Just after receiving the certificate, Nan Yang was injured.
It wasn't a car accident or something, it was purely her own fault. When she was walking outside the Civil Affairs Bureau with her marriage certificate, she was in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking about, and she slammed into the transparent glass door as she walked.
Zhu Qinghuan was also a little lost at that time, so he didn't have time to pull her, and when he came back to it, Nanyang had already covered his head and bent down. She hurriedly walked over to take a look, and saw an exaggerated red on Nanyang's forehead, and a big bag, the skin seemed to be cut, and a little blood was seeping out.
"You..." Zhu Qinghuan wanted to help, but she felt that they were not yet familiar enough, so she had to stand aside, "Are you alright?"
Hearing this movement, Sun Xuxue hurried in and held Nan Yang in a panic: "Old... Boss Nan, what's the matter with you? Are you alright?"
Nan Yang rubbed the piece of skin with his index finger, narrowed his eyes in pain, and said only, "I'm fine, look if you broke someone's glass door."
She was covered in internal force protection, and a headbutt was only a skin injury, and the door might be unlucky. Who knows what will happen if the internal force can't be controlled and leaked out.
Sun Xuxue glanced at the door, and when she found a large crack on the door, her face turned pale, and she said anxiously: "You still have the mind to manage the door! Quick, let me take you home, Mr. Mei has a personal doctor!"
Not even a personal doctor.
Facts have proved that Mei Zhongli feels very concerned.
She was almost sent back to the Mei's villa by Sun Xuxue at the same speed as a plane.
After returning to the villa, Nanyang was quickly arranged. She leaned helplessly on the pillow, three doctors in white coats swaying around her in front of her, she felt that her head was at least five layers wrapped, and she could even hear her own echo when she spoke.
Mei Zhongli, Liu Zhen, and Sun Guohui were sitting on the couch five meters away from her. As soon as they heard that something had happened in Nanyang, the three immediately dropped their work and rushed over. Sun Guohui has always been gentle and kind, but at this moment, he scolded Sun Xuxue, who was standing beside him, in a low voice.
It's actually not as serious as they thought. After all, Nanyang was once the head of the Northern Punishment Palace, the largest faction of the martial arts. She was a grandmaster back then, when flying over the eaves and walls was still common, she didn't even walk or touch the ground. Later, in the modern age, she forced herself to get rid of the habit brought by Qinggong, so that she looked less like a floating ghost.
If it wasn't for the brand-new marriage certificate in her hand, how could she have just slammed into a door? But then again, even if the door is smashed, so what? The top hidden weapons of Tangmen back then may not be able to hurt her bones. But no matter what she said, Mei Zhongli and the others couldn't hear a word. Seeing their collapsed appearance as if they were facing an enemy, Nan Yang felt more like he was headshot by Gatlin.
The doctors and Mei Zhongli whispered a few words and left one after another carrying the medicine box.
"Ancestor, it's our negligence that this happened today, we really..." Mei Zhongli was full of guilt.
"I'm really fine." Nanyang interrupted him.
Mei Zhongli was silent for a while, and talked about a piece of news that made Nanyang happy: "You and Zhu girl have already obtained the certificate. I told her that she will move into our villa from today and live with you."
Nan Yang's eyes lit up. Although he didn't speak, Mei Zhongli could read the satisfaction in her eyes.
"She's moving now, or she'll have to come and see you."
"It's okay, don't bother her."
"She should be able to move in at night, but she probably won't be in time for dinner when she comes over."
"..." Nanyang was silent.
Mei Zhongli stood up and saluted Nanyang together with Liu Zhen and Sun Guohui: "Then let's go first, the ancestors have a good rest, and Xu Xue will stay here to take care of you."
"Go." Nanyang replied.
For most of the day, Nanyang was bored and read books for half a day. Sun Xuxue took the trouble to bring her tea and water. Whenever Nanyang took a sip of tea, she would fill it up as soon as possible, and she was not so conscientious in her work.
In the evening, Mei Zhongli personally brought up the meal, saying that Zhu Qinghuan was still on the way, and it might take more than an hour to arrive.
