It's still snowing in the morning.
Nanyang woke up hazy in the soft bed, and when he was free, the words Sun Xuxue said yesterday suddenly flashed in his mind—
"A life with you is the best life."
When he persuaded 20-year-old Mei Zhongli to give up looking for the next successor, he also answered himself in the same way.
Nanyang was still in a daze, and the phone beside his pillow suddenly began to vibrate. She reacted for two seconds, rubbed her eyes, unplugged the charging cable and connected the phone: "Hello?"
"Ancestor, did you disturb your rest?" Mei Zhongli's voice came from the receiver.
"No. What's the matter?"
"I want to tell you that I wish that girl from the family did not cancel the engagement. I had a discussion with her yesterday. Today, I will ask you to take her to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register the marriage, and let her be ready at 2 noon. inconvenient?"
Nanyang was stunned for a while.
"Is it inconvenient? Then I inform her to change the time?"
"...You've already talked to her?"
"Yes, it's been said."
"Then it's two o'clock today."
Change it back and forth, and it will trouble her a lot. Besides, she also wanted to marry her as soon as possible. She had been waiting for this day for more than three thousand years.
"Okay, I'll let Xu Xue drive to pick you up at twelve o'clock."
Nanyang hummed and hung up the phone. She thought for a while before realizing that this should be their first official meeting and an important day for getting the certificate. She touched her long messy hair, and immediately got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
After washing it, she found the suitcase that she hadn't had time to pack yesterday, and took out all kinds of white shirts one by one and spread them on the bed. Her hair was still dripping, but she didn't care, she just buried her head and thought about what to do. Which one to wear.
She was a little nervous when she thought that she would sit next to her and look at her from a distance.
Apart from the absence of the mole between her eyebrows, her facial features were exactly the same as those of Qing Huan at the beginning. A few hours later, she would look at herself with those familiar eyes, and she might even remember herself at any moment, remembering all their pasts. Perhaps, she can also get a forgiveness that has been waiting for three thousand years. Listening to her own words, I don't blame you.
I thought that if I saw her again, I wouldn't be as nervous as when I was at the station last time. However, for some reason, he seemed more anxious than before.
Nanyang stood in front of the bed full of clothes for two hours, until his hair dried naturally, but he still couldn't choose the most satisfactory shirt.
Not long after, Sun Xuxue arrived. With the consent of Nanyang, she took a key to the house, opened the door and found the bedroom all the way, looking curiously in through the open bedroom door.
"Ancestor, haven't you packed up yet? Why are you staring at a bed of clothes?"
"I… don't know what to wear to see her."
Nanyang seemed to have been hit by something, and his ears immediately turned red. She was used to being cold and cold, and only when she was thinking of that person in her heart would she dye her ice-white skin a little charming.
"Is that so, can I come in and help you choose?"
"Um."
Sun Xuxue walked in with a smile, and while looking at the uniformly white clothes on the bed, he said, "I heard from Grandpa that you are not a person who cares about clothes very much."
"Yes." Nanyang affirmed this statement.
"It seems that you really pay attention to this meeting. However, you should pay attention to it. After all, Patriarch, you are getting married today." Sun Xuxue picked up a neatly tailored white shirt and handed it to Nanyang, "You can wear whatever you want. Well, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, even if you wear a rag, you are the most beautiful."
Nanyang was used to hearing people compliment her on her appearance, but this time, she couldn't help but bend her eyes.
After twelve o'clock, she didn't delay for too long. After changing her clothes, she followed Sun Xuxue out the door and went to the location sent by Mei Zhongli.
When Sun Xuxue was driving, he could not help but secretly glance at Nanyang in the passenger seat.
She didn't deliberately flatter her because she was the ancestor. The ancestor was really good-looking and good-looking, and it was the kind of beauty that was completely different from the common beauties.
Nanyang is a woman who has not been invaded by modern elements. She does not perm, dye her hair, wear makeup, or pretentiousness. She does not wear any gold and silver jewelry around her wrists and neck. There is not even a piercing on her shiny earlobes. From the long black hair to the clean fingers, everything exudes a kind of elegance brought from ancient times. When she looks at you with those light brown eyes like clear tea, it seems as if an ancient picture scroll with a long history is slowly unfolding in front of your eyes, and the years have settled in her eyes, just looking at her Eyes seem to be able to touch the real past, every dynasty, every person, every bronze halberd stained with blood, every snowflake that spans the present and the ancient.
