what you imagined."

"I never thought you were different. You have always been the one I saw with my own eyes. You love candied haws, read books, and love me." Qinghuan smiled very relieved, "Looking at it now, maybe you just love I have eaten candied haws for many years, I have loved reading books for many years, and I have loved me for many, many years.”

Indeed, Nan Yang has always been such a pure person, so pure that no matter how many years of wind and frost can erode her heart, she loves one thing and one person, and she is firm and decisive until death.

"You... seem to accept it more calmly than I imagined, do you really have no doubts in your heart?" Nan Yang took her hand and squeezed it gently.

"Hmm..." Qing Huan tilted her head, "I don't know how to describe it to you, I have had some dreams that are both true and false, and I have always believed that in those dreams, you and I have really existed of."

"Dream?... What have you dreamed about?"

"I dreamed that you were wearing a white dress embroidered with dark patterns of white cranes, sitting on a very high seat, everyone knelt at your feet, and I knelt beside you. You are much colder than now, and now you are more or less colder. Smile at me, you in the dream never smile, and you always punish me for copying books, standing in the corner, and posting ancient books in the Zangshuge..."

Nan Yang's eyebrows twitched, "You...remember all these things?"

Qing Huan was a little confused, and blinked: "So, in the first life, you treated me pretty badly."

Nan Yang: "..."

"Did you really like me at that time?" Qing Huan lowered her head and spread her palms, "I remember, you even hit my palm with a ruler." She said, looking at Nan Yang puzzledly, " How can you bear to hit me?"

Nan Yang was stunned by the question, and was stunned for a moment, then replied in a wrong way: "I won't hit you now."

Qing Huan nodded: "Now you hit me, it's domestic violence, it's not allowed by law."

Nan Yang: "..."

"Qing Huan," Nan Yang grabbed Qing Huan's hand and held her hands together, "At that time you were my apprentice, you were young and naughty, and as your master, I was just teaching you."

"Oh..." Qing Huan's eyelashes fluttered up and down, and she pinched Nan Yang's right index finger with her backhand, and rubbed against the thin callus on the outside of her index finger, "Then, master won't teach me now?"

When Nan Yang heard her calling her master again, her heart softened, and her nose became sore again.

It has been 3000 years, and she has waited for 3000 years, and all she has been waiting for is this "Master".

Finally, the memory that was buried 3000 years ago was no longer a vain she insisted on alone.

"Why are you crying?" Qing Huan hurriedly took out a napkin and covered the tear that was about to fall from the corner of Nan Yang's eyes, "Crying if you don't let you hit me? Then...how about I go find a little girl?" Ruler, you hit lightly?"

Nan Yang leaned forward and hugged Qing Huan tightly into his arms. He didn't care that the needles on the inside of his wrists were piercing blood vessels. in her curls.

Qing Huan hugged her back, and could feel her grievance in her heart. Although her memories were still scattered and she didn't know how many years Nan Yang had been waiting for her, she seemed to understand Nan Yang's mood at the moment.Filled with guilt, she murmured in Nan Yang's ear: "I'm sorry, I... did I keep you waiting too long?"

The person in his arms didn't speak, but his shoulders shrugged.

"I will try my best to think about it. Maybe I can't remember all the past with you, but one day, I will remember it all." Qing Huan tightened her arms, lowered her eyes, and looked at the soft black hair wrapped around her wrist. Fa, "We may have been separated before, but no matter what kind of past events I remember, it will not affect my determination to go on with you in this life. I can feel that whether it is me before or now, I am I love you the same, I love you, Nan Yang. I love you, I really love you."

In the vicissitudes of life, things change and people change, but this sentence "I love you" has never changed through the ages.

There are some things that are too late to think about, but there is one thing that she firmly believes in.

She and her, from now on, from birth to death, cannot be separated for a moment.

The door of the ward was knocked suddenly, and Sun Xuxue's respectful voice came from outside:

"Old Ancestor, Zhuzhu, can I go in?"

