The movie is a standard Lunar New Year popcorn movie. It gathers a lot of traffic niches and traffic florets to make cameos. The protagonist asks the actor and actress to resist word of mouth. The special effects are better than the plot. After reading it, you forget what the story is about.
Qing Huan's appearance time in it was less than two minutes, and after she contributed a quite amazing mask-off scene, she disappeared. After all, she is not in the film circle, and the director also knows that the group of people watching the film have no good impression of her, a traffic artist whose face is bigger than her acting skills.
After Qing Huan's appearance, Nan Yang closed his eyes.
From her gradually long breathing, Qing Huan could hear that she had slept for a short time. However, Nanyang can control the length of her nap, basically the moment the ending song sounded, she opened her eyes.
After watching the movie, the two of them wore masks and went out after the audience had finished.
When they got to the door, they found that Cheng and Qi Yi were waiting there tomorrow night. Tomorrow night, Cheng was holding an ice Coke with a bottom left in his hand, covering his stomach with his hands, and his face was a little pale.
Tomorrow night Cheng took the initiative to speak: "I just saw you, just come back together."
Qing Huan noticed something was wrong with Cheng Cheng in the evening and asked, "A Cheng, you don't seem to be feeling well?"
Tomorrow night, Cheng nodded awkwardly and whispered, "Well... I drank too much ice cola."
Qi Yi's expression was a little guilty. She was an adult, and she could bear this iced drink in winter, but she forgot that Cheng was still a teenager tomorrow night. It was her negligence that she drank two large glasses of iced Coke for a child at once.
Nanyang knew that the princess jumped off a cliff and died, and her internal organs were broken. Ah Cheng took the price of the forbidden technique and accepted the same broken internal organs. Except for the hot pot that she liked on weekdays, she could not avoid this kind of irritating food. Drinking two glasses of iced Coke at once will definitely not feel good in my stomach now.
"Go back." Nan Yang said.
It was almost late, and the four of them went to the underground garage together. When he came, it was Qinghuan's car. When he went back, Nanyang wanted to drive for her, but the driver's license lost by Jiang Banxia had not been completed, so he had to give it up. Qi Yi took over the burden of driving, and Qing Huan sat in the passenger seat for the convenience of guiding her, leaving Nan Yang and Ming Wancheng in the back row.
The car was driving on the road, tomorrow night Cheng was leaning weakly in a cold sweat, his hands tightly covering his abdomen.
When passing through the tunnel, Nanyang suddenly turned his head and stretched out his palm to her, with a very soft voice: "Come."
Tomorrow night, Cheng looked at Nanyang in surprise.
Nanyang spit out another word in a low voice: "Hand."
Tomorrow night Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then tremblingly placed his hand on Nanyang's palm carefully. Nanyang didn't hold her, but after the palms were pressed together, he used his inner strength to let bursts of true qi flow into Ah Cheng's body, soothing her burning internal organs.
Tomorrow night, Cheng lowered his eyes, feeling the pain comforted by Nanyang's inner strength, and didn't make fun of Nanyang as before. After a long while, the corners of her eyes were slightly wet, and there was a rare bitter smile on her lips. She lowered her voice and said, "Thank you, ancestor, you... care about me so much... Really, thank you."
Nanyang looked at Qing Huan in the front row and whispered, "You should thank her. She taught me how to care for others."
Tomorrow night, Cheng took his hand back, and his tone was full of respect: "I'm much better."
"Um."
Nanyang resumed his upright sitting posture, crossed his arms, and quietly watched the night scene flashing through the car window.
Under the neon lights, Nanyang, who is sitting by the car window, looks like the god of frost and snow who has fallen into the impetuous world. The natural curvature of the back is like a daffodil, and the long black hair scattered like splashing ink wraps her slender body. His shoulders washed away on the velvet of the snow-white sweater, like the branches of dead wood pressed against the fine snow.
She tilted her head slightly, a dazzling light flashed on her left ear, her light brown eyes looked into the distance silently, and the colorful brilliance of the street flowed in her pupils, as if generations of time had passed for thousands of years. In those eyes one by one ups and downs.
What a cold and gentle person.
Master Qing Huan must have sacrificed a lot to get such a beautiful person.
In the new year, I hope that the ancestor and master can be together well, and there will be no more troubles.
Tomorrow night, Cheng made a New Year's wish in his heart. She was very sincere when she made her promise, and she never thought that her wish would cause a wave of terrifying poisonous milk.
When the four arrived at the hotel, they parked the car and walked to the lobby, when they were called by an uninvited guest sitting in the lobby.
"Nanyang."
Familiar voice.
Nanyang's footsteps stopped instantly, and almost at the same time, she frowned and looked at the source of the voice coldly.
Ginger Pinellia.
It was only a few days ago that Nanyang stabbed her. It stands to reason that the stab wound was so deep that she should be still on the hospital bed now. But Jiang Banxia was standing in front of her like this, her beautiful face was as pale as paper, and her hand was still covering the wound on her chest. It could be seen that she was in a very bad condition, and there were still bruised needle eyes on the back of her hand.
