During the meal, the atmosphere at the table was somewhat awkward.
Nanyang has returned to her expressionless cold face, but her eyes are still red, and her right hand holding the chopsticks is shaking. Qing Huan's face turned even redder, no matter what, it was always embarrassing to be smashed by her mother to kiss someone else.
Zhu Jun didn't know what just happened, and kept calling them to eat: "Girl, why are you in a daze? Your mother made the bacon specially for you, try it quickly. Boss Nan also eats it, we don't know if you like it. What to eat, I won't give you random recommendations, you can taste them all, and eat more if you like."
Yu Fengli is a middle-aged person in her forties, and she is not surprised by this kind of thing. It is normal for young people to like to kiss and hug. She also persuaded the dishes as usual: "Hurry up and eat, my skills are very good, this girl's cooking skills are all taught by me. I heard that Boss Nan likes to eat her cooking, she is far worse than me. Well, try what I made and see if it's hundreds of times better than what she made."
"… Um."
Nanyang put his chopsticks toward a plate of sweet and sour meatballs, clamped them in the air, and the meatballs slipped out of the chopsticks and bounced back into the plate. Her hands were shaking more and more, and when she went to clip it again, she couldn't even hold the card.
Qing Huan immediately took the chopsticks to help her hold it, and said to Feng Li, "Mom, prepare some wooden chopsticks next time. These kinds of metal chopsticks are too slippery, and her hands are inconvenient."
"Yo, I feel sorry for you, when have you ever felt so sorry for me and your father?" Yu Fengli said sourly.
Zhu Jun smiled and took a bottle of white wine from under the table, took two wine glasses from the tray, and handed one to Nanyang: "Don't take offense, Boss Nan, come, have two glasses?"
Qing Huan immediately said, "Dad, she can't drink."
"What's the matter?" Zhu Jun looked at Nanyang caringly, "The liver is not very good, or have you taken cephalosporin?"
"Neither," Qing Huan replied again for Nan Yang, "She's not good at drinking, she might get hives after drinking it. Don't make her drink too much."
Zhu Jun is a native of Northeast China and is used to drinking two glasses at the dinner table, but after hearing what his daughter said, he could only put the bottle back in angrily.
Yu Fengli tutted twice: "Girl, you are too protective of your wife, I really didn't see that you are eleven years younger than Boss Nan." She turned her face to look at Nan Yang again, and smiled gently, "However, Nan The boss looks really young, and it stands to reason that you should be only nine years younger than me, but it makes people think that you are a little younger than our girl."
Nanyang is indeed smaller than Qinghuan now.
Her appearance and body are fixed at 20 years old. Now Qing Huan is 24 years old. To a certain extent, she is indeed four years younger than Qing Huan.
Twenty years old may be called "old age" in ancient times. After all, Qinghuan was only seventeen years old at that time, and sixteen or seventeen was already an age to marry. However, the modern age of 20 is really too young. She is only two years older than Ming Wancheng. Tomorrow Wancheng's face is still childish, and how can her face become mature.
If Qing Huan couldn't remember her again, the age on the ID card would be dragged on for a few years, and it would be over forty.
But... when will she remember herself
Nanyang weakly held the chopsticks in his handshake, full of confusion about the unknown.
Although Qing Huan has not recovered her memory, they are already together, and their days are going well. Qing Huan also seems to have returned to the way she was three thousand years ago. She will take care of herself just as she was three thousand years ago, cook for herself gently and patiently, help herself to block all the small difficulties, and like to look at herself badly. cry. Except that she has no memory, she seems to be the old her.
She is already her, but she can't remember their past.
Nanyang has been avoiding this problem subconsciously recently, and is unwilling to think about the crux of it. But the problem is there, she will have to face it eventually. If Qing Huan really can't remember herself, then she will not grow old in this life, and they will still experience life and death again.
This is already the ninety-ninth life. If there is no result in this life, what should we do in the next life
Can she still sense Qinghuan's next life
if…
If she can no longer sense it, and she is still immortal, how will she go on alone in those endless times in the future
Qing Huan noticed that Nan Yang was in a trance, and after filling her bowl with three sweet and sour balls, she tapped the edge of the porcelain bowl with metal chopsticks: "Don't be in a daze, eat."
"… Um."
Nanyang restrained his thoughts and focused on the meal in front of him.
