I, Qing Huan - Chapter 48

Qing Huan sat on the sofa for half an hour before realizing that he hadn’t turned on the light after entering the door.

When I first entered, there was still a faint moonlight outside the window. At this moment, I don’t know if it was blocked by dark clouds, and the room was suddenly dark. After groping for a long time, Qing Huan found her mobile phone. She wanted to turn on the flashlight function to turn on the lights in the living room. After opening the lock screen, she subconsciously clicked on the WeChat interface and looked for the only person on the top.

Unfortunately, there is no unread from her.

It’s almost an hour. She and the mixed-race woman… have so much to talk about?

She sighed softly, wondering if she cared too much. In fact, she also understands that enough trust should be given to each other in marriage, and suspicion is definitely the worst kind of grudge. But… emotions are hard to control most of the time.

She really wanted to take Nanyang as her own. If she can, she can’t wait to hide her and protect her for the rest of her life, so as not to be coveted by others.

Is it a little sick?

Qing Huan got up a little annoyed and went to the hallway to find the light switch in the living room. The light from the mobile phone flashed the room very brightly. She went into her slippers and was about to press the switch when the door was suddenly opened.

Nan Yang walked in with his eyes down, and put the room card on the shoe cabinet, his face was a bit pale, and his eyes had no emotion.

“Back?” Qing Huan walked forward naturally and helped her take off her coat.

Nan Yang gave a hum, and obediently took off his jacket from Qing Huan’s hand, changed his shoes and went to the sofa to pour water, without speaking.

Although she doesn’t like to talk much, Qing Huan can still perceive something wrong with her right now.

“What’s wrong? You seem…a little unhappy?” Qing Huan asked carefully.

Nanyang took a sip of water, as if holding it in his mouth for a while before swallowing it. After a long while, he replied: “No.”

Qing Huan pursed her lips and was silent for a long time before hesitating to speak, “The woman who was looking for you just now… Is she… your predecessor…?”

Nanyang drank the water, and the cup was taken down and held between her slender fingers. She said in a deep voice, “No.”

“Oh…” Qing Huan’s heart was still inexplicable.

Nan Yang looked at her, paused, and said softly: “I only liked you.”

Qing Huan froze for a moment, and the stiff heart for the last second seemed to have been hit softly by something, and it instantly softened into a puddle of water, and could no longer become hard. She curled her lips gently, her cheeks flushed, and her tone of voice was soft when she spoke: “I…I only liked you.”

Nanyang’s fingers tightened while holding the water glass.

Qing Huan pursed her lips again, and continued with red ears: “I like someone for the first time, so I often don’t know how to treat you well. I also…cannot handle some of my thoughts, such as, You may have just recounted the old with your friends, but I was nervous for a long time, afraid that your eyes would be on others and you would not like me that much. For example…like now, I can feel that you are not happy , But I don’t know how to comfort you, I want to know why you’re unhappy, and I’m afraid that I’ll inquire about your sex. I… I don’t know what to do, but I want to be honest It can’t be wrong, so I’m telling you all my thoughts. Before you came back, I was scared. Now that you come back, I seem to be… still a little scared, I…”

“Qing Huan,” Nan Yang’s voice was a little hoarse, her fingers were rubbing the glass in her hand, and the chandelier light above her head was reflected from the water, flashing, “I’m just thinking about a question.”

Qing Huan raised her eyes in confusion: “What’s the problem?”

Nanyang was silent for a long time, her eyelashes reflected on her lower eyelids, and a long shadow was cast by the light above her head. She bent down and put down the water glass, her fingers were caught in her palms, and when she spoke again, she seemed to have made a great determination:

“I was thinking…Is my appearance a mistake?”

Qing Huan opened her eyes wide in surprise, but didn’t understand Nanyang’s words for a while.