How many good things did Zhu Qinghuan's ancestors do to allow such a beautiful person to wander alone in this world for three thousand years, just for the reunion like a white horse.
When they arrived at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the car that picked up Zhu Qinghuan had already arrived. It was impossible for Mei Zhongli to ask Nanyang to wait for Zhu Qinghuan, so he took Zhu Qinghuan half an hour earlier and asked her to wait for Nanyang.
After all, Zhu Qinghuan is a public figure. She is standing in a very secret place, wearing a mask and sunglasses, very low-key hidden behind a potted plant, without an assistant by her side.
Nanyang saw the back standing at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau from a distance.
The charming and gentle long curly hair is scattered behind her like a feather fan, which sets off her thin shoulders and slender waist. She is also wearing a white shirt, as if she is wearing a wedding dress like herself.
Nanyang's footsteps paused, and a few words of hello flashed in his mind.
Zhu Qinghuan just turned his head, as if he just wanted to look around, and happened to meet Nanyang's gaze. She was stunned, took off her sunglasses and mask, and looked around again, not knowing what she was confirming.
Nanyang stabilized his restless heart, walked forward slowly, and stood in front of her.
The words that he had just prepared to say hello, when he really faced her, he couldn't say a word.
Although Nanyang didn't say a word, Zhu Qinghuan still realized something and looked startled: "You...you were at the bus stop yesterday morning...you were...you were..."
"Well, I'm Nanyang."
When Nanyang said his name, his eyes were slightly red.
I am Nanyang.
I am your master.
Zhu Qinghuan was shocked at first, and then slowly turned into doubt. She is twenty-four years old this year, and Nanyang is thirty-five years old, but the woman in front of her doesn't look like she is in her thirties. She is too young, as young as she is.
"We... Shall we go in now?" Nan Yang's tone was suppressed, but he was still a little apprehensive, and even stammered a little.
Zhu Qinghuan was silent for a while, then asked again uncertainly, "Are you really Nanyang?"
Nanyang looked into Zhu Qinghuan's eyes and hummed lightly.
"But you... are you really thirty-five?"
She looked in disbelief.
Nanyang was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and touched the pocket of his trousers, and took out an ID card. She stared at the ID card for a long time, her lips moved slightly, as if doing some simple addition and subtraction.
"Well..." she murmured softly, "...this one is indeed thirty-five years old."
"This one?" Zhu Qinghuan frowned, "How many do you have?"
"No, just one."
Nanyang put his ID card away and didn't want to continue the topic, so he said, "Go in?"
"I..." Zhu Qinghuan felt a little embarrassed. Embarrassment is normal, after all, she is about to walk into the Civil Affairs Bureau with a strange woman who has only met twice, and take the most intimate photo side by side.
"Let's go."
Nan Yang raised her hand, as if she wanted to catch Zhu Qinghuan's finger, but she restrained herself and put it down almost the moment she raised it. Not yet, now is not the time, she should wait, wait a few more days for their relationship to thicken, and then she can try to hold her hand.
They walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau together, and Sun Xuxue waited outside and did not go in.
They sat in front of the staff, and Nan Yang took out his household registration book. She did not record her household registration in Mei Zhongli's name, and there was only her name on the household registration book. Before long, another name will lie with her, and this narrow booklet will always be a private space for just the two of them.
The two people each filled out the "Declaration of Application for Marriage Registration", and pressed their fingerprints in the column of the declarant. Nanyang pressed it with his right hand, and when he pressed it, his fingers trembled.
Then they went to take pictures.
The Civil Affairs Bureau will not help to retouch the photo, but this does not affect the final effect of the photo. As a star, Zhu Qinghuan's facial features on the camera must be impeccable. What is rare is that Nan Yang next to her seems to be more beautiful than Zhu Qinghuan. When the staff handed them the marriage certificate, they couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Two women, one is charming and gentle, with long hair, the other is cold and quaint, with ink like water. They appear in the same frame and look incomparably harmonious, as if the two should have been so close together to appear together in any scene.
Looking at the marriage certificate in his hand, Nan Yang lightly touched the two faces in the photo with his fingertips.
finally
She is finally her righteous wife.
She remembered that night three thousand years ago, she knelt beside Qinghuan's body and carved a tombstone for her with her own hands. When she carved the prefix "beloved wife", her hands were trembling with guilt, and her heart was full of remorse.
But fortunately, the mercy of time gave her another chance to make amends.
In this life, she must hold her hand well and be her own wife.