I, Qinghuan

Really willing to go all over again?

Nan Yang asked himself in his heart, but he was not sure.Of course she hoped that Qing Huan could remember the sweet memories between them, but at the same time she was also afraid that she would remember the unbearable past.She had killed Qing Huan's whole family, and almost killed Qing Huan who was three years old at the time. How should Qing Huan think of her when she remembered this episode?Maybe she forgave herself back then, but after thousands of years, when she recalled that tragic scene, can she really be innocent?

Qing Huan noticed that Nan Yang's mood was inexplicably depressed, so she shook her hand, turned her head to look at her eyes covered by drooping eyelashes, "What's the matter, Master?"

As soon as she called Master, Nan Yang's erratic heart fell down, like a person who fell from a high altitude panicked and suddenly fell onto the soft big cushion with a "poof".

I'll leave the rest for later, no matter what, now she's calling herself Master.

A single title is enough to make her happy for many days.

"It's okay, let's have breakfast." Nan Yang adjusted her expression and reached for the chopsticks on the bedside table.

Her hands were wrapped in gauze, and her wrists were bruised and purple from the needles. Of course, Qing Huan couldn't watch her eat by herself.Before she touched the chopsticks, Qing Huan picked up the chopsticks first, picked up a piece of fried dough sticks and handed them to her mouth.

"Master, open your mouth."

Nan Yang is still not used to her calling him master, and he heard it countless times 3000 years ago.Maybe it's really been too long, and she hasn't been able to get used to it yet. Now every time she hears Qing Huan calling like this, her heart seems to be out of control, and her chest is pounding wildly.

actually……

Shy about being called.

She lowered her eyes, avoided Qing Huan's gaze, and focused on the fried dough sticks on her mouth.

The deep-fried dough sticks were not long after frying, and they were oily and crispy, and they made a crackling sound when biting into them, and the corners of the lips and chin were covered with oil stains.She chewed slowly with her mouth puffed up. The deep-fried dough sticks were too crispy, and a lot of small dross stuck to her lower lip. As soon as she chewed, those small dregs fell onto the pure white sheet like rain.

Qing Huan took the paper, swept off the small scum on the quilt, held the paper under Nan Yang's chin, and sighed: "How do you eat and still leak."

Nan Yang shook his head with a mouthful of fried dough sticks in his mouth, and said vaguely, "I didn't..."

"Okay, stop shaking," Qing Huan held the napkin and chased after her shaking her head, "The more you shake it, the more it will fall."

So Nan Yang stopped there docilely, didn't move any more, and ate the deep-fried dough sticks upright.Qing Huan helped her pick up the trash with one hand, and fed her with chopsticks with the other, just like taking care of a child, all she had to do was tie a drool bag for her.

"In ancient times, did Master live like this and couldn't take care of himself?" Qing Huan stuffed a new mouthful of fried dough sticks into her mouth.

After chewing and swallowing carefully, Nan Yang replied, "I have no life and can't take care of myself."

How can you use the word "I can't take care of myself" to describe the majestic master?

At most... it can be regarded as "non-human fireworks".

But in fact, for a lord like her who stretches out his hands to eat and opens his mouth, the words "do not eat the fireworks of the world" are basically equivalent to "cannot take care of oneself".

"Do you want soy milk?" Qing Huan finished feeding a whole fried dough stick, picked up the disposable plastic cup filled with soy milk, stuck it in with a straw, and handed it to Nan Yang's mouth.

"Ah."

Nan Yang held the straw in his mouth and took a sip defenselessly.

The moment Qing Huan saw the white soy milk pouring into the transparent straw, she heard a "hiss—" gasp, and then Nan Yang quickly turned her head away, her brows and eyes were wrinkled, and she was burned red His tongue sticks out a little, his teeth clenched on his lips.

"It's hot?" Qing Huan hurriedly put down the soy milk, leaned over and pinched her chin and twisted it to look.

I was really burned, and a very, very obvious blister appeared on the tip of my tongue.

"you……"

Qing Huan just wanted to say a few words, but after thinking about it, she couldn't bear to say it again.In the past, when she fed water or drinks to Nan Yang, she had to cool them down and test the temperature with her lips and tongue before passing them to her. It was she who gave her the habit of not testing the temperature, so what could I blame her for?

She called the nurse, and the nurse helped to look at it. The burn was a little serious, and the mucous membrane blistered was not a trivial matter.The nurse came over with some medicine and told me to spray it on time every few hours, not to eat messy things, just drink some liquid food carefully for a few days, and it will be much better when the bubble disappears.

After the nurse left, Nan Yang sat blankly with her tongue stuck out, and Qing Huan took a magazine as a fan to fan her tongue, so that the medicine on it would dry up earlier.

With her mouth open all the time, the corners of her lips inevitably overflowed with saliva. While going to get the paper, Qing Huan thought to herself, it seems that she really has to make a saliva bag for Nan Yang.

"How old is Master?" Qing Huan pressed the corner of Nan Yang's lips with a piece of paper, and asked jokingly.

Nan Yang thought for a moment, and answered seriously: "Calculated carefully, it should be more than 500 years old."

Qing Huan tapped her fingertips.

More than 500 years old? ? ?