“If you didn’t have me, you wouldn’t get married at the age of twenty-four,” Nan Yang’s voice was low, as deep as the lake behind the hotel, “You are still in the golden age of an actor, in the future In a few years, you will develop a very good career, and perhaps in the process of filming, you will meet good-looking boys. You will naturally fall in love with someone at the right time. Without me and without Mei, you would be better than Now there is much more freedom. You like me now, maybe because… You have married me, so you can only like me. Without me, you should have more choices and more career development Space. I…” Her lips bend bitterly, “I just suddenly felt that I seemed to be a drag to you.”

A drag that has bothered you for three thousand years.

Is Jiang Banxia all wrong?

Nan Yang smiled bitterly.

After listening to Qing Huan, she bit her lips tightly, and a layer of mist floated in her eyes.

“No, Nanyang.”

She shook her head, her tone choked somewhat.

“Nanyang, without you, I would not fall in love with anyone.”

Qing Huan didn’t know why she was crying, but when she said these words, tears flowed out in a disobedient manner. She intermittently said: “I, I don’t know how to tell you, I also think it’s ridiculous… But, but, I have a feeling that in this life… I’m just waiting for you, just waiting for you to appear, you appear Later, I began to allow myself to try to love someone. My reason has alienated me from you, but I seem to have known for a long time that I am destined to fall in love with you. I don’t know why this happens… I, I I just feel that we should be together, I should be your wife, and you should be my wife… We… shouldn’t we be each other’s wives?”

Nan Yang stared at Qing Huan at this moment in a daze.

Suddenly she had an illusion that the Qinghuan in front of her was like the ancient Qinghuan standing in front of her wearing modern clothes.

She almost said the words on the suicide note–

If there is an afterlife, let you live forever.

In this life, I was the one who allowed you.

There was a painful light in her eyes, and there seemed to be a word covered by the fog that was lingering around, ready to come out:

Nanyang, that’s not just your regret. That was also my dream…I have been waiting for three thousand years.

Her memory is still a blank piece of paper, but her soul has already carved the love for her into the bone marrow, reincarnating forever, as long as she appears in front of her, as long as she is willing to reach out to herself, she will There will always be a surrender to her that will kill it.

Qing Huan walked forward crying, hugged Nanyang’s waist tightly, buried her face in her white shirt, her shoulders rising and falling. She was afraid that Nanyang would stay away from her because of those wild thoughts, and she was also afraid that her nonsense would scare Nanyang. She didn’t know how to keep her, so she could only do her best to hug her like this.

Nan Yang lowered his head and rubbed the soft long curly hair with the tip of his nose. She hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t help raising her arms, hugging Qing Huan’s back, touching her hair with her right hand, and soothing her.

Qing Huan has always been so tolerant and kind to her.

Three thousand years ago, she forgives her evil deeds so easily. Three thousand years later, she forgave her life’s shackles that she had accidentally caused to her so easily.

Nanyang understood what she meant. She is willing to stay by her side now, it is her own choice. It’s like the **** canyon 3,000 years ago. Death is also her own choice.

Perhaps it is a bit ridiculous to have to talk about right and wrong.

Right, wrong, wrong, entangled three thousand years ago, three thousand years later, can you tell whether you owe me more or I owe you more?

At least in the moment, there is nothing more important than hugging her. She was standing alive in front of her own eyes, with warm skin and a gurgling heart. She can still hug her, that’s enough.

Qinghuan hugged Nanyang’s waist in a panic, sobbing and begging:

“You, don’t you want me…”

“I didn’t want you,” Nan Yang held her arms and tightened again, with a tremor in her voice, “I only want you in this life, Qinghuan.”

Qing Huan cried more fiercely.

They just stood by the window, and there was still a bit of cold air in the cracks of the window, but it did not affect the warmth between the two people who were hugging each other. They are like the mountains that embrace the rivers and the rivers that support the mountains. The sun and the moon are changing in their bodies. Only wind and frost can erode their age, and no other rain, snow, and blowing can separate them.

The two twined vines will not think about “if there is no other side”.

Because you have me, and you only have me.

The same is true for them.

