I, Qinghuan

Qing Huan and Ming Wan Cheng sat on the steps by the river, looking at the sky that was slowly turning black in the distance.The river water with light spots on both sides hangs under the feet, and the evening wind blows warmly, lifting their loose long hair, as if they are going to be involved in the river.

"Actually, I've heard Uncle Yuntang tell you about your past." Ming Wan Cheng pulled the broken hair next to his ear, "it was indeed a life full of ups and downs. I was very happy at that time, although I had never seen You, but I know that my master is such a strong and gentle girl. She was led by God all her life, but she never lost herself. In the end of her life, she insisted on making her own choice. With you like this My master is the proudest thing I have ever done since I entered Beijing Penalty.”

Qing Huan smiled: "I also want to thank Senior Sister Yuntang for helping me to teach an apprentice like you. Ah Cheng, I am also proud of you. There are many people who love themselves in this world, and there are many who love themselves. People who love others and forget to love themselves, but you can find a balance between loving others and loving yourself, I really think you are very, very good."

Tomorrow night Cheng laughed: "Master, are we blowing rainbow farts to each other?"

Qing Huan glanced at her: "It turns out that you were blowing rainbow farts to me, but I praised you sincerely."

Tomorrow night, Cheng suppressed his smile and was silent for a while, his eyes were rare and deep, "Master, I am really happy. It is my honor to have the intersection with people like you and the ancestor in this life. You are all very happy." Very good people, I have been in the world for 3000 years, and I have never seen better people than you, really."

"Then... do you think I'm better, or she is better?"

When Qing Huan asked this question, she inexplicably felt like a bad parent who forced the child to like his father or his mother.

Bad as hell, she was still looking forward to Cheng's answer tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night, Cheng didn't just pass the question away, but thought about it seriously for a while, and said, "I think, the ancestor is better."

Qing Huan raised her eyebrows: "Why?"

Tomorrow night Cheng pursed his lips, and slowly replied: "When you first fell in love, when your affection was strong, you were separated and forced to kill each other, you would choose to protect her with your own death." , In fact, it is quite normal. As for Patriarch, when you just died, her emotions reached a peak, and her desire to save her also reached the extreme, so she would choose to use forbidden techniques to find your reincarnation, which is quite normal. What is really rare is that she can go through hundreds of reincarnations and still insist on loving you."

Tomorrow night Cheng raised his eyes and sighed, "Isn't there an old saying that there is no beginning, but there is an end. Time can really change a lot of things. You don't understand, but I can understand, because I Like her, I have personally gone through these times. I know that in a long time, it is really easy for a person to lose his heart, doubt the meaning of his life, doubt whether he still loves that person, doubt what he is waiting for A strange soul is still a memory."

"And the most terrifying thing is not waiting, but the constant reunion, but the constant parting."

She turned her head and looked at Qing Huan: "Master, you should understand what it feels like to watch someone you love die, right?"

Qing Huan thought of herself holding Nan Yang who was covered in blood on the train, and remembered how she looked at Nan Yang holding her dead body in despair 3000 years ago in her dream, and nodded with difficulty.

Tomorrow night Cheng smiled wryly:

"Then do you know that in these 3000 years, she hasn't waited for you for 98 lives."

"..."

"She watched you die 98 times in front of her."

She watched you die 98 times in front of her.

Qing Huan supported the steps and almost sat still, her heart ached so badly that she couldn't breathe.

"I still remember the situation when she used the forbidden technique." Ming Wancheng looked into the distance, obviously smiling, but tears welled up in her eyes, "The forbidden technique requires her to torture her body to the same level as when you died. In the same state, she has to suffer all the injuries you have suffered, and then die in the same way you died, so that she can fuse part of your soul so that she can sense your reincarnation. Your right wrist was broken during your lifetime, She would have had to destroy her own right wrist, too."

Qing Huan thought of Nan Yang who stood proudly at the top of the world 3000 years ago, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

"You know what she is most proud of. The most outstanding things in her life are nothing but swordsmanship and calligraphy. 3000 years ago, she was able to sit firmly as the head of the largest martial arts school in the Northern Punishment Palace. The world's martial arts. You should be able to understand what the right hand means to a martial arts practitioner. She knows better than anyone else that the moment she destroys her right hand, all her achievements in this life will be lost It exists. And the cruelest thing is that she destroyed her right hand with her own hands."

"I remember that before that, she asked someone to fill three large tanks of water, stayed alone in the room, and wrote for three days. She didn't eat or sleep, and just kept writing. , the calligraphy she wrote in her life was less than one percent of what she wrote in those three days. At that time, all the disciples of the Northern Fine Arts Department whispered that the ancestor must have known that he would never be able to write again, so he took the amount of his life It was all written in those three days.”

