I, Qing Huan - Chapter 89

Qing Huan asked a few more questions, but tomorrow night Cheng refused to reveal anything more, and only said that these problems can only be left to them to think about and solve them slowly, and she can’t intervene.

Since Cheng said that tomorrow night, Qing Huan didn’t continue to ask, and talked about something else, and the two went to do their own things.

Three hours is fast and fast, especially in the middle of the night, everyone still slept, and basically felt that the eyes were closed and woken up after a short while. The people on the radio spoke strangely in Mandarin. It didn’t sound like Chinese was her mother tongue, but she was fluent in Thai. When everyone got off the plane, two distinctive-looking flight attendants from Southeast Asia stood at the door, and they put their palms together and said “Savadika” to everyone.

Finally, they came to the land of Bangkok.

Thailand is very hot, which is not the same as the domestic heat. It is like being soaked in warm water with a slimy suffocation. The night breeze came over, and it wasn’t even a little cool, but it just made people feel more boring.

The operation of the program group is even more breathless. It is reasonable to say that after three days of trains and planes, they should be allowed to rest for a day, but as soon as their feet hit the ground, PD gathered them together and started sending today’s task. .

It was only five o’clock in the morning, and the photographers all yawned.

The PD reads the hand card with a microphone outside the screen: “It was released to you before. After the first version is online, the official WeChat account has also opened a channel to help you vote. The boost value in these days will be directly converted into Thai baht according to a certain percentage. Here you are, other than that, you can’t carry any other money with you. Please help the assistant director to bring the envelope.”

The assistant director gave them each of the three envelopes. Qing Huan took it, and she opened it and took a look. It was one thousand baht, which was equivalent to more than two hundred yuan. Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan should have more than them. Acheng didn’t know if they would. It will not be enough.

“Today is still a VJ tracking filming. You need to visit at least two attractions with the money. If you are tired, you can go to the designated hotel to rest first, as long as you complete the task and return to the hotel before ten o’clock tonight.”

Everyone was very tired, so they all chose to go to the hotel to rest first.

On the way to the hotel, the day lighted slowly. The Thai scenery out of the car window passed by, the different Southeast Asian faces on the street, the temples that flashed past from time to time, the sky-traveling light rail, the messy Thai advertisements that you can’t read. brand. The car was found here in Thailand. Thai cars always seem to get some heavy incense, which makes people dizzy.

After arriving at the hotel, Nanyang and Qinghuan first went to the nearby 711 convenience store to buy something. Tomorrow night Cheng didn’t seem to want to be alone with Qi Yi, and went with them. Tomorrow night Cheng walked too fast, not at all like before. When she left Qi Yi, she turned her head back and forth and kept yelling about her sister waiting for me. This time, she didn’t even say goodbye to Qi Yi.

Qi Yi silently stared at the back of Cheng Ming, who was leaving behind Qing Huan, his fingers tightened on the lever of the suitcase, as if he was distracted. After a while, the elevator reached the first floor with a “ding-” sound, and she did not pay attention.

Ming night Cheng is a very agile person to pick up and put down. From the moment Qi Yi said that she was going to get married, she was ready to part ways with her in this life. Qing Huan felt that she was very powerful, as if she had a switch on her body, some emotions turned on when she said it was on, and she turned off when she said it was off. Say that she is unfeeling, but it can’t be considered unfeeling, after all, she still loves that person in her heart. But if you say you are not heartbroken…Qing Huan feels that Qi Yi who was thrown there is a bit pitiful.

“I didn’t have any money,” Cheng picked up a packet of biscuits on the shelf tomorrow night. “The envelope that the director gave us is only 500 baht, and it will be kept by Teacher Qi. Can Master buy me a packet of biscuits? “

Qing Huan couldn’t help looking sideways: “Why did you even change your name? Didn’t you always call her sister?”

“Yeah, I have been calling that way, and I called it that way three thousand years ago. But now I think about it, it seems a bit ambiguous,” Cheng Cheng shrugged indifferently tomorrow night, “Wait for her to call that way in her next life, now it is better to call Teacher Qi back.”

Qing Huan opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, so she had to pull Nanyang’s sleeve: “Don’t you persuade?”

Nan Yang raised his eyes faintly, looked at Ming Wancheng, and affirmed her behavior: “It should be so.”

Qing Huan: “…”

Blame her, her memory was too slow to recover, and she still couldn’t understand what the two old antiques were thinking.

The money given by the program group is too small, and Qinghuan has to consider the tasks given by the director, leaving enough room for entertainment projects and souvenirs, and they can’t buy too many things in convenience stores. But Nanyang is a big-handed man. He has never regarded money as money. When he buys things, he doesn’t look at the price, only whether he wants it or not.

She just picked up a box of chocolates, and was tapped on the back of her hand by Qing Huan with Thai baht rolled into a tube: “No purchase.”

Nan Yang closed his hand, looking at Qing Huan, there were three points puzzled, and three points were not dissatisfied with her.

