I, Qinghuan

For the wedding, is it a traditional Chinese style or a modern Western style?

Two hours before rushing to Bayu Airport, Nan Yang and Qing Huan had been discussing this issue. There was no difference between the two, but they both wavered a little. They thought they were both good and couldn't let go.When I got on the plane, I didn't discuss any results. I was too involved in the conception, and for a while I forgot that the two good friends around me were still trapped in embarrassment.

After coming out of the hotpot restaurant, Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng hadn't spoken to each other, Qi Yi walked in front, Ming Wan Cheng and her staggered two positions, and followed silently at the end.Tomorrow night Cheng's expression is not too sad, even the corners of his lips are still smiling, but he is no longer so close to Qi Yi.

At first she approached Qi Yi only because she hadn't seen her for a long time, hundreds of years, and she missed her, so she instinctively wanted to get closer to her.After the meeting, she said without hesitation that she wanted Qi Yi to take care of her, and she was open and frank in her heart. If Qi Yi was willing, they could have a few dewy romances and enjoy the joy of bed.If they don't want to, they will be good friends and good sisters.If Qi Yi falls in love with her in the process of getting along, she will stay with her, if Qi Yi falls in love with someone else, she will distance herself from her, and watch her go through this life behind her like in the past 3000 years happy.

It's not like she didn't get anything, at least, she has a rogue rabbit doll caught in a crane machine, and a bunch of tutorial books that Qi Yi personally corrected.

She didn't feel sorry for herself, she just couldn't continue to love her openly in the past few decades. There are still many beautiful things in this world, and she can still walk in the sun calmly and love everything in the world wantonly.

Loving someone and waiting for someone is of course very important to persevere.But during the years of waiting, she also has other things she wants to do. Her life should not be limited to one thing, one scene, or one person.

In a sense, Nan Yang is the complete opposite of her.

Nanyang's 3000 years have always been stuck on that one person.

Neither of them is right or wrong, neither is good or bad, each of them has their own desires.Nan Yang is pure and Ming Wan Cheng is open-minded. Whether it is pure or open-minded, it is very rare to be able to insist on oneself all the time.

Cheng walked out tomorrow night, and the one who couldn't walk out became Qi Yi.

The most unpredictable thing for Qi Yi is that she apparently abandoned Ming Wancheng on the surface, and she was the one who chose to get married, but she was always trapped in struggle and anxiety.She couldn't even figure out what she was struggling with.

The plane was booked by the program group, and the staff of the entire group calculated that it was almost full.The guests were placed in the first-class cabin, and the journey took three hours, and a time zone was switched in the middle, with a time difference of one hour.It is already midnight, and everyone will arrive in Bangkok after sleeping under blankets for a while.

Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan sat in the first row, Nan Yang and Qing Huan sat in the second row, and behind them were Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng.The air pressure in the front row and the back row was quite low, but it didn't affect the mood of Nan Yang and Qing Huan. Qing Huan looked at pictures of wedding dresses on her mobile phone, carefully selected some exquisite styles, and showed Nan Yang one by one.Nan Yang watched all the way quietly, and then spit out a sentence:

"They don't all look the same."

"Where is it, short skirts and long skirts, wrap skirts and cake skirts, strapless and non-shoulder, backless and backless, with veil and without veil, how can this be the same?" Qing Huan suppressed her voice Sighing, "Master, you are really..."

Nan Yang pursed her lips, looked at Qing Huan's phone carefully, and said, "I don't choose, the white one is fine."

"Wedding dresses are only white." Qing Huan reluctantly took back her phone, "Well then, I'll pick it out, and Master will just wear it obediently when the time comes. If you don't want to pick it now, I'll bring you the wedding dress later. Now, don't think that my choice is not good-looking."

"Ah."

Nan Yang took out his Kindle and clicked on a famous book to read.Qing Huan looked at her Kindle from the corner of her eye, and thought of the letter she saw in the interlayer of the protective case before, and her heart skipped a beat.

Ever since I met Nan Yang in this life, Nan Yang has been holding this Kindle, which seems to be carried with him all year round.She just put the most painful memories in her personal belongings, as if she wanted to expose her scars all the time.

"Master has been carrying my suicide note?" Qing Huan asked in a very shallow tone.

"This is something you left me, of course I want to take it with me." Nan Yang closed the Kindle, picked it up and shook it with Qing Huan, and took the initiative to talk about the past, "In ancient times, I used it with silver Put the tickets together in your purse. During the period of the Republic of China, when wars were raging, they were sewn into the skirt of the cheongsam. Now that the era is peaceful, I just put it here, and sometimes when I am tired from reading, it is convenient to take it out and miss you.”

Qing Huan felt that she wanted to cry again, suppressed the soreness of her nose, and smiled lightly like a cover-up: "Then what does Master think about when he reads my suicide note?"

Nan Yang pondered for a moment, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and her voice was calm: "I was thinking, if only I could hear you say these words to me with my own ears, it would be great."

Qing Huan's eyelashes trembled.

Nan Yang paused, and continued: "After you left, I always miss you very much. When I miss you, I take out the suicide note and read it. After reading it, I will think, if I can hear you read it with my own ears It would be great to say these words, your temperature is in the words, but this kind of temperature is imaginary after all, imaginary things will always be smoothed out, but the real voice is not smoothed out. "

Qing Huan bit her lip, and after a while, asked very softly: "Is this why you chose to record a voice will instead of writing a paper one?"

