I, Qinghuan

Qing Huan asked a few more questions, but Tomorrow Night Cheng would not reveal anything more, only saying that these problems can only be left to them to think about and solve slowly, and she can't intervene.

Since Cheng said that tomorrow night, Qing Huan didn't continue to ask, and chatted a few more words, and the two went to their own things.

Three hours is too fast, especially in the middle of the night, when everyone is still asleep, it feels like they were woken up by the broadcast not long after they closed their eyes.The people on the radio spoke Mandarin strangely, and it sounded like Chinese was not her mother tongue, but she was quite fluent when broadcasting in Thai.When everyone got off the plane, two stewardesses with distinctive Southeast Asian looks stood at the door of the cabin, clasped their palms together and said "Sawadika" to everyone.

Finally, they came to the land of Bangkok.

Thailand is very hot, not quite the same as the domestic heat, like being soaked in warm water, with a sticky suffocating feeling.The night wind blew over, and it wasn't cool at all, it just made people feel more stuffy.

The operation of the program group was even more breathless. It stands to reason that they should be allowed to rest for a day after three consecutive days of trains and planes, but as soon as their feet stepped on the ground, the PD gathered them together and started sending out today's tasks .

It was only five o'clock in the morning, and the photographers were all yawning.

PD held a microphone outside the screen and read the hand card: "It was released to everyone before. After the first version is launched, the official Weibo has also opened a channel for you to vote. Here you go, other than this, you can't bring any other money with you. Please bring the envelope to the assistant director."

The assistant director gave them three envelopes respectively.Qing Huan took it, and she opened it to look at it. Inside was 200 baht, equivalent to more than [-] yuan. Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan should have more than them. I don't know if Ah Cheng will will not be enough.

"Today is still VJ tracking shooting. With this money, you need to visit at least two scenic spots. If you are tired, you can go to the designated hotel to rest first. You just need to complete the task and return to the hotel before ten o'clock tonight."

Everyone was very tired, so they all chose to go to the hotel to rest first.

On the way to the hotel, the sky slowly dawned, and the scenery of Thailand passed by the car window one by one. There were Southeast Asian faces with different faces on the street, temples flashing by from time to time, light rail passing through the sky, and advertisements in Thai that were confusing and unintelligible. Card.The car was found here in Thailand, and the car in Thailand always seems to have some thick incense, which makes people feel a little dizzy.

After arriving at the hotel, Nan Yang and Qing Huan went to the nearby 711 convenience store to buy some things. Cheng Cheng didn't seem to want to be alone with Qi Yi tomorrow night, so he went with them.Tomorrow night Cheng walked too fast, not at all like before, when he left Qi Yi, he looked back at every step and kept yelling that his sister was waiting for me.This time, she didn't even say goodbye to Qi Yi.

Qi Yi silently stared at the back of Cheng who left behind Qing Huan tomorrow night, his fingers clenched the handle of the suitcase, as if he was distracted.After a while, the elevator reached the first floor with a "ding--", but she didn't pay attention.

Mingwan Cheng is a person who is quick to pick up and put down. From the moment Qi Yi said she was going to get married, she was already ready to part ways with her in this life.Qing Huan thinks that she is very powerful, like a switch on her body, some emotions can be turned on and off when they are said to be off.Call her heartless, but it can't be called heartless, after all, she still loves that person in her heart.But if you can't say it's unfeeling...Qing Huan feels a little pitiful for Qi Yi who was thrown there.

"I don't have any money with me." Ming Wancheng picked up a pack of biscuits on the shelf, "The director gave us only [-] baht in the envelope, and I left it to Teacher Qi for safekeeping. Can Master buy me a pack of biscuits? "

Qing Huan couldn't help but look sideways: "Why did you even change your name? Didn't you always call her sister?"

"Yeah, it's always been called that way, and it was called that way 3000 years ago. However, thinking about it now, it seems a bit ambiguous," Ming Wancheng shrugged indifferently, "I'll call it that way again in her next life, it's better to call Teacher Qi back now. "

Qing Huan opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, so she pulled Nan Yang's sleeve: "Aren't you trying to persuade me?"

Nan Yang raised his eyes faintly, looked at Ming Wancheng, and actually affirmed her actions: "It should be so."

Qing Huan: "..."

Blame her, her memory recovery is too slow, and she still can't understand what's going on in the minds of these two old antiques.

The money given by the program team was really too little, and Qing Huan had to consider the tasks given by the director, leaving enough room for entertainment and souvenirs, and they couldn't buy too many things in convenience stores.But Nan Yang is used to being extravagant, and never regards money as money. When buying things, he doesn't look at the price, but only whether he wants it or not.

As soon as she picked up a box of chocolates, Qing Huan tapped the back of her hand with a rolled-up Thai baht: "Don't buy it."

Nan Yang withdrew his hand and looked at Qing Huan with a three-point puzzlement and three-point dissatisfaction with her.