In the past, Qing Huan had no memory, so she was always beating the back of her hand like this. Now she knows that she is her master, and she is so daring to hit the back of her hand.

Qing Huan shrank her neck as she saw it, and softly explained: “We have no money, Master.”

Nan Yang retracted his gaze, stayed silent for a moment, took out his money clip from his trouser pocket, opened it, and handed it to Qing Huan.

A full clip of Thai baht, all of the largest denominations of 1,000 baht yellow banknotes, are crowded together, almost breaking the wallet.

People like her who have spent thousands of years running around the world have long been accustomed to exchange enough foreign currency for reserves before going abroad. Besides, the international convenience store like 711 can be paid with Alipay and Wechat on the mobile phone. When the camera is not following, there is no need to wrong yourself.

Tomorrow night, he leaned in dumbfounded, “Wow.”

Seeing that Ming Wan Cheng came, Nan Yang took out a stack at will and handed it to Ming Wan Cheng: “Take it.”

Tomorrow night Cheng accepted it unceremoniously, “You are too considerate of the ancestor.”

Nanyang took out more of it and handed it to Qinghuan: “I will give you some too.”

“Why are you sending out money like handing out flyers?” Qing Huan pressed her hand down, but didn’t answer it. “Don’t give it to me, isn’t your money just my money.”

“Ok.”

Nanyang didn’t insist anymore, put away his wallet, turned around and picked up the box of chocolates that had just been put down, and slowly continued shopping with his hands behind him.

Qing Huan looked at her chocolate hand behind her waist, smiled and shook her head.

Really a stubborn person, you have to get whatever you like.

With this strong financial support, the three of them all bought everything they wanted to buy. It was already seven o’clock. They didn’t dare to delay too much. They went back to their room to rest immediately after they bought it.

In addition to buying piles of snacks, Nanyang also bought some screws and small wrenches. Qing Huan had been wondering about the purpose of those things, but when she came out of the shower, she saw Nan Yang sitting by the table, lowering her head to repair her BM47.

The butterfly blade will loosen after playing for a long time. The professional word is “split fork.” The safety handle and the dangerous handle will become more and more staggered, and the gasket inside will wear out. Regular maintenance is necessary.

When Nanyang used the L-shaped wrench to screw the screws, his eyelashes were hanging low, his chin was slightly chin, his back was straight as bamboo, and his eyes were focused and gentle. Qing Huan looked at her, suddenly in her mind, another blurry scene appeared before her eyes.

On the quaint sandalwood desk, the familiar woman in white sat aside, with the same movements and the same eyes, but holding a piece of flannel in her hand, carefully wiping a snow-blue long sword.

In the dream, she died on that sword.

There should be a complete transition in the dream, but she has never been able to remember the specific details in the dream, she only remembers the last sword in her chest.

Is this sword from Nanyang?

It was Nanyang…killed her?

When this thought came out, her pupils shook, and she almost couldn’t stand firmly under her feet.

Nan Yang raised his head, put the screwed BM47 aside, and looked at Qinghuan standing against the wall, a little puzzled: “What’s the matter?”

Qing Huan looked at that face and frantically recalled the memories she had recovered. She only remembered that she had a crush on Nanyang at the age of seventeen, but she never got a response. She didn’t know if Nan Yang responded to her later, let alone what happened later that made her die at the young seventeen forever. The scene of Nan Yang wiping the long sword that suddenly appeared in her mind caught her by surprise, especially when she recognized that the sword was the sharp blade that caused her death.

On the plane, tomorrow night’s clear words squeezed into the brain again.

——”The old ancestor still has not opened the knot.”

— “It’s not just her.”

——”If you really restore all the memories, you will also have your heart knot.”

What happened three thousand years ago?

Nanyang Kan Qinghuan kept silent, thinking that she wanted to hug her to bed by herself as before, so she took a tissue and wiped her hands, got up and walked over.

But Qing Huan took a step back subconsciously.

She seemed to be scared, but when she realized that she was scared, she couldn’t help but want to scold herself. She should be the one who understands Nanyang’s personality best. Nanyang is so good, how could she be afraid of her? There must be some misunderstanding, or there must be some hardship, she should ask the doubts in her heart boldly, instead of holding back alone.

“What’s the matter with you?” Nanyang noticed her something was wrong, frowned, and didn’t dare to move forward.

Qing Huan tried to stammer: “I, I just seemed to think of something again…”

“Well,” Nan Yang nodded softly and patiently, “What do you remember?”

Qing Huan swallowed hard and raised her eyelashes trembling, looking at Nan Yang with a bit of confusion, and at the same time begging a bit, begging for a negative:

“Have you… ever killed me?”

Nan Yang looked startled.

The temperature in the air seems to be slowly decreasing, and all the atmosphere freezes.

After a long period of silence, Nan Yang pursed the corner of his lips and took a deep look at Qing Huan.

then.

She nodded slowly and cruelly.