So Nanyang sat on the windowsill after eating, staring at the gate of the villa in a daze.
At nine o'clock, the moving company's car finally came in. Zhu Qinghuan got out of the car and helped the mover move those cardboard boxes. Nanyang watched her carry box after box into the house, as if watching her enter his future bit by bit with his own eyes.
It took more than half an hour to move everything. Zhu Qinghuan looked a little tired. After sending off the mover, he stood alone by the small fountain in the back garden, pacing back and forth, not knowing what he was thinking.
Nanyang asked Sun Xuxue to rest by himself. She went downstairs, rummaged through some ready-to-eat items in the refrigerator, such as ham, canned food, milk, etc., and then went to the back garden to find Zhu Qinghuan with the food she was full of.
I don't know when Zhu Qinghuan sat by the fountain pool, her enchanting curly hair wrapped around her graceful waist. Because of sitting, a small piece of skin was exposed between the jacket and pants at the back waist, white and greasy. Tired and beautiful.
Nanyang walked beside her and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"
Zhu Qinghuan suddenly came back to her senses. She stood up and looked at the cold food in Nanyang's arms. After reacting, she quickly took them down and placed them on the edge of the fountain. She just squeezed the cans. It felt like my fingertips were freezing.
"What are you doing with so much? Isn't it cold?" Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help frowning.
"You shouldn't have had dinner. Eat some."
Zhu Qinghuan pursed her lips, "How do you know I didn't have dinner?"
Nanyang was silent for a moment, then replied, "I'll see you upstairs."
Zhu Qinghuan did not speak.
The two fell into an awkward silence again.
"Your head... Are you all right?" Zhu Qinghuan said actively, "I think the glass has been smashed, and there is blood on the glass slag."
"I'm fine." Nan Yang said softly.
Zhu Qinghuan pursed her lips and said, "Sit down, won't you get dizzy when you stand?"
"Yeah." Nan Yang obediently sat down by the pool, and casually raised his hand to pull one side of his long hair behind his ear, revealing the gauze on his temple.
When she raised her hand, Zhu Qinghuan saw something red on her wrist. She thought it was a tattoo, but when she took a closer look, she realized it was a splattered scar.
Very piercing scars. Such an ugly thing should not appear on this snow-clean woman.
Such a big scar, what kind of injury is it
Nanyang noticed that Zhu Qinghuan was staring at her wrist. She didn't mind her rudeness. Instead, she turned her wrist up, unbuttoned the shirt there, and pulled up two pleats so that Zhu Qinghuan could see clearly. With a faint smile: "Are you curious?"
"You... this is a burn?" Zhu Qinghuan asked tentatively.
"Yeah." Nan Yang nodded, "I used to forge a sword for a person, and it was accidentally injured at that time."
Zhu Qinghuan frowned, zhujian? Why did she hear these two words clearly, but couldn't understand what they meant
"Aren't you going to eat something?" Nanyang asked softly, resting his hand on the edge of the stone fountain.
"Let's eat later, I'm not too hungry now." Zhu Qinghuan's lips ticked, and his tone was gentle, "Do you always care about others like this? Like a bad guy."
Nanyang's eyes curled up: "Am I a bad guy?"
"Well... let's get rid of a bad word," Zhu Qinghuan said to Nanyang, "We don't know each other well. You still remember me and keep smiling at me, aren't you a good person?"
The time she had known Nanyang was really too short. If she could have known her a little more for a few decades, Zhu Qinghuan would have known that Nanyang never smiled in those past years. Because there is no reason for her to laugh. A person who can't laugh, no one will think she is a good person.
Nanyang was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you have someone you like?"
Zhu Qinghuan shook his head: "No."
Nanyang was silent for a while, his voice became much smaller, and his tone was soft and shallow: "Then you... can you try to like me?"
Zhu Qinghuan was obviously stunned. She opened her mouth, and after a while, she whispered, "I don't like women."
Nan Yang tightened his fingers on the edge of the fountain.
