I, Qing Huan - Chapter 84

When these two words were called out, Qing Huan didn’t feel strange, on the contrary, there was a sense of pleasure that all of her body relaxed. It’s as if she’s really shouted this way countless times, and now it’s just returning to the time she forgot long, long ago.

Nanyang stared at her in shock, a layer of tears burst into her eyes, and when she spoke again, her voice was choked, and the violent emotions in her tone didn’t sound like what she was saying:

“What do you think of?”

Qing Huan frowned and shook her head, “I…I don’t know, I don’t know anything, I only know… I seem to have another history with you, but… how is this possible? No in the world. How can…”

Nan Yang tried his best to suppress his heart beating violently because of the “Master”, and barely captured a trace of reason in his head that was dizzy with joy.

Qing Huan hadn’t remembered everything yet, it was just a sign, just a budding iceberg on the sea level. This sign is a good thing, but if you don’t handle it properly, it may turn into a bad thing. Not everyone can bear the process of reshaping and reshaping the worldview over the past two decades. She was expecting that she would remember everything, but at the same time she had to endure her expectation, she still had to wait and wait patiently for her.

“I’m sorry…” Qing Huan frowned and pressed her temples, “I don’t seem to be able to call your name anymore. Wouldn’t it be weird if I kept calling you Master in the future?”

“No,” Nan Yang looked at her with tears, stretched out his hand and touched her hair, his fingers and voice trembling, “You should have called that.”

Qing Huan pursed his mouth and stared at Nan Yang for a long time.

“We really have another passage in the past, right?” she asked tremblingly.

Nanyang was silent for a while, and when the tears in his eyes dried up and his voice was hidden, he spoke softly:

“Do you remember that I asked you, believe in reincarnation?”

Qing Huan opened her eyes wide and her pupils shook slightly.

“If I said, you have me in every passage of your past,” Nan Yang lifted her lips and looked at her tenderly, “Do you believe it?”

“You mean… we really have a past life?”

“I have been me from beginning to end. I haven’t changed.” Nan Yang shook his head. “It’s you. There have been many past lives, and I… is the only destiny who has witnessed your reincarnation.”

“I know these words sound absurd, but you believe me, I didn’t lose my mind, nor did I lie to you.”

“You said that my behavior is like an old antique, because I am indeed an ancient person. My appearance is not 35 years old, so my face is so different from the age on the ID card. . I loved you so much when I got married, not because I was attracted by love at first sight, because I have always loved you so much. From ancient times to the present, I have been guarding you, and I have never been absent in your life.”

“In the past, I didn’t say it, because I was afraid that you could not accept the fact that you would find that your wife was a monster who had lived for thousands of years. I was even more afraid that you would doubt the meaning of your existence. So I have to wait until you find out. Now You have discovered that although the memory has not been fully restored, from now on, as long as you ask, I will tell you the truth you want to hear.”

Qing Huan pursed her lips, was silent for a moment, and asked: “Then, who wrote you the letter that is behind your Kindle?”

Nanyang twitched his fingers with the sensor clip.

“…Did you see?” Her voice choked slightly.

“Yeah.” Qing Huan also choked up with this sound.

Nan Yang looked at her deeply, and did not speak for a long time. After a long while, he tremblingly spoke:

“Qing Huan, that’s…”

After speaking, he finished with difficulty:

“It’s… your suicide note.”

A suicide note that made her willingly waiting for three thousand years, the only relic she left her cruelly.

After listening to Qing Huan, unexpectedly there was no panic, no painful entanglement, but the light under her eyes instantly settled down, tears still glowing in her eyes, and a satisfied smile rose on her lips:

“…It turned out to be so.”

“Don’t you think it’s scary?” Nan Yang endured the soreness of his eyes, his tone soft as if he was reading a story to a child, “This world is different from what you imagined, and I am also different from what you imagined.”

“I never think you are different. You have always been the one I saw with my own eyes. I love eating candied haws, reading books, and loving me.” Qing Huan smiled relievedly, “Now it seems that maybe you just love I have eaten candied haws for many years, I have read books for many years, and I have loved me for many, many years.”

Indeed, Nan Yang has always been such a pure person, and she can’t erode her heart for so many years. She loves one thing and loves a person, and she is determined and determined to death.

“You… seem to accept it more calmly than I thought, is there really no doubt in my heart?” Nan Yang held her hand and squeezed it lightly.

“Hmm…” Qing Huan tilted her head, “I don’t know how to describe it to you. I had dreams that were both true and false. I have always believed that in those dreams, I and you were real. of.”

“Dream?… What have you ever dreamed of?”

“I dreamed that you were wearing white clothes embroidered with the dark pattern of white cranes and sitting on a very high seat. Everyone was kneeling at your feet, and I was kneeling next to you. You are much colder than you are now. Smile at me, you never smile in your dreams, you always punished me to copy books, punished me to stand in the corner, punished me to publish the ancient books in the library…”

Nan Yang’s eyebrows twitched, “You… these things are all you remember?”

Qing Huan was a little confused, and blinked: “That said, in the first life, you treated me very badly.”

Nanyang: “…”

“Did you really like me at that time?” Qing Huan lowered her head and spread out her palms, “I remember, you also hit the palm of my hand with a paddle ruler.” After that, she looked at Nan Yang in confusion, ” How can you bear to hit me?”

Nanyang was stopped by the question, and was stunned for a moment. Niutou replied in an awkward manner: “I won’t hit you now.”

Qing Huan nodded: “Now you hit me, it’s domestic violence, and the law doesn’t allow it.”

Nanyang: “…”

“Qing Huan,” Nan Yang caught Qing Huan’s hand, and put her hands together to hold her, “At that time you were my apprentice, you were young and stubborn, and as your master, I was just teaching you.”