"After three days of writing, she went to the Plum Garden and practiced swordsmanship for three days."

"She used to like to use a sword to carve letters on flower petals. It was the highest fusion of her calligraphy and sword skills, and it was also one of her world-renowned stunts. In the past few days, I secretly hid where she couldn't see, and kept watching her silently. , I can see that she is reluctant to give up every minute and every second. But I also know that since the moment she chose you, she has no other choice, she can only be with herself in this form A final farewell to the beloved."

"You should remember that when you were three years old, the three Northern Punishers strangled and killed everyone in your sect with the three-sword scourge array, and also implicated you. After that, your nosebleeds and unstable internal breathing were all because of This. Later, the ancestor asked Uncle Yuntang and the others to list the three-sword scourge formation, and she stayed in the center of the sword formation, suffering all the pain you have suffered, until her own breath burst and blood flowed continuously. Afterwards, holding her last breath, she sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, and with the Luoshuang that killed you, first broke the tendons and bones of her right wrist with her own hands, and then stabbed it into her heart."

"Of course, she came back to life later, with the body of a dead person. But all her proudest things were destroyed. She could no longer use a sword or write calligraphy. Although her internal strength was there, she couldn't use it after her right hand was disabled. With sword moves, I can no longer beat other masters. Uncle Yuntang and the others worked hard to find her successor, not because she was too busy to find trouble, but because she really needed someone to protect her. After that, she was completely destroyed Lost the original arrogance and self-esteem."

"In the past 3000 years, I have been able to pursue the person I love wantonly, but she has been suppressing and restraining. Do you think it's all because of respect? No one can understand, but in fact...she is inferior. A person who once stood A person who looks down at the world at the top of the world is most unable to accept a crippled self. She turns herself into a waste with her own hands, and then feels that such a waste is not worthy of you, and she is not qualified to ask for too much response. You know , she is not very good at taking care of herself, sometimes she is like a child. 3000 years ago, she had powerful martial arts and a status above ten thousand people, so she occasionally showed a childish side at that time , It’s the contrast and cuteness. But now, she has nothing, but still can’t take care of herself, so she feels that she is your drag, and she feels that there is nothing worthy of your liking in her like this, because of these reasons , she never dared to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, she only dared to watch you silently from a distance, waiting for you, and only after your permission, she dared to do what she wanted to do."

"So Master, you have to understand."

"Her gentleness is her inferiority complex."

Qing Huan covered her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably, her fingers were full of salty tears.

She always thought that Nanyang today is much softer than it was 3000 years ago, it was the polishing of the years and the precipitation of time, but she never thought that after the truth was torn apart, it would be so devastated.

Words like inferiority complex appeared on Nan Yang's body, and it was as sad as it was contrary to harmony.The person who used to be so defiant, powerful and arrogant, changed himself beyond recognition in order to get a chance to pursue his lover, and in the end, because of his beyond recognition, he dared not stand by his lover's side again.All cause is effect, effect is cause, and cause and effect cycle, but she has always been the one tormented.

At the beginning, Nan Yang only used the sentence "I paid a little price" to understate all these embarrassments. Her tone was so indifferent that Qing Huan mistakenly thought that the price was really not worth mentioning.Also, a person like Nan Yang always has her pride in her bones, how can she allow her humble and fragile side to be shown in front of the person she likes?

For the reunion in this life, Nan Yang really gave up too many things.Qing Huan began to feel that it was ridiculous for her to doubt whether Nan Yang really loved her in the morning. In this world, there really is no one who loves her more than Nan Yang.

Nan Yang is that idiot who forgot to love himself in order to love others.

Fortunately, there is still a long time in the future, although it is not as long as 3000 years, it is still enough for her to replenish all the love she missed in the past.

If Nan Yang doesn't know how to love herself, then she will help her love her.

Love to grow old.

Love to death.

Before I knew it, it was completely dark.The orange lights on both sides of the river are reflected in the dark river water, like a sporadic Kongming lantern placed upside down.

The phone vibrated suddenly.

Qinghuan took out her phone, turned on the screen, and saw a message from Nanyang on the WeChat interface:

[The ship is about to leave. 】

With tears in her eyes, Qing Huan pursed her lips and gave a faint smile, then quickly typed three words with her fingertips to reply:

【wait for me. 】

Five seconds later, a new message in a white box popped up at the bottom, which was exactly the same length as the previous green box, which fit perfectly and neatly confronted:

【I'm waiting for you. 】

The author has something to say:

She didn't wait for you for 98 lives, she watched you die 98 times

Do you dare to think about this sentence?