"Sorry, I don't look down on people who like women. I just want to tell you the truth, after all, we will live together for a long time in the future, even if you are a stranger to me, I don't want to see you disappointed. I don't like women, and I don't plan to have a relationship, so don't expect anything from me."
Zhu Qinghuan paused and said, "This marriage is not my own, I have no choice but to get the certificate with you. But this is my limit, and you'd better not ask for too much for the rest. In the future, you can find other people you like. I also hope to have my own freedom. We can play in front of the media, but in private, it is best not to have too many interactions. "
Not liking women is actually an excuse. In fact, she hasn't really liked anyone, so she can't tell whether she likes a man or a woman. She just didn't dare to have too much involvement with such a rich person, Mei Zhongli had left her with too much psychological shadow. In front of money, everything she had seemed so insignificant. Her personality, her will, and her dignity were all smaller than ants. She also doesn't want to have any love with such rich people. Rich people love you when they want to love you, and they love others when they don't want to love you. They have this capital. But what do you have
If she can't keep her heart, then she can only be slaughtered by others.
Nanyang lowered his eyes, unable to see the emotions in her eyes.
After a long time, she said softly, "But I like you."
Zhu Qinghuan frowned, puzzled by Nanyang's sudden confession: "We've never met, how could you like me?"
Nanyang raised his eyes to look at her.
"I started to like you a long time ago."
She murmured like a dream.
Zhu Qinghuan was silent, don't look away and think carefully about the meaning of Nanyang's words, thinking that she should have seen herself on TV, when she was in Australia.
"I'm sorry... I may not be able to accept this... "
This kind of love at first sight with a screen is too unreliable. Shallow and frivolous.
Nanyang stared at her for a moment, and said softly, "Qinghuan, look at my face."
Zhu Qinghuan got goosebumps when she heard Nanyang suddenly calling her like that. Most of her friends call her Zhuzhu, the elders like to call her girl, and few people call the last two words of her name. But the woman in front of her, who was not even a friend, suddenly shouted these two words affectionately. It was so intimate that she even had the illusion that before today, Nanyang must have called this name many, many times.
"I... see what you do?" Zhu Qinghuan hugged her arm.
Nan Yang's eyes flashed a gray light, as if restraining something. When she spoke again, the humility in her voice could hardly be hidden: "Am I not good-looking? Why don't you try to like me?"
Nanyang's face can't be described by two words, she is as perfect as a hand-carved art. As an artist who relies on her face to eat, Zhu Qinghuan has to admit that her face is not as good as Nanyang's. Not only her, but even in the entertainment industry where beauties gather, she can't find five senses better than Nanyang's. Sophisticated woman. However, does she have to like her to look good? Zhu Qinghuan was a little scared by the way she seemed to love her so badly, and the unreasonable feelings made people unable to guess the hidden motive behind it.
The friendliness in Zhu Qinghuan's eyes slowly faded, and his voice became much lighter: "I don't think your mind is very clear."
Nanyang saw the coldness and alienation in her eyes, the kind of alienation that he was too lazy to cover up with etiquette.
Nanyang suddenly smiled.
It was the first time that Zhu Qinghuan saw her smile so wide, revealing part of her white teeth and a small pear vortex on her lips. When she laughed, even the curvature of her nose was beautiful.
However, she was clearly smiling, but the bitterness in her eyes could not be concealed.
"I'm sorry." When Nan Yang apologized, she stopped smiling, and she regained her cold and cold face, "I may have lost my head."
Seeing Nanyang like this, Zhu Qinghuan felt a little softer.
"Otherwise, we can be ordinary friends." She compromised.
Nanyang shook his head, still trying his best to maintain a gentle tone: "You don't have to force yourself. I am indeed... not very popular."
Zhu Qinghuan wanted to say something, but Nanyang stood up and whispered to her: "Remember to eat, it's cold at night, don't stand here for too long."
After speaking, Nan Yang turned around and left. She walked very slowly, her back was drawn long by the moonlight, and she looked lonely and beautiful.
Zhu Qinghuan looked at Nanyang who was slowly walking away, and suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart. She clearly felt that she had done nothing wrong, but she was still very guilty, guilty for no reason.