Qing Huan sat on the sofa for half an hour before realizing that she hadn't turned on the light after entering the door.
When I first came in, there was still a bit of dim moonlight outside the window. At this moment, I don't know if it was blocked by dark clouds, and the room was completely dark. After fumbling for a long time, Qing Huan found her mobile phone. She wanted to turn on the flashlight function to turn on the lights in the living room. After swiping the lock screen, she subconsciously clicked on the WeChat interface first, looking for the only person on the top.
Unfortunately, there are no unreads from her.
It's been almost an hour. She and that half-race woman... have so much to talk about
She sighed softly, wondering if she cared a little too much. In fact, she also understands that in marriage, you should give each other enough trust, and suspicion is definitely the worst kind of grudge. But... Emotions are hard to control most of the time.
She really wanted to take Nanyang as her own. If possible, she would like to hide her and protect her well for the rest of her life, so as not to be coveted by those idle people.
Are you a little sick
Qinghuan got up a little irritably and went to the entrance to find the switch of the living room light. The light from the flash of the mobile phone illuminated the room very brightly. She was in her slippers, and just as she was about to press the switch, the door was suddenly opened.
Nanyang walked in with his eyes down, and put the room card on the shoe cabinet, his face was a little pale, and there was no emotion in his eyes.
"You're back?" Qing Huan naturally stepped forward and helped her take off her coat.
Nan Yang hummed, and obediently took off his jacket on Qing Huan's hand, changed his shoes, and walked to the sofa to pour water, without speaking.
Although she doesn't usually like to talk, Qing Huan can still sense that something is wrong with her.
"What's wrong? You seem... a little unhappy?" Qing Huan asked carefully.
Nanyang took a sip of water, as if he had kept the saliva in his mouth for a while before swallowing it. After a long while, he replied, "No."
Qing Huan pursed her lips and was silent for a while before he hesitated to say, "The woman who was looking for you just now... Is she... your ex...?"
Nanyang's drinking action paused, the water cup was taken down, and she held it between her slender fingers. She said in a deep voice, "No."
"Oh..." Qing Huan's heart was still inexplicably empty.
Nanyang looked at her, paused, and said softly, "I only liked you."
Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, her heart that had been stiff for a second seemed to have been hit softly by something, and it softened into a puddle of water in an instant, and could no longer be hardened. She raised her lips gently, her cheeks were slightly red, and she spoke softly: "I... I only liked you."
Nanyang clenched his fingers holding the water glass.
Qinghuan pursed her lips again, and continued with red ears: "This is the first time I like someone, so I often don't know how to treat you well. I also... I can't handle some of my own thoughts, such as, you I might just be talking with my friends just now, but I was nervous for a long time. I was afraid that if you put your eyes on others, you would not like me so much. Another example... Like now, I can feel that you are not very happy, but I don't know how to comfort you either, I want to know why you're unhappy, and I'm afraid that I'll inquire about your **. I... I don't know what to do, but I think honesty will never No, so I'll tell you all my thoughts. Before you came back, I was scared, and now that you're back, I'm like... a little scared, I..."
"Qing Huan," Nan Yang's voice was a little hoarse, her fingers were rubbing the glass in her hand, and the water surface reflected the chandeliers overhead, flickering, "I was just thinking about a question."
Qing Huan raised her eyes in confusion: "What's the problem?"
Nanyang was silent for a long time, her eyelashes reflected on her lower eyelid, a long shadow cast by the light above her head. She bent down and put down the water glass, her fingers were clenched into the palm of her hand, and when she spoke again, she seemed to have made a great determination:
"I'm wondering... if my presence was a mistake."
Qing Huan opened her eyes wide in surprise, but she didn't understand Nan Yang's words for a while.