In the past, Qing Huan had no memory, so it was fine if she always hit the back of her hand like this, but now she knew that she was her master, yet she was so bold that she dared to hit the back of her hand.

Qing Huan shrank her neck when she saw her, and explained softly: "We have no money, Master."

Nan Yang withdrew his gaze, remained silent for a moment, took out his wallet from his trouser pocket, opened it, and handed it to Qing Huan.

A folder full of Thai baht, all yellow notes of the largest denomination of 1000 baht, arranged in such a crowded way that the wallet was about to burst.

People like her who have had time to travel around the world for thousands of years have long been used to exchanging enough foreign currency as a reserve before going abroad.Besides, in an international convenience store like 711, you can pay with Alipay and Wechat on your mobile phone. When the camera is not following you, there is no need to wrong yourself.

Tomorrow night Cheng came over stunned, "Wow."

Nan Yang saw that Ming Wancheng was coming, so he casually took out a stack and handed it to Ming Wancheng: "Take it."

Tomorrow night Cheng took it unceremoniously, "You are too considerate of Patriarch."

Nan Yang took out more than half and handed it to Qing Huan: "I'll give you some too."

"Why are you sending out money the same as handing out flyers?" Qing Huan pressed her hand down and didn't answer, "Don't give it to me, isn't your money my money?"

"Ah."

Nan Yang didn't insist anymore, put away his wallet, turned around and picked up the box of chocolates he had just put down, and continued shopping slowly with his hands behind his back.

Qing Huan looked at her hand holding chocolate behind her waist, smiled and shook her head.

He is really a stubborn person, he must get what he likes no matter what.

With such strong financial support, the three of them bought all the things they wanted to buy. It was already seven o'clock, and they didn't dare to delay any longer. After shopping, they immediately went back to their room to rest.

In addition to buying piles of snacks, Nan Yang also bought some screws and small wrenches.Qing Huan has been wondering about the purpose of those things, but when she got out of the shower, she saw Nan Yang sitting at the table, lowering her head to repair her BM47.

Butterfly blades will become loose after playing for a long time. The professional word is "split". The safety handle and the danger handle will become more and more staggered, and the gasket inside will also wear out, so it must be repaired regularly.

When Nan Yang used the L-shaped wrench to turn the screw, his eyelashes drooped low, his chin was slightly lowered, his back was as straight as a bamboo, and his eyes were focused and gentle.Qing Huan looked at her, and suddenly his mind froze, another picture blurred in front of his eyes.

On the quaint sandalwood desk, a familiar woman in white was sitting on the side, with the same movements, the same gaze, but holding a flannelette in her hand, carefully wiping a snow-blue long sword.

In the dream, she died on that sword.

There should be a complete sequence of events in the dream, but she has never been able to remember the specific details of the dream, she only remembers the last appearance of the sword being stuck in her chest.

Is this sword Nan Yang's?

It was Nan Yang... who killed her?

When this thought came out, her pupils trembled, and she almost lost her footing.

Nan Yang raised his head, put the screwed BM47 aside, looked at Qing Huan standing against the wall, his eyes were a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Qing Huan looked at that face, frantically trying to recall the memories she had recovered, she only remembered that she had a crush on Nan Yang at the age of 17 but never got a response.She didn't know if Nan Yang responded to her later, let alone what happened later that made her die forever at the young age of 17.The image of Nan Yang wiping the long sword that suddenly appeared in her mind caught her off guard, especially when she recognized that sword as the sharp edge that caused her death.

On the plane, Cheng Mingming's words flooded his brain again.

——"The old ancestor still has a knot in his heart that has not been opened."

——"It's not just her."

——"If you really recover all your memories, you will also have your knots."

What happened 3000 years ago?

Nan Yang saw that Qing Huan had been silent, thinking that she was the same as before, and wanted to hug her to bed by herself, so she took a tissue to wipe her hands, got up and walked over.

Qing Huan took a step back subconsciously.

She seemed to be afraid, but when she realized that she was actually afraid, she couldn't help but want to scold herself.She should be the one who understands Nan Yang best. Nan Yang is so good, how can she be afraid of her?There must be some misunderstanding, or some unavoidable difficulties, she should boldly ask out the doubts in her heart, instead of bearing it alone.

"What's the matter with you?" Nan Yang noticed something was wrong with her, frowned, and dared not go any further.

Qing Huan tried to stammer: "I, I seem to remember something just now..."

"Well," Nan Yang nodded softly and patiently, "What do you remember?"

Qing Huan swallowed hard, raised her eyelashes tremblingly, and looked at Nan Yang with a bit of confusion, but also a bit of begging at the same time, as if begging for a negative:

"Did you...have you ever killed me?"

Nan Yang was taken aback.

The temperature in the air seemed to be slowly dropping, and all the atmosphere froze.

After a long silence, Nan Yang pursed the corners of her lips and took a deep look at Qing Huan.

then.

She nodded slowly and cruelly.