Except for Nanyang, the other three had never seen Jiang Banxia, and Cheng didn't know about the existence of this woman tomorrow night. So the three of them stopped, thinking they were friends of Nanyang, waiting for them to reminisce.
Nanyang's voice was cold: "What are you doing here again?"
Jiang Banxia said to herself, "I have something to tell you."
Nanyang's face was frosty: "I have nothing to say to you."
"I don't mind saying it right here." Jiang Banxia took two steps forward with a provocative smile on the corners of her lips.
Nanyang just looked at her, frowned and said nothing.
"Where do you want to start listening?" Jiang Banxia's smile deepened, her fingers rubbed the position of her heart on her chest, "Why don't you tell me about this little gift you gave me first. It's really unforgettable for me."
Nanyang's eyes sank.
Jiang Banxia looked leisurely at Qinghuan beside Nanyang, and sneered, "After all, this is not the first time you have done this, right?"
This isn't the first time you've put a knife into someone's heart, right
Qing Huan could clearly feel that Nan Yang's back froze instantly.
Immediately, Nan Yang turned his head and took a deep look at Qing Huan's face, as if trying to suppress some emotion in his eyes. She didn't stay silent for a long time, but she quickly retracted her gaze and whispered, "You go upstairs first."
Tomorrow night, Cheng saw some clues and knew that Nanyang needed to deal with some things alone, so he greeted Qi Yi and Qing Huan to go to the elevator first.
When Qing Huan left, she couldn't help but look at Jiang Banxia a few more times. Her intuition told her that this woman liked Nanyang, and it was not an ordinary one. Listening to their few conversations, maybe there is some past between them.
Looking at those gray eyes, it seems to be a mixed-race woman. Could it be when Nanyang was in Australia...
She felt very uncomfortable, but she knew that she should not speak at this time, so she had to head into the elevator with tomorrow night Cheng.
Nanyang turned around and went to a small garden behind the hotel. Jiang Banxia followed behind her, her footsteps still vain.
When he reached a secluded and uninhabited corner, Nanyang stopped and stood beside a dense poplar tree, frowning slightly: "I didn't understand enough to you last time?"
Jiang Banxia squinted her eyes, and there was not the slightest respect in her tone: "You said it very clearly, but so what? I like you, it's not up to you alone, if I want to bother you every day like this, you What can I do? Who told me to know all your secrets, as long as I want, I can immediately let everyone in the world know that you are a monster who has lived for three thousand years, and I can also let my uncle Qinghuan know that three thousand years ago Before, how cruelly you killed her clan, and how cruelly let her die on yours…”
"You really want to talk to me like this?" Nanyang interrupted her coldly, "You are reminding me again and again that only dead people won't reveal my secrets, right?"
"You won't kill me," Jiang Banxia said with confidence, "this is not the chaotic era 3,000 years ago. Now if you kill someone, you will be imprisoned. You have waited for 3,000 years, and you are not willing to live in prison. The remaining decades? Or be a fugitive who lives in the world and can't live in peace for the rest of his life?"
Nanyang was unmoved: "I don't mind adding another unsolved case to the police station's files."
Seeing that the threat had no effect on Nanyang, Jiang Banxia said again: "Nanyang, you never thought about it, maybe she doesn't want to entangle with you in the 99th generation?"
Nanyang listened to Jiang Banxia's increasingly intimidating words, and turned around to leave.
"Nanyang!"
Jiang Banxia stopped her and continued: "Don't you think you are very selfish? Because of your guilt and regret, you used forbidden techniques to bind her soul without authorization. For life? What if she doesn't love you anymore?"
Nanyang's back stopped for a long time without moving.
"Nanyang, you will always be a sinner to her! Without you, she would not have been ruined 3,000 years ago, nor would she have been tragically killed by the sword. Without you, she would not be in bondage in this life. Growing up, she couldn't even decide her own marriage. You do look very affectionate, but unfortunately, who did you touch? It took you three thousand years, but you only touched yourself! You never really gave She has the right to choose. She does seem to love you now, but without you, she would fall in love with other people too, and even live a freer and better life than she does now. You have been pushing her, pushing her There is no turning back, and there is no choice but to love you. Nanyang, don’t you think that you personally created the tragedy of her being shackled for three thousand years? Don’t you think that your existence is a mistake?! "
Your existence is a mistake.
Nanyang's hands clenched tightly into fists, and there was a dull pain in his heart.
In the 98th generation, she seemed to have said the same thing to herself.
Nanyang, your existence is a mistake.
She no longer had the mind to take care of Jiang Banxia who was behind her, and hurried back to the hotel lobby with her head buried in her head. After returning to the hall, she immediately walked to the bathroom on the first floor, entered a compartment in the far corner, and closed the compartment door tightly.
She lifted the toilet lid with trembling fingertips, bent down, and suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.