After a meal, Nanyang basically didn't say a word, and quietly ate half a bowl of rice and the piles of vegetables that Qinghuan gave her. Yu Fengli's craftsmanship is really good. She eats attentively and doesn't care about chatting with Zhu Jun. Another, she has always followed the ancient adage "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep." It has been an unchanging rule for thousands of years to keep your mouth shut while eating and sleeping. Plus, she had some thoughts that she couldn't get out of tonight.
After eating, Qing Huan took Nan Yang back to the bedroom. This time, she wisely dropped the lock.
Qing Huan quickly found that something was wrong with Nan Yang after the meal. She called her twice, but Nan Yang didn't hear it.
Nanyang sat where he had just sat before going out for dinner, staring quietly at the night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Qing Huan sat beside her, held her cold fingers, and called her again, "Nanyang?"
"...Huh?" Nanyang came back to his senses and looked at the charming woman beside him.
"What are you thinking?" Qing Huan asked her, tilting her head.
Nanyang was silent for a moment, then replied softly, "Think of some past events."
Qing Huan looked at the floor, and after a while, she asked in a low voice, "Can you tell me?"
Nanyang pursed his lips and said nothing.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Qing Huan hurriedly said: "I didn't want to spy on your **, I just..." She sighed angrily, forcing herself to finish the rest of the sentence, "I just regret that your past thirty I haven't been involved in five years, I... want to know what you've been through in the past, I'm curious about how you used to be."
"The way I used to be..." Nanyang clenched his right hand, feeling the pain of the missing muscles and bones in his right wrist, frowning, "...you still don't know."
Qing Huan looked at her cold profile for a long time, and didn't speak for a long time.
When he spoke again, there was already bitterness in his voice: "...is it related to another girl?"
another girl
Nanyang lowered his eyes, as if there appeared in front of him that soft and beautiful girl who liked to wear a long moon white dress.
From time immemorial to now, only her.
No matter in the past full of grievances and hatreds, or in the flashy and noisy modern times, she is the Qinghuan who loves herself like her life. And in his long life, he has never been willing to surrender to her alone.
Nanyang was in a trance again.
Seeing her not answering for a long time, Qing Huan felt a pain in her heart.
She was full of the words Nanyang said - "I've only liked you alone."
Is she really alone
Nanyang is not a teenage girl, let alone a young woman in her early twenties, she is already thirty-five years old. In the unknown thirty-five years in the past, has there really been no one who made her heart move
She never mentioned a thing to anyone.
Nanyang is not a virgin.
In fact, she is not paranoid in this regard, and she has never thought that a person's normal behavior is a stain on this person. Sometimes when faced with people who are so demanding that their partner must be a virgin, she will persuade them to let go of their inherent prejudice. Times are developing, and that kind of thing is as normal as eating.
But when it really happened to herself, she was still sluggish for a while.
She didn't dislike anything. She was just jealous, so jealous that she went crazy for a while.
She has seen Nanyang's cold face stained with **, so enchanting and beautiful, like a gorgeous flower that blooms only once in a lifetime. As she watched her beige eyes that were about to burst into tears, her unobstructed fingertips were receiving a cruel reprieve.
She couldn't help but think, who else has seen Nanyang's appearance
Her first bloom under whose hands
Who has she cried so vulnerable in front of whom
This piece of snow, after all, not only melted into water in the palm of one's own hand. How could she be willing? Such a beautiful person, such a rare and magnificent scenery in the world, has been appreciated by another person, how could she not care at all
If you really love someone, even if she looks at others, she will be crazy about it.
But the past is over, no matter how obsessed she is, she can't erase the existence of that old friend.
If he is already destined to be unable to hold her past, then he will clench the woman now. No matter what, she belongs to her from now on and can never be changed.
"Nanyang."
She calls her name.
Nanyang blinked, "... huh?"
Qing Huan's voice was more frivolous than the night outside the window: "Do you want to do it tonight?"
Nan Yang was stunned for a moment, before pulling out of his deep memories for a long time, and reacting to Qing Huan's too straightforward words, his voice was a little slow, "...the next door is your parents."
This is inappropriate.
"It's okay," Qing Huan looked at her, and the smile on the corner of her lips was as bewildering as usual, "Anyway, you don't usually like to make a sound."
Nanyang pursed his lips, but unexpectedly did not accommodate her this time: "I have to shoot tomorrow, forget it."
Qing Huan has been filming in Zang Zuo for several days in a row. Before today, she spent two nights without sleep in the crew. She will be in the variety show group again tomorrow. I don't know what kind