She was in a daze, and Nan Yang's age changed from 35 to 3500 in her cognition, which was really a big impact.She had thought that Nan Yang was really old, but she didn't expect it to be so old.

Doubling is not like this. Two zeros are directly added after the age of the ID card. Who can stand it?

Nan Yang saw Qing Huan's eyes widen instantly, with the tip of his tongue sticking out, and he spoke vaguely: "You... think I'm old?"

"No, I don't think you're old," Qing Huan said in amazement, "I'm just surprised that you have lived for more than 500 years, and you will be scalded like this by a mere cup of soy milk, Master, the respected person from 3000 years ago Is the Lord as stupid as you?"

Nan Yang frowned: "Nonsense."

Because she kept sticking out her tongue, when she opened her mouth, the tip of her tongue was sticky with saliva at the corner of her lips. Qing Huan wiped it for her with a paper, and smiled helplessly: "Master, stop talking, you are drooling when you talk now."

Nan Yang tightened her fingers resting on the quilt.She never expected that her image would be completely ruined by a small cup of soy milk.

It's...indecent.

While the two of them were having breakfast, a call came from the program team, asking about Nanyang's situation.

When Nan Yang was sent off the train, she looked miserable, with blood all over her body. At that time, both Qing Huan and Sun Xuxue felt that she was really dying, and cried one by one. Everyone thought that she really had a very serious baby. very serious illness.At that time, Nan Yang's situation was indeed serious, and he was indeed on the verge of life and death, but he didn't know what happened, and now it's almost fine, except for the blister on his tongue, he seems to be a healthy and normal person .

Now that she was back to normal, the program team was relieved, and the PD cheekily asked them when it was convenient for them to return to the car and continue recording.

Qi Yi and Ming Wan Cheng are still waiting for them in the car, and the journey is still going on.

Qing Huan meant not to record for now, she didn't want Nan Yang to run around outside at the risk.Nan Yang said that she was getting better, and she still wanted to go abroad with Qing Huan.

Without the threat of death, she is now relaxed and there is nothing more fascinating than going on a trip with her wife and friends.

Qing Huan reluctantly agreed, and said to her: "Then you have to promise me, if you feel any discomfort, you must tell me, don't bear it alone, sneak away to smoke or something."

Nan Yang sticks out half of her scalded tongue and nods meekly.

Seeing her like this, Qing Huan looked pitiful and funny, and her voice softened a lot: "It's not that you can't smoke. If you really want to smoke, I will smoke with you. But before your tongue recovers, don't smoke, okay?"

"can."

Nan Yang answered vaguely.

In fact, it’s okay not to smoke, anyway, she didn’t smell anything last time, she just felt choking and bitter.

The program team considered that Nanyang was seriously ill after all, so they didn't tell them to go back immediately, but told them to rest for half a day, take the high-speed train to Boryeong Station in the afternoon, and meet them after the train of the program team arrived at Boryeong Station.

Both of them were very tired, so they lay down on the hospital bed and slept together.

The sleeping Nan Yang was still sticking out her tongue, Qing Huan looked at her dimly, thinking she was like a snow-white rabbit.

Closing her eyes, exhaustion swept over in an instant, she arched her head and found a comfortable position in Nan Yang's arms, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Sleeping during the day is the easiest to dream.

Qing Huan had another dream here.

This time, in the dream, there was no fighting, killing and parting, only a quiet plum garden full of fragrant plums.

In the dream, she didn't seem to be very tall, her limbs were not sprained, her palms were small and soft, and she was holding a small wooden sword, slashing back and forth greenly.Not far away, a woman in white was sitting idle, leaning on the curved trunk of a plum tree to read a book, and looked up at her who was practicing sword from time to time, without any emotion in her eyes.

After she finished stabbing with the sword, she realized that she had made a wrong move, and scratched her head in confusion.Nan Yang, who was reading, put down the book and waved to her: "Come here."

So she walked over obediently, lowered her head, not daring to look at Nan Yang.

"hand."

Nan Yang picked up a ruler on the stone platform and motioned for her to stretch out her hand.

Knowing that she was going to be beaten again, she cried out in grievance, and stretched out her hand tremblingly: "Master, Master, please be gentle, it hurts so much."

Nan Yang paused, put down the ruler, and looked at the red and swollen little palm.After a while, her slender fingers covered the little hand, pulled it closer, and hugged the child on her lap.

Nan Yang hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her immature shoulder, grasping her little red hand with thin white fingers, pressing his thumb in the red mark on the palm to massage gently.After a while, Xiao Qinghuan peeped out of the corner of her eyes that the woman on her shoulders pursed her lips slightly, and then, cool air blew over from her shoulders, stroking her burning palm lines.

"Does it still hurt?" A soft voice came from beside my ear.

"It hurts!" She nodded vigorously, "If you want Master, it won't hurt anymore."

Children are like this. When they are in pain or tired, they need to be hugged by adults to get better.

Nan Yang smiled, picked up the child in his arms and turned her around, making her sit facing him.Looking at those big eyes full of expectation, her slender hands squeezed the small palms, as if holding a rare treasure, lowered her head, her eyelashes swept across the child's fleshy wrist, and gently kissed her palm.