"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't get married at the age of twenty-four," Nan Yang's voice was very low, as deep as the secluded lake at the back of the hotel, "You are still in the golden age of an actor, in the future In a few years, you will develop a good career, and maybe in the process of filming, you will meet good-looking boys. You will naturally fall in love with someone at the right time. Without me, without Mei, you would be better than It's much freer now. You like me now, probably because... You're married to me, so you can only like me. Without me, you should have more options and more room for career development "I..." The corners of her lips curved bitterly, "I just suddenly felt that I seemed to be a drag on you."
A drag that has bothered you for three thousand years.
Is what Jiang Banxia said all wrong
Nanyang smiled bitterly.
After listening to Qing Huan, she bit her lip tightly, and a mist of water floated in her eyes.
"No, Nanyang."
She shook her head, a bit choked up in her voice.
"Nanyang, without you, I would not fall in love with anyone."
Qing Huan didn't know why she was crying, but when she said these words, her tears flowed out in disobedience. She said intermittently: "I, I don't know how to tell you, and I also think it's ridiculous... But, but, I have a feeling that in this life... I'm just waiting for you, just waiting for you to appear, after you appear, I just started to allow myself to try to love someone. My sanity has alienated me from you, but I seem to have known for a long time that I was destined to fall in love with you, and I don't know why... I, I just feel, We seem to be together, I'm supposed to be your wife, and you're supposed to be my wife... We... shouldn't we be each other's wives?"
Nanyang looked at Qinghuan absentmindedly.
She suddenly had the illusion that the Qinghuan in front of her was just like the Qinghuan in ancient times standing in front of her wearing modern clothes.
She was about to say the words on the suicide note—
If there is an afterlife, I will allow you to live forever.
This life, this is what I allow you.
There was a gleam of pain in her eyes, and there seemed to be a word that was covered by the fog, wandering and about to come out:
Nanyang, it's not just your regret. That's me too... the dream I've been waiting for for three thousand years.
Her memory is still a blank piece of paper, but her soul has already engraved her love for her into the bone marrow, reincarnation and reincarnation, as long as she appears in front of her, as long as she is willing to extend her hand to herself, she will She has always surrendered to her death.
Qing Huan cried and stepped forward, hugged Nan Yang's waist tightly, buried her face in her white shirt, and her shoulders went up and down. She was afraid that Nanyang would stay away from her because of those wild thoughts, and she was also afraid that her nonsense would scare Nanyang. She didn't know how to keep her, so she could only hug her with all her might.
Nanyang lowered his head and lightly rubbed his long soft curly hair with the tip of his nose. She hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help raising her arms, hugging Qing Huan's back, and touching her hair with her right hand, comforting her.
Qing Huan has always been so tolerant and kind to her.
Three thousand years ago, she easily forgave her own evil deeds. Three thousand years later, she has so easily forgiven the lifelong bondage she had unintentionally caused her.
Nanyang understood what she meant. She is willing to stay by her side now, it is her own choice. Just like the bloody canyon 3,000 years ago. Death is her own choice.
Perhaps, at this point, it is a bit ridiculous to discuss right and wrong.
Right, right and wrong were entangled three thousand years ago. After three thousand years, can you tell whether you owe me more or I owe you more
At least for this second, there is nothing more important than hugging her. She was right in front of his eyes, standing alive, with warm skin and a beating heart. She can still hold her, and that's enough.
Qing Huan hugged Nan Yang's waist in a panic, sobbing and begging:
"You, you don't want me..."
"I didn't want you," Nanyang hugged her arm and tightened it a bit, his voice trembling, "I only want you in this life, Qing Huan."
Qing Huan cried even more fiercely.
They just stood by the window, and there was still a trace of freezing cold air in the window, but it did not affect the warmth between the two people who were hugging tightly. They are like mountains and rivers that embrace rivers, and rivers that support mountains and rivers. The sun, moon, and time change over them. Only wind and frost can erode their years, and no other rain or snow can separate them.
The two vines that are entwined will not think about the question of "if there is no each other".
Because I have you, and you have me.
