I, Qing Huan - Chapter 71

Qing Huan, tomorrow night, when Qi Yi and the three people went to Dayan Pagoda Square by car, the sky was gloomy and rain suddenly began to fall.

I don’t know when it started, dense raindrops appeared on the window glass, dripping the originally translucent glass like a gauze filled with fine needles. The sky was a bit cloudy when they went out, but no one thought it would rain so soon.

Qing Huan took out his mobile phone, cut the city into Ho-kyung and checked the weather forecast. It took about a week for the light rain to turn to heavy rain. It was estimated that the rain would not stop when they got on the train.

Qi Yi in the back row straightened up slightly and asked, “It’s raining, do you want to go to the square?”

Qing Huan put away the phone, thought for a moment, and said, “There is an umbrella in the car, let’s go around.”

It’s only five o’clock in the afternoon, and Nan Yang said that she will come back in the evening. If she goes back to the hotel by herself now, what should she do if she stays alone these few hours?

After thinking about it, Qing Huan couldn’t think of an answer.

She couldn’t help thinking about how she liked to fill up her time when she was alone before meeting Nanyang. But obviously she and Nanyang had been married for less than half a year, but her memory of that life half a year ago became blurred.

Before she tasted love, she didn’t feel that there was any shortcoming in that kind of life. On the contrary, sometimes she would be glad that she had chosen celibacy when she saw that her friends around her were unable to make a difference because of their relationship. But after falling in love with Nanyang, she discovered that love itself is not suspicious, quarrelsome, or filthy. Those who keep scorning love have not found the person who truly loves them. They are not arrogant or ignorant, but they are not so lucky.

She felt that the happiest thing in her life was to be loved by a woman like Nanyang. So gentle, so careful, when he is suffering from gains and losses, he will gouge his stomach and say some sweet love words. When she said those words in such an awkward tone, she only felt like she wanted to laugh, but when she went back to recollect those words later, she discovered that all those sentences were extremely beautiful.

She believes that when a person talks about love, he is sincere. Because Nan Yang’s love for her is so beautiful, so those sentences are so beautiful.

That’s why she was willing to sink deeper and deeper in her arms, until she blended with her soul and remained unswerving to death.

The rain outside the car window got bigger and bigger.

When they arrived at Dayan Pagoda Square, the three took their umbrellas and got off the car.

It rained suddenly, many tourists did not bring umbrellas, hiding in twos and threes under the small pavilions selling souvenirs to avoid the rain. From a distance, I saw the ancient Big Wild Goose Pagoda standing in the rain with the charm of thousands of years of precipitation, and the statue of Master Xuanzang in front of the tower, like a god, guiding the confused world home.

Tomorrow night Cheng looked at the souvenir pavilions in the North Square, and excitedly called Qi Yi and Qing Huan to look over. The souvenirs of this famous scenic spot always have many patterns, and they are piled up in a conspicuous position, attracting children to drag their parents to buy them.

“Sister, look, water whistle.” Ming Cheng picked up a small bird-shaped water whistle made of clay, and recklessly held the whistle to make a soft whistle. Qi Yi took it down from her, saying that this might have been blown by others, and Cheng didn’t care about it tomorrow night, so he bought it directly.

Tomorrow night Cheng was holding a water whistle, brought a rattle over, and knocked. After playing the rattle, she played with other people’s Tao Xun again, put down Tao Xun and went to get other people’s terracotta warriors and horse statues, playing with shadow puppets, bamboo grasshoppers, and wooden swords. When she picked up those toys, Qi Yi tried to put his hands in his pocket several times, as if he wanted to pay.

But tomorrow night, she moved faster. She bought all the things she had played with the boss in one breath, carried a big bag, and said happily that she would distribute all these gadgets to the little girls in the show group when she returned. .

Qi Yi looked at her and smiled a little helplessly, but didn’t say much, but quietly followed Cheng Cheng tomorrow night, helping her share some shopping bags when she couldn’t get anything.

Watching them walk towards the next pavilion shop, Qing Huan did not move.

She scanned the children’s toys in front of her, and said to the boss: “Help me get one of each.”

The boss opened his eyes in surprise: “I want one for all?”

“Ok.”

The boss glanced at Mingwan Cheng, who was going away, and smiled: “Are you a company that buys gifts for employees?”

“No,” Qing Huan shook his head, eyebrows curled, countless gentle, “I only give it to one person.”

“Oh—” the boss knew clearly, “It must be for the baby at home!”

Qinghuan’s shoulders trembled when she heard the words, and she was noncommittal.

When a few people were walking around, the rain was getting heavier and stronger, and there was a gust of wind. A small umbrella could no longer protect them properly. The rain flew diagonally under the umbrella in the wind, and it didn’t take long for most of the pants to wet.

Originally tomorrow night, Cheng wanted to go to the Datang Evernight City to see Miss Tumbler who had been on fire for a while, but it was raining like this, and it is estimated that people would not come out to perform. Seeing that the weather is getting worse, the three of them can only go home.

It was already eight when I returned to the hotel.

The three of them were a little embarrassed, their shoes were basically soaked, they got out of the car without much greeting, and after a hurried farewell, they went back to their rooms to clean themselves.