In this world, there is Nanyang to have Qinghuan, and only to have Nanyang. Without Nanyang, Qing Huan would have frozen to death on the corner of the desolate village under Beifang Mountain. Without Qinghuan, Nanyang would naturally die on an ordinary evening three thousand years ago. In the past years, none of them were missing, and the remaining one could not go through this long three thousand years and walk into the modern society like a dreamy shadow.

The two people who were cut off by death three thousand years ago can now have another chance to stay together. This is a rare gift in a thousand years, like a morning star. She really shouldn’t let some unreasonable assumptions disturb their relationship.

At least at this moment, I still adore you.

And you happen to love me.

This is enough to support us to go through a lifetime together.

Qing Huan just hugged Nanyang and cried, crying and crying for some reason, crying so that half of Nanyang’s face and neck were full of wet tears.

She shed too many tears.

Nanyang’s ear piercing only hit today, and before she could apply alcohol, her entire earlobe was wetted by Qing Huan’s tears. The salty tears flowed into the unhealed wound, making Nanyang very uncomfortable, and pain and itching that could not be ignored came from the ear hole. She couldn’t help raising her hand around Qinghuan’s back, trying to touch her earlobe.

But Qing Huan was still crying, and reflexively knocked out Nan Yang’s hand that wanted to touch her earlobe.

“Don’t touch it, it will or will cause inflammation…” she cried.

Nan Yang frowned, and murmured softly, “It seems to be inflamed.”

“…Don’t move, let me see.”

Qing Huan wiped a handful of tears, lay on Nanyang’s shoulder, pinched her red left ear, and dimly narrowed her eyes to take a closer look.

It is indeed more swollen.

Qing Huan found her own tears on it, full of guilt, and loosened Nan Yang’s waist, “I will wipe it off with a cotton swab dipped in water first, you wait.”

Nanyang did not let go of Qing Huan, instead, when Qing Huan wanted to leave, she buckled her back and carried it in her arms, making her lie on her shoulders again.

“… Hold on for a while.”

“you……”

“Hold for a while.”

“But if you don’t take a cotton swab to clean up for you, it might really…”

“Don’t be so troublesome,” Nan Yang stared half-eyed, his ears getting redder and lower and lower, “…you can lick it off for me.”

Qing Huan opened her eyes wide, and her ears were red to the bottom.

“I…” She squatted, feeling helpless.

Nanyang touched her enchanting curly hair again, sliding her fingertips into the gaps in the hairline, gently rubbing with gentle strength, and her low mute voice with a cool breath blew through Qinghuan’s ears:

“Help me, lick it clean.”

Qing Huan could feel her heart beating frantically, and she was stroking again and again, making her even more chaotic. Obviously this was not the most intimate thing they had ever done, but she still couldn’t stop her nervousness to the slightest suffocation, as if every time she approached Nanyang, her heart would pop out of her chest like it is now.

Her heart for her has never stopped.

She finally closed her eyes, held her breath, and moved a little closer, her red lips slightly opened, and she held the red earlobe.

The tears left a bitter taste there.

In addition to the saltiness of tears, it can also taste a bit of **** sweetness. The soft tongue wraps the hard metal ear studs, and the sharp tip is against her sensitive tongue. It is a wonderful collision between the soft to the extreme and the hard to the extreme under the sky.

I ironed my lips and tongue bit by bit over the soft earlobes, and rubbed them into the most charming scenery. The tip of her nose was rubbing against Nanyang’s ear bones, and the warm sniffles were just right in her ear sockets. Every time she exhales, the person in her arms stiffens, but after a few breaths, she can clearly feel a dense layer of goose bumps on Nan Yang’s face.

Nanyang suddenly turned his head away and avoided Qing Huan.

At the moment of avoiding, an unbroken silver wire was hooked up on the earlobe.

In a daze, Qing Huan realized that the skin of Nanyang’s whole body was red, and even the small piece of chest exposed at the collar of the white shirt was pink.