So are they.
In this world, when there is Nanyang, there is Qinghuan, and when there is Qinghuan, there is Nanyang. Without Nanyang, Qing Huan would have froze to death in that desolate little village street corner at the foot of Beifu Mountain. Without Qinghuan, Nanyang would have died of old age on an ordinary evening three thousand years ago. In the past years, there is no one among them, and the remaining one cannot go through the long three thousand years and reach the modern society that is like a dream.
Two people who were separated by death three thousand years ago now have a chance to stick together, which is a rare and rare gift. She really shouldn't let some groundless assumptions disrupt their relationship.
At least at this moment, I still love you.
And you happen to love me too.
This is enough to support us to go through life together.
Qing Huan just hugged Nanyang and cried, crying for some reason, crying until half of Nanyang's face and neck were full of wet tears.
She shed too many tears.
Nanyang's ears were pierced only today, and before he could apply alcohol, the whole earlobe was wet by Qinghuan's tears. The salty tears flowed into the unhealed wound, stabbing Nanyang very hard, and the pain and itching that could not be ignored came from the ear hole. She couldn't help raising her hand around Qing Huan's back, wanting to touch her earlobe.
And Qing Huan was still crying, and reflexively knocked off Nan Yang's hand that wanted to touch the earlobe.
"Don't touch it, it will, it will get inflamed..." she cried.
Nanyang frowned and murmured softly, "It seems to be inflamed."
"... don't move, let me see."
Qing Huan wiped a handful of tears, lay on Nan Yang's shoulder, pinched her red left ear, and squinted her eyes to take a closer look.
It is indeed more swollen.
Qing Huan realized that there were tears of her own on it, full of guilt, and let go of Nan Yang's waist, "I'll wipe it off with a cotton swab dipped in water first, you wait."
Nanyang didn't let go of Qinghuan, instead, when Qinghuan wanted to leave, he grabbed her back and took her into his arms, letting her lie on his shoulders again.
"… hold on for a while longer."
"you… "
"Hugger for a while."
"But if you don't take a cotton swab to help you clean it up, you might really..."
"Don't be so troublesome," Nanyang half-dazed, his ears getting redder and lower, "...you can lick it off for me."
Qing Huan suddenly opened her eyes, and her ears turned red.
"I..." She stammered and became at a loss.
Nanyang stroked her enchanting curly hair again, and slid his fingertips into the crevices of the hair, gently stroking it with gentle force, and a low, hoarse voice with a cool breath blew past Qinghuan's ears:
"Help me, lick it clean."
Qing Huan could feel her heart beating wildly, and there were repeated strokes from the back of her head, making her even more confused. It was obviously not the most intimate thing they had ever done, but she still couldn't stop her nervousness to the point of suffocating, as if every time she approached Nanyang, her heart would pop out of her chest like now.
Her heartbeat for her never stops.
She finally closed her eyes, held her breath, and leaned forward a little, her dark red lips parted slightly, holding the red earlobe.
Tears left a bitter taste there.
In addition to the saltiness of the tears, I could vaguely taste the sweetness of blood. The soft tongue wraps the hard metal ear studs, and the sharp tip rests on the tip of her sensitive tongue, which is a wonderful collision between the extreme softness and the extreme hardness.
The lips and tongue ironed the soft earlobe little by little, rubbing out the most fascinating scenery. The tip of her nose rubbed against Nanyang's earbone, and the warm breath just happened to be in her lustrous ear sockets. Every time she exhaled, the person in her arms stiffened a bit, but after a few breaths, she could clearly feel a dense layer of goose bumps on Nanyang's side face.
Nan Yang suddenly turned his head away and avoided Qing Huan.
At the moment of dodging, there was an unbroken silver thread hooked on the earlobe.
Qing Huan realized in a trance that the skin of Nan Yang's whole body was red, and even the small piece of chest exposed at the collar of the white shirt was pink.