I, Qing Huan - Chapter 87

At noon the next day, the car arrived at Bayu Station. The morning program team did not release any new tasks, but let vj track and shoot the pictures of the guests getting up to wash and pack their belongings. We spent three days with passers-by on the journey. There was some emotion when we said goodbye. Especially Liuliu and Amei, although they didn’t have much communication with the two celebrities except for a board game, but they cried for a while when they got off the car and didn’t know what they were moving. Vigor.

The schedule is very tight. I will go to Bayu Airport at 9 o’clock in the evening to catch the flight to Thailand. During this afternoon, the program team took everyone to the most popular hot pot restaurant in Bayu and packed the restaurant for the guests and staff to be well. Enjoy a meal.

Nanyang Qinghuan and Qi Yi sat around a table next night. They sit in a corner, with few people, quiet, and they can chat while eating.

“Master.”

Cheng shouted tomorrow night.

After she finished shouting, Qing Huan and Nan Yang turned their heads reflexively at the same time, but Qing Huan looked at her and Nan Yang looked at Qing Huan.

Qing Huan noticed that Nan Yang was looking at her, so she turned her head and whispered, “I didn’t call you.”

“Yeah.” After hearing this, Nan Yang lowered his head, picked up his chopsticks, and chopped in the empty bowl. The voices of Qing Huan and A Cheng are indeed a bit similar, especially when they call Master.

Regarding Ming Wancheng’s identity, Nan Yang also found a space to tell Qing Huan. After learning that Ming Wancheng was also an old monster that had lived for three thousand years, Qing Huan began to doubt her life countless times. After all, she had to accept the people close to her. Identity change is not so easy. However, after accepting it, her feeling for Ming Wan Cheng rose to a new level. Before Ming Wan Cheng called her master, she just passed her ears. Now Ming Wan Cheng calls her master, she is truly joyful in her heart. of.

“What’s wrong, Acheng?” Qing Huan asked Ming Wancheng.

“Help me pass the potatoes you have,” Cheng stretched her arms tomorrow night, “Sister loves potatoes, I’ll help her get some.”

Qi Yi said lightly: “Don’t worry about me, you eat your own.”

“Then… Sister, can I eat vermicelli, can I help you?”

“I said no.”

Cheng’s hand froze in the air tomorrow night, for a long while, he smiled awkwardly, and looked at Qi Yi: “What’s wrong with my sister? It’s not quite right from the beginning of the morning today, as if she suddenly began to alienate me.”

Nan Yang and Qing Huan both stopped their chopsticks and looked at Qi Yi at the same time.

Qi Yi pushed his glasses, but his tone still didn’t fluctuate: “We shouldn’t have walked too close.”

Tomorrow night Cheng was a little awkwardly rubbing his chopsticks, and asked anxiously: “Is it because the papers I wrote in the past two days are too wrong, are you angry? I… I must study hard, and I will definitely not be wrong again next time. …”

“Acheng,” Qi Yi interrupted her, “I want to tell you something.”

As she said, she raised her eyes and looked at Nanyang and Qinghuan on the opposite side. The corners of her lips reluctantly curled up: “Of course, I want to tell you all together. After returning from Thailand, I may be preparing to get married. I arranged it. The other party is the youngest professor at Huaxing University.”

The atmosphere at the dinner table solidified for a while.

Qing Huan took a quick glance at Mingtong Cheng, and muttered, “Why didn’t I hear you say that you still have a fiance?”

“It’s also only recently decided,” Qi Yi lowered his head and stirred the tahini in the bowl with chopsticks. “You know, my dad said one thing. So,” she pursed her lips and looked at the tomorrow night beside her.” Cheng, between us… is impossible.”

Nanyang silently picked up a ball and put it into the bowl without speaking.

Tomorrow night Cheng was stunned, and then he twitched his lips into a ugly smile: “I…I know, I didn’t want to fall in love with my sister.”

Qi Yi was startled.

She thought about it carefully, and it seemed that Cheng Cheng did not say that she wanted to fall in love with herself from beginning to end tomorrow night. The most extraordinary words were the phrase “keep me up” when we first met. But keeping up is not in love. Maybe it’s because Ming Wan Cheng always likes to follow her. I don’t know when to start, she has the illusion that Ming Wan Cheng wants to fall in love with herself.

She didn’t feel that she had any serious thoughts about Ming Wan Cheng. She had always treated Ming Wan Cheng like a sister, teaching her and helping her. But when she really heard that tomorrow night Cheng said such things, her heart was instantly empty again. I haven’t slept well last night. She thought that when Cheng Cheng heard the news tomorrow night, she would cry and beg her not to get married, maybe she would drop a bowl or a bench. But she never expected that Cheng would calmly say such a sentence tomorrow night, as if the ambiguity that had flowed between them was just an illusion of her alone.

This hot pot meal was very suffocating, and it seemed that few people on the table could eat it. Only Nanyang maintained a good appetite, eating chopsticks after chopsticks, even if the burn on his tongue was not clear.

After eating, the rest of the program group continued to play in the store, waiting for the right time to go to the airport. Nanyang and Qinghuan went to the small balcony on the second floor of the hot pot restaurant and looked at the weird road up and down in Bayu.

