I, Qinghuan

When Qing Huan and Cheng rushed back to the pier tomorrow night, the master who was sailing the boat was chatting with Nan Yang in Thai, while Nan Yang stood aside expressionlessly, and from time to time he would talk to the master in not-so-fluent English. Exchange a few words.Seeing them coming, she waved: "Come here."

"Sorry, it took too long just now." Qing Huan apologized and rushed down the stairs.

The boat is not big, just enough for ten people. There is a VJ at the bow and stern, and another camera tripod. The four of them just sit in the middle.Nan Yang boarded the boat first, and the boat was a little far away from the shore. Everyone was careful when boarding the boat, for fear of accidentally falling into the water. Only she walked lightly, as if stepping over with a light step.

"Come on, hand." Nan Yang calmly stood in the swaying boat and stretched out his hand to Qing Huan.

Qing Huan grabbed Nan Yang's hand, and stepped onto the boat cautiously with her head buried. Because she was too busy staring at the water below her feet and didn't pay attention to the boat, her forehead hit Nan Yang's chin hard as soon as she got on the boat.

"hiss--"

Both of them took a deep breath, but their hands subconsciously covered the forehead of the same person.

Qing Huan touched her forehead, felt the fingers on the back of her hand, and stared blankly at Nan Yang who was close at hand.

"Are you okay?" Nan Yang touched Qing Huan's hand gently.

Qing Huan shook her head, put her other hand on Nan Yang's flushed chin, and said with concern: "Does it hurt?"

"...It doesn't hurt."

"That's good."

Ming Wancheng, who was standing in line on the shore waiting to board the boat, crossed his arms and clicked his tongue impatiently, "Master, Patriarch, can you sit down so that you don't get in the way?"

Qing Huan blushed, and pulled Nan Yang to sit down in the front row.

The night had completely fallen, and the master boatman was sitting at the stern, controlling the direction of the boat with an engine, and with a rumbling sound, the boat started.A large river is full of fishing boats that set off together, each of which is full of tourists, who are excitedly taking pictures with their selfie sticks.The night wind was blowing, and the humidity on the water surface was much cooler than before.

Nan Yang pulled Qing Huan and let her sit in his arms.

Qing Huan thought that she wanted to get closer to him, even though she felt that it was inappropriate in front of the camera, she did not refuse.After a while, another hat suddenly came down from her head, and the slender fingers of the man behind pressed the brim of the hat, helping her to put it on carefully.

"What's wrong?" Qing Huan touched the hat on the top of her head, and turned her head slightly to look at the woman behind her.

Nan Yang wrapped her arms around her waist, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear: "It's windy, it's a bit cold, I'm afraid you will be blown."

Qing Huan was taken aback.

It turned out that Nan Yang wanted to use his own body temperature to help her resist the strong evening wind on the river.

Qing Huan couldn't help shrinking deeper into Nan Yang's arms, holding the fingers placed in front of her lower abdomen with both hands, stroking the thin callus on the outside of Nan Yang's right index finger, lowering her head and smiling, and suddenly asked: "Master's right hand ...will it gradually get better in the future?"

"It should be." Nan Yang followed her movements and spread out his hands, allowing her to pinch.

"Then... when you get better in the future, will Master try to write calligraphy again?"

Nan Yang was taken aback when he heard the words, and after a long silence, he said, "Qing Huan, I haven't touched a brush for 3000 years, and I won't be able to write long ago."

Qing Huan's heart twitched, thinking of the words Cheng said to herself not long ago tomorrow night, her brows and eyes were all wrinkled.

"It's okay, Master, there are still decades to come, and I can write slowly with you." Qing Huan gently held Nan Yang's hand in his palm, "Try to write, okay?"

She wanted to help her get back one by one the things she had lost.

Nan Yang was noncommittal, just chuckled in Qing Huan's ear, and asked, "Did you remember the words I used to say?"

"Yes, Master used to write really beautifully, the best in the whole world."

"Then you think I can't write well now."

"No," Qing Huan hurriedly denied, "I don't think anything against you, I just...just make a suggestion, if Master is unwilling, of course I won't force you."

Nan Yang put his chin on Qing Huan's shoulder, and his eyes were squinted by the oncoming evening wind, "If you want to see me write, I will write."

Qing Huan turned to look at her in surprise: "Really?"

"Well, really."

Nan Yang shook his right hand, pressing the nail of his thumb into his palm, and the wrist bone was still tingling.But she still did not show this discomfort on her face as before. She turned her eyes and met Qing Huan's gaze. The fishing fire on both sides of the river was reflected in her eyes, soft like a sea of ​​clouds.

Qing Huan grabbed her right hand, raised it to her lips, and kissed the back of her hand quietly.

"Master, you are the best person in the world."

She whispered in Nan Yang's ear with a very light tone.

Nan Yang smiled, "I'm not that good."

"No, you're just that good." Qing Huan was a little annoyed, and squeezed her palm a little harder, "I'll tell you this every day from now on until you believe it."

Nan Yang looked at her deeply, and his voice became softer and softer: "How long can you talk for?"

Qing Huan raised her neck, her eyeballs slid to the corners of her eyes, and her lips curled into a smile: "I can talk about it forever."

Nan Yang turned her eyes to the front, watching a patch of fireflies gradually appearing in the bushes on the bank, and the flickering light spots dotted her light-colored eyes like stars, as if a corner of the Milky Way had been cut off and flowed into her eyes.

"Okay, then I'll listen to it for the rest of my life."