Qing Huan patted Nan Yang's back and let her go.Nan Yang turned her head away, she didn't want her red eyes to appear in front of others, Qing Huan understood her arrogance, so she got up and went to the door, didn't ask Sun Xuxue to come in, only took the breakfast handed by Sun Xuxue.

Simple soy milk fritters, the heat has stained the thin plastic bag with mist.Carrying it to the bed, Qing Huan untied the tied knot, put it on the bedside table, and pushed it to Nan Yang's side.

"eat something."

Qing Huan broke off the disposable chopsticks, scraped them clean and handed them to Nan Yang.

Nan Yang didn't answer it, and looked down at his wrist where the needle was stuck. The needle had already burst out of the blood vessel, and it was bruised.Qing Huan also saw it, and was annoyed by her lack of awareness, so she put down her chopsticks and was about to ring the call bell, "I'll call the nurse to deal with it."

"It's okay." Nan Yang stopped her, lifted the tape by himself, and pulled out the needle neatly.

Qing Huan held her wrist and looked at it carefully, feeling extremely distressed.Nan Yang turned his hand over and didn't let her keep looking at it, so as not to make her feel more guilty.With a twist of the wrist, the warm body temperature swirled in the palm, Qing Huan keenly noticed a little difference.

"Your body temperature seems to be..." Qing Huan clenched her fingers, a little uncertain, "Is it a little higher than before?"

Nan Yang's skin has always been cold, his hands are cold, his feet are cold, his lips are cold, to put it bluntly, he looks like a dead person, and his body will only become hotter when he is in love on the bed.Now under this normal situation, the temperature on her hands was almost the same as her own.

"Is your physical condition really related to me?" She asked.

Nan Yang stopped hiding from her and nodded: "When you remember all the memories, my illness will be completely cured."

Qing Huan didn't understand.

"Qing Huan, no one can live for thousands of years," Nan Yang explained slowly, "I was just an ordinary master of the rivers and lakes in ancient times. Although we also cultivate Taoism, Taoism is not cultivating immortals. In our At that time, people kept a respectful distance from ghosts and gods. Therefore, if I want to go against the rules of heaven and pursue your reincarnation, I have to pay a little price. But fortunately, the price has an end, as long as you remember me, I It will gradually become a normal person." She said, she clenched Qing Huan's fingers tightly, "Just like this, you will slowly start to feel warm, and gradually, you will stop bleeding and pain."

Qing Huan listened to the mysterious and illusory words in her mouth, and it took a while to understand thoroughly. She was going through a process of constantly breaking her original worldview, which was a little difficult, but it was not unacceptable.Especially when she realized that Nan Yang's past illnesses were all related to her memory, she couldn't help feeling guilty, and couldn't help feeling guilty.

How did Nan Yang endure it?

Before that, she hid it so well that she didn't even know that she was suffering so much every time.They have slept together in the same bed for so long, and she is so nervous that she is always afraid to participate in Nanyang's private affairs too much. It is called respect, but it turns out that what Nanyang needs most is her own "" Disrespect".If she could tear off Nan Yang's disguise earlier, even if she couldn't remember everything right away, at least she could be with her and hug her when she was in pain.

Nan Yang noticed Qing Huan's self-blame, and she didn't know how to coax her, so she just said, "Don't worry, just think about it slowly. At least everything is developing for the better now, which is already very good."

"You didn't hide it from me this time?" Qing Huan pursed her lips, "Is it going to get better and better in the future?"

"Really," Nan Yang nodded, "I can feel that my body is improving. In the past few years, my body has never been as healthy as it is today."

Qing Huan lowered her head and gave a muffled hum.

"You can recall those past events slowly, don't force yourself, you can ask me anytime if you can't figure it out, and I will recall with you." Nan Yang's voice became deeper and deeper, "If you don't mind, I am willing to share with you Together, let's go through the story of the year again."