Qing Huan was carrying a big bag of souvenir toys, and her long curly hair was wetly attached to her temple, not knowing whether it was rain or sweat. She took out her phone to check the time again. It was indeed eight o’clock, yes, eight o’clock… I wonder if it counts as night?

She always remembered that when she parted with Nanyang, she asked when Nanyang would be back, and Nanyang said, “At night.”

Will that person have returned?

She imagined the joy that would appear on Nanyang’s childhood face when she saw this pocket of gadgets, the corners of her lips couldn’t stop rising, and her heart was filled with anticipation. She opened the door with her room card, and she was ready to talk to the people inside. Prepare to say hello.

As soon as the door opened, it was completely dark.

When they left, they drew the blackout curtains, and the light of the night scene outside the window was also isolated. The empty room was what it was like when I left, and what it is now, even the position of the disposable slippers at the door has not changed.

The curvature of Qinghuan’s lips froze. After a long time, that little brewing smile gradually disappeared. She lowered her eyes and quietly entered the room, put things on the ground, and sat alone on the corner of the bed.

It turns out…Eight o’clock is not even at night.

She wringed her fingers, she felt like a hole was dug out in her heart, and she was chilling in the void.

What is the “night” in Nanyang’s heart?

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Sun Xuxue was pacing around the emergency room anxiously with wet hair and clothes.

She was originally going to come to Hojing with Nanyang, but Nanyang said that she should go to Bayu first, and there would be no delay here for two days. She really shouldn’t listen to the ancestors so much, she should stick to her ancestors. She knew that the ancestor’s illness was so serious, but she still let her ancestors stay in Hokyo for so long. She hated herself to death.

Moreover, the situation this time is worse than ever. Hearing from the doctor, the blood flowing out after Nanyang fell on the door of the hospital dripped down the steps in front of the door to the flower bed.

This was no longer something she could handle alone. She immediately notified her grandfather and Uncle Mei. Mei Zhongli and Sun Guohui immediately contacted the hospital to block the news when they heard about it, and set off for Hogyeong. They should be there soon.

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for Mei Zhongli and Sun Guohui to rush over.

Sun Xuxue briefly talked to them about what happened, but she was too young to speak easily when she became anxious. The door of the emergency room suddenly opened, and the doctor’s eyes were exhausted. Before he could take two steps, Mei Zhongli stopped him and asked about the situation.

“She lost too much blood. We have mobilized all the matching blood in the blood bank and are now seeking help from the nearest hospital. Don’t worry, there is no danger to life.”

The doctor knew the background of the person lying inside. Nanyang is now considered a public figure. After the hospital recognized that the man in a pool of blood was the famous Shao Mei’s house, he rushed to the rescue room and called The top doctors in the hospital came to diagnose. They knew that Mei Zhongli would come over sooner or later, and they did not dare to slack off.

“When did she faint in the hospital?” Sun Guohui asked with a frown.

The doctor thought for a while and said, “About five o’clock in the afternoon.”

“It’s already ten o’clock in the evening,” Sun Guohui glanced at his wrist watch, “It’s been so long, hasn’t she woken up yet?”

The doctor shook his head, “Not only did she not wake up, but the blood was still flowing. We couldn’t find the cause, and it didn’t look like hemophilia. Now we can only give her blood transfusions to make sure she won’t die in shock. .”

Mei Zhongli and Sun Guohui’s expressions were instantly solemn.

“Excuse me, you must allocate enough blood bags. It doesn’t matter how much you spend.”

“I see.”

After sending the doctor away, they waved and told Sun Xuxue to walk to a secluded corner together.

“In the past, when the ancestors became ill, the people have recorded the frequency and duration.” Sun Guohui supported the cold radiator on the wall, his old fingers trembling. “Before she came back from Australia, she had never fainted when she came back. It’s been down. Since she married Zhu Yatou, things have become abnormal. The time she fell ill in Zangzuo Film and Television City was the first time she passed out in three thousand years. I told you at that time. I didn’t expect this problem to become more and more serious now. The first time I fainted for half an hour, and the time of fainting became longer and longer, until now, I haven’t waked up for five hours.

“I have studied the secret scroll of forbidden technique,” Mei Zhongli looked solemn, “Unfortunately, I don’t remember it clearly.”

“Perhaps because this is the ninety-ninth,” Sun Guohui sighed, “The forbidden technique only says that the ancestor can live to the ninety-ninth, but it doesn’t say that she can live to the ninety-ninth. We all know that in order to use the forbidden technique, you have to die the way your lover died. The ancestor is a person who has died once. In these three thousand years, her body is equivalent to an empty shell, except when she died The state of eternal life is nothing but a container for pain.”

“This is a fact that all generations have understood. To put it bluntly, the ancestors are no different from a dead person for three thousand years. Only after Zhu girl recovers her memory, her body can return to a normal state of birth, old age, sickness and death, but…

“Obviously, the old ancestor’s body is rapidly weakening now. She has more and more illnesses, and the bleeding and coma are more and more time each time. No one knows what else her empty shell can support time.”

After Sun Xuxue understood the meaning of their words, her face paled in fright, “What you mean is… If Zhu Zhu can’t recover her memory, the ancestor is likely to slowly… die… die?”

“Slowly die?” Sun Guohui smiled bitterly, “Xuxue, not dying slowly. Maybe…On an ordinary day, she suddenly fell, and then she couldn’t wake up again.”