“Oh…” Qing Huan’s eyelashes trembled, and she pinched Nan Yang’s right index finger with her backhand, and rubbed the thin callus on the outer side of her index finger. “Then, Master won’t teach me now?”

Nanyang felt soft when she heard her calling her master again, and her nose became sour again.

It has been three thousand years, and she has been waiting for three thousand years, and all she has waited for is this “Master”.

Finally, the memory that was buried three thousand years ago is no longer a vain she insisted on alone.

“Why are you crying?” Qing Huan hurriedly took out the napkin, and covered the tear that was about to fall out of Nanyang’s eye. “If you don’t let you hit me, you will cry? Then…or else, I’ll go find Xiao Ruler, you tap it?”

Nan Yang leaned forward and hugged Qing Huan tightly into her arms. The needles on the inside of her wrists pierced out of the blood vessels and didn’t care. She tried her best to hug her and buried all the sobbing in her mouth. In her curly hair.

Qing Huan hugged her back, feeling her grievance in her heart. Although her memories were still scattered, and she didn’t know how many years Nan Yang had waited for her, she seemed to understand Nan Yang’s feelings at this moment. Full of guilt, she murmured in Nanyang’s ear: “I’m sorry, I… did I make you wait too long?”

The person in his arms did not speak, but his shoulders were shaking.

“I will try to think about it, maybe now I still can’t remember all the past with you, but one day, I will remember all of them.” Qing Huan tightened her arms, lowered her eyes, and looked at the soft black around her wrist. “We may have been separated before, but no matter what past events I remember, it will not affect my determination to go on with you in this life. I can feel that whether it is the former me or the present me, it is Love you the same, I love you, Nanyang. I love you, I really love you so much.”

In the vicissitudes of life, things are different, only the phrase “I love you” has never changed.

Some things are too late to think about, but there is one that she believes in.

She and her, from now on, from birth to death, cannot be separated for a moment.

Suddenly the door of the ward was knocked knocked, and Sun Xuxue’s respectful voice came from outside:

“Ancestor, Zhu Zhu, can I go in?”

Qing Huan patted Nan Yang on the back and released her. Nanyang turned his head away, unwilling to appear in front of others with her red eyes, Qing Huan understood her pride, so she got up and went to the door, did not ask Sun Xuxue to come in, only took the breakfast that Sun Xuxue handed over.

Simple soy milk fritters, the thin plastic bag is stained with water mist by heat. Carrying to the bed, Qing Huan opened the tied knot, put it on the bedside table, and pushed it to Nanyang’s side.

“eat something.”

Qing Huan broke off the disposable chopsticks, scraped them clean and handed them to Nanyang.

Nanyang didn’t pick it up, and glanced down at his wrist where the needle was pierced. The needle had long since burst out of the blood vessel and was bruised. Qing Huan also saw it, and was annoyed by her own hindsight. After putting down the chopsticks, she would press the call bell, “I’ll call the nurse to deal with it.”

“It’s okay.” Nan Yang stopped her, opened the tape and pulled out the needle neatly.

Qing Huan held her wrist and looked at it carefully, distressed. Nanyang turned his hand over, and didn’t let her keep watching, lest she feel more guilty. With a twist of his wrist and a warm body temperature in his palm, Qing Huan keenly noticed a difference.

“Your body temperature seems to…” Qing Huan tightened her fingers, a little uncertain, “A little bit higher than before?”

Nanyang’s skin has always been cold, his hands are cold, his feet are cold, and his lips are cold. It sounds like a dead person. Only when he is in bed, his body becomes hotter. Now, under normal circumstances, the temperature on her hands is almost the same as her own.

“Is your physical condition really related to me?” she asked.

Nan Yang stopped hiding from her and nodded: “When you remember all the memories, my illness will be completely healed.”

Qing Huan didn’t understand a bit.

“Qing Huan, no one can live for as long as a thousand years,” Nan Yang slowly explained, “In ancient times, I was just an ordinary master of the rivers and lakes. Although we also cultivate the Tao, the Taoism is not the immortality. At that time, people respected ghosts and gods. Therefore, if I want to go against the rules of heaven and pursue your reincarnation, I must bear a little price. Fortunately, the price has an end. As long as you remember me, I She will slowly become a normal person.” As she said, she squeezed Qinghuan’s fingers, “Like this, slowly began to have body temperature, and slowly, there will be no more bleeding or pain.”

Qing Huan listened to her mysterious and illusory words, and it took some time to understand thoroughly. She was experiencing a process of constantly smashing her original worldview. It was a bit difficult, but it was not unacceptable. Especially when Nanyang’s past illnesses were all related to her own memory, she couldn’t help but feel guilty.

How did Nanyang endure it?

Before that, she hid so well that she didn’t even know that she was suffering so much every time. They slept in the same bed for so long, and she was so nervous. She always dared not participate too much in Nanyang’s private affairs. She is called respect, but it turns out that what Nanyang needs most is her own.” Disrespect”. If she could tear off her disguise early when Nanyang was covering up, even if she couldn’t remember everything immediately, at least she could accompany her and hug her when she was in pain.

Nan Yang noticed Qing Huan’s self-blame, and she didn’t know how to coax her. She just said, “Don’t worry, just think about it slowly. At least now everything is going for the better. This is already very good.”

“You didn’t lie to me this time?” Qing Huan narrowed her mouth, “will it really get better in the future?”

“Really,” Nan Yang nodded, “I can feel my body getting better. In the past few years, my body has never been as healthy as it is today.”

Qing Huan lowered his head and let out a dull hum.

“You can slowly recall those past events, don’t force yourself, you can always ask me if you don’t think about it, and I will remember it with you.” Nanyang’s voice became deeper and deeper, “If you don’t mind, I am willing to Together, walk the story of the year again.”