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, was silent for a moment, and hummed briefly.

Qing Huan pinched her index finger unwillingly and stared at her, as if she wanted to hear more explanations.

Nan Yang hooked her lips, looked at Qing Huan softly, and held her hand back.

"I think, if I really die, maybe you, like me, want to hear my voice."

Qing Huan's eyes blurred.

Her tenderness and consideration for her are not only down to the property certificate of each house in the will, the brand and model of each car, the fillet of each asset, but also down to the form of carrying the will.She seems to wish to turn all love into honey, scoop it into pulp, and apply it painstakingly in every gift given to her.

She even gave her the right to dispose of the remains.

3000 years ago, Qing Huan said to her, cremate me to ashes, and take the ashes with you.

After 3000 years, she said to Qinghuan, my body belongs to you.

It was too much torture to carry the ashes with me.Burying the body in the ground, I miss it too much.If she doesn't know what to do, hand over the choice.

You want me to be with you, and I will always be with you.You want me to rest in peace, and I will rest forever.

In Qing Huan's incompletely recovered memory, Nan Yang always treats her lightly, smiles lightly, and blames her lightly.She always thought that 3000 years ago, Nan Yang didn't love her that much, maybe it was because this person was too boring and didn't like to talk, even if he did something, he would never take the initiative to ask for credit.But thinking about it now, Nan Yang's love has never been less than hers.

In other words, there will be no one in this world who loves Nan Yang more deeply.

This kind of cold woman is like this. She doesn't easily allow others to enter her world, but once that person walks in, she will be forever etched in her heart for the rest of her life.How lucky she was to walk into the world of this woman beside her and become her only one in 3000 years.

If it weren't for being on the plane right now, Qing Huan would have pushed Nan Yang onto the bed and kissed her well.

Especially when you want to kiss someone, your eyes won't lie.Nan Yang noticed that Qing Huan was staring straight at her, which was frighteningly burning. She couldn't help but sit back a little, and glanced at the people in front and behind.

"What is Master afraid of?" Qing Huan smiled softly, the corners of her eyes were red.

I'm afraid you will pounce on me.

Of course Nan Yang wouldn't say that.

Qing Huan restrained the emotion in her eyes, raised Nan Yang's arm, leaned over and rubbed her white shirt, "Go to sleep, you will be in Bangkok when you wake up."

"Ah."

Nan Yang raised his hand to touch Qing Huan's curly hair, and closed his eyes.

The two snuggled up and slept together for a while.

After the plane entered the stratosphere, Qinghuan woke up vaguely in the middle of the night, wanting to go to the bathroom, carefully let go of Nan Yang, took off her seat belt and walked towards the bathroom.

There was someone in the bathroom, and she waited outside for a while. Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Ming Wan Cheng stepped halfway inside, still clutching the doorknob, with a little surprise in his eyes: "Hey, Master also goes to the bathroom?"

"Well, yes." Qing Huan smiled gently.

"Then you go, I'll go back first." Ming Wancheng nodded.

She only took two steps, but Qing Huan stopped her again: "Ah Cheng, wait."

Cheng turned around tomorrow night, "What's wrong?"

Qing Huan leaned against the bathroom door, looked around, and after confirming that there was no one there, said, "Shall we chat?"

"Aren't you here to go to the toilet? Are you in no hurry?" Cheng Mingming teased her naturally as before.

"No rush." ​​Qing Huan changed her posture and stood, thinking for a moment, "Well... I just want to ask, you and Xiao Yi, are you still..."

"Didn't she say that she has already decided to get married?" Cheng Cheng leaned against the wall opposite Qing Huan tomorrow night, the corners of his lips slightly curled up, "She and I are not lovers, just partners. She When I was single, I could cling to her as I wanted, now that she has a fiancé, I will definitely keep a distance from her in the future. Don't worry, Master, I'm fine. "

Qing Huan pondered for a moment, then sighed: "Well, if you really have something to do, you must tell me and your ancestor, we are all your elders, and we will definitely help you."

"I'm not as fragile as you think." Ming Wan Cheng smiled and waved his hands, "Only a die-hard person like my ancestor would watch you wait silently for decades after you marry someone else. I also Don’t be as stubborn as her. I love many things. My sister is just one of the many things I love. If I can’t wait for her in this life, then I will wait for her in the next life. During this period, there are so many things I want to play. And the scenery I watched, I am very satisfied to be able to participate in a variety show with her this time. Master, I am really not greedy."

Qing Huan's idea of ​​tomorrow night Cheng was a bit unexpected, she thought that a girl like Ah Cheng who always put her emotions on the surface, would cry for a while when the person she liked got married, but she didn't expect that she would be so free and easy.

What a free soul.

"Have you ever thought that maybe Xiao Yi also likes you a little bit?" Qing Huan asked cautiously.

Mingwan Cheng tilted his head and thought for a while, then smiled again.

"Master, she has already made a choice, why do you have to make such assumptions with me. You really don't have to worry about my affairs. With this time, you might as well think about the past, the old ancestor still has a knot in his heart that has not been opened. .”

Qing Huan was taken aback.

"……Knot?"

"Well," Ming Wancheng nodded, "It's not just her, if you really recover all your memories, you will also have your knots."