“I always thought Xiaoyi liked Ah Cheng,” Qing Huan sighed for a long time. “But how do you get married if you want to get married? Master, is there any way you can stop Xiaoyi from getting married?”

Nanyang leaned on the railing, holding her arms crossed, with a calm expression: “Why not let her get married?”

“Because…” Qing Huan said, “Because Acheng has been waiting for her for three thousand years, she must really want to be with Xiaoyi, if she sees Xiaoyi marrying another man , How sad.”

“Qi Yi has the right to choose her own life,” Nan Yang said softly, “Acheng’s obsession is only her obsession, and Qi Yi doesn’t need to respond to it. Besides, this is only the 97th. Ah Cheng will never grow old in this life, and she could not give Qi Yi any promise.”

“But that’s the person she has loved for three thousand years,” Qing Huan couldn’t bear it. “She saw Xiaoyi walking into the marriage hall with others, didn’t she feel unwilling?”

“Three thousand years, this situation has long been used to it.”

Nan Yang’s tone was so indifferent, she seemed to be more certain than anyone else, that such a process would no longer cause further harm to Ming Wan Cheng.

Qing Huan looked at her, her nose suddenly sore.

“How about you?” Qing Huan bit her lip. “Have you ever watched me walk towards someone like this?”

Nan Yang curled her lips, turned her head, and met Qing Huan’s eyes, with an endless gentleness: “Qing Huan, you also have the right to choose your own life. I can’t ask you who don’t have memory to do it every time. Fall in love with me.”

“So you really watched me marry someone else?” A thin layer of tears appeared in Qing Huan’s eyes, “Aren’t you sad?”

“…How could it not be sad.” Nan Yang looked away, looking at the overlapping roads in the distance, “I told you before, if you look at others, I will be unhappy.”

“Master…”

Qing Huan could not imagine what kind of torture Nanyang was going through at that time. She couldn’t help thinking about what it would be like if she watched Nanyang marrying someone else, she didn’t even dare to think about it. When this consciousness appeared in her mind, She was already out of breath from the pain.

“But I also said that I am not happy. It only means that I am small, and it does not mean that you are wrong.” Nan Yang smiled, without any grudges, “Emotions are something that cannot be controlled, but’right and wrong’ People can make the decision. I have always clearly understood that one cannot force the other person to cater to him because of his inescapable obsession. Respecting you is the most correct choice I think. So, just I am doing what I think is right, no matter how sad I am, I will not lose my heart in those long hours.”

The real power may be like this.

Being strong is not the financial power that overrides everyone, nor is it the power of one side, or even the wisdom of subduing the majority. To be truly powerful is to know what is right and what is wrong; is to know the pain and hopelessness that will be faced by persisting in the heart, or to walk calmly; is to be at the end of the road after suffering from a long journey Say proudly and calmly: I have been doing what I think is right.

A strong and determined person is the most charming person.

Nanyang at this time is more attractive than ever. Qing Huan was pretty sure that even if she had no memory, even if Nan Yang was not beautiful and had no money, she would definitely fall in love with her hopelessly in this lifetime.

She leaned over to hug Nanyang, rubbing her soft black hair, her face buried in her shoulders, she couldn’t help crying.

“Why are you crying? We are not together now.” Nan Yang hugged Qing Huan’s waist and calmed down softly.

Qing Huan cried like a child: “I feel so sorry for you… Master, you idiot, why have you always been so good to me? I’m so ordinary, it’s not worth your kindness to me…”

“Qing Huan, I have lived for more than three thousand years and I have seen countless people of all kinds,” Nan Yang touched her curly hair in a soft tone, “For three thousand years, you are still the most gentle and kind girl I have ever seen. You. Worth all the best things in the world.”

Qing Huan’s face was covered in Nanyang’s white shirt, and a sobbing voice came from sullenly: “Master and Master are good at coaxing people now.”

“I’m just saying what I want in my heart,” Nan Yang chuckled slightly, “You know, I don’t know how to talk, let alone coaxing women. If these words from my heart can coax you, I am happier than you .”

“One sentence is better than one sentence,” Qing Huan raised his face and smirked with tears. “Just write a book to Master, right?”

Nanyang squeezed up his sleeves and used the cuffs to help Qinghuan wipe the tears from her face, “I am really happy. Three thousand years ago, because I said too little, many things I wanted to say to you were not too late to say. I left like that. So I often think over the years, if I can be with you again, I must learn to say many, many things, and say what I want in my heart. Some things are enough to be a regret, I can no longer Let it be the second time, the third time.”

Because of these words, Qing Huan’s heart suddenly became soft and astringent.

Yes, what a painful word regret is. The most sad thing in the world is not to miss it, and when the thing that was missed is reduced to the word regret, it comes to the realization that it turned out that there was no need to miss it.

And the most happy thing in the world is just the sudden realization that those regrets that were missed can finally be made up one by one now.

“Then… what regrets did Master have back then, can I make up for it now?”

Qing Huan exhausted her softest tone to ask.

Nanyang moved for a while, and the light in his eyes sank. After a long while, he answered seriously word by word:

“I want to marry you, really married.”

“I want to worship heaven and earth.”

“Bai Gaotang.”

“Bye you.”