When Qing Huan heard this murmur, the tip of her nose became sour, and she couldn't help turning around and hugging Nan Yang's waist.The boat has sailed into a desolate place, and there are no people on both sides of the bank. The dark bushes are full of clusters of fireflies, some perched on the branches, and some are flying in the sky, shining bright light spots. The VJs were also immersed in such a rare beauty. People in the boat looked around one after another, marveling at the beauty in front of them. No one paid attention to what the people in the front row were doing.

Surrounded by a field of fireflies, Qing Huan leaned forward and kissed Nan Yang's lips.

The brim of the hat touched Nan Yang's forehead, and the hat flipped back, "clicked", and fell into the water.

The moment Nan Yang closed his eyes, he stretched out his hand to grab Qing Huan's hat dripping wet, and rescued Qing Huan's hat. His slender, white fingers twisted the brim of the hat and hung it outside the boat.The water on the hat dripped into the river, and as the boat moved forward, it dripped ripples like a road full of flowers.

After kissing deeply for five seconds, Qing Huan moved her lips away, hugged Nan Yang into her arms, and whispered in her ear:

"Master, I love you so much."

Nan Yang put his arms around her back and patted her lightly, with a doting smile on his lips: "Well, I know."

"You have to believe that I have always loved you very much. 3000 years ago, I loved you until I died. Now, 3000 years later, I will love you until I die."

Nan Yang was stunned for a while, before carefully asking:

"What happened 3000 years ago...do you remember everything?"

Qing Huan knew what had been in her heart for so many years, and smiled with relief: "Master, you have read my suicide note so many times, but have you ever read the slightest bit of resentment in it?"

Nan Yang was silent for a long time before shaking his head slightly.

"I didn't hate you 3000 years ago, and I still won't hate you now. I don't hate you, just like I know you won't hate me for cutting you out with scars. I only have heartache and love for you, except Besides, there is nothing else. Don't feel sorry for me, because I don't feel that you have anything to be sorry for me, and you haven't done anything wrong. From the beginning to the end, you are not wrong, do you understand? "

The corners of Nan Yang's eyes were red, the deepest knot in his heart was poked, and there was a bit of unconcealable choking in his voice:

"I am not wrong?"

"you're not wrong."

Qing Huan repeated it firmly in her ear.

Nan Yang buried her head in Qing Huan's shoulder, like a child who has done something wrong, her crying became more intense:

"But I think it was my fault. I almost killed you when you were three years old, and I couldn't save you when you were 17 years old. If I hadn't gone with Shimen to destroy your sect, if I had done better It's better, you won't end up like that..."

"How can you take all the mistakes on yourself?" Qing Huan pinched the diamond earrings on Nan Yang's earlobe, her tone was soft as water, "Master, only a fool can be so stupid There is no need to carry the pot by yourself. You think too highly of yourself. How could you cause such a big disaster by yourself? Everyone was involved and everyone was involuntarily. You and I just It's just ordinary people among them, just because you and I don't have the ability to turn the tide, and we don't have the destructive power to destroy the world, so we are caught in the middle and end up helpless."

"So, don't think it's your fault, you're not wrong, you've done a good job, you've done a better job than anyone else, really."

"It's really hard for you to persist for such a long time. You've worked hard, Master."

"..."

Nan Yang didn't speak, but raised her eyes silently, her wet eyelashes drooping under the light of fireflies.

Although she didn't speak, her eyes no longer had the condensed gloom for a long time, instead, there was a deep and long softness.

After waiting for 3000 years, I finally heard someone say something to her:

you're not wrong.

You did very well.

She is not wrong.She has worked really hard for so many years.

"Hurry up, don't cry, everyone should notice you later." Qing Huan stroked her long hair.

Nan Yang said sullenly, "I didn't cry."

"Well - I didn't cry, I didn't cry, you said you didn't cry, you didn't cry," Qing Huan nodded again and again, "Hurry up and watch the fireflies, you just talk to me, you don't even look at the fireflies much."

Nan Yang glanced at her, and his tone returned to the original indifference: "I have seen the fireflies in Amphawa fifteen times."

Qing Huan clicked his tongue twice: "As expected of an old monster who has lived for more than 500 years."

"...You said I was old again."

"Hey, don't dare, how old are you? By the way, Master should be growing older from the age of 20, so I'm still four years older than you." Qing Huan snapped her fingers before reacting to this question, "The matter of giving birth, I can't come, I'm more 'advanced mother' than you."

Nan Yang didn't argue with her, on the contrary, he agreed naturally: "Then I will be reborn."

He laughed lightly: "Why do you want to have a child so much? Come on, if you want to have a child, you can have one. Before, I thought you were 35 years old so I wouldn't let you have a child. Now it seems... 20-year-old body is healthy. You Ke Jinsheng, give me a football team."

"..."

"Why isn't Master talking anymore? Are you scared?"

"..."

Qing Huan hugged her, scratched her waist, and whispered: "Are you really scared? I'm joking with you, I don't want you to work so hard, just give birth to one."

"No," Nan Yang looked at a firefly parked on the side of the boat, "I was just thinking... before I have a baby, should I have a serious wedding..."

"Ah—the wedding—" Qing Huan dragged out the end, nodded thoughtfully, and then gave a smirk, "As I said, I will prepare for the wedding, and I will choose the wedding dress. Master thought I was talking about it." What about playing?"

"……What's the meaning?"

"It means that after three days, the program recording will be suspended for one day. Then, on Phuket Island, you will see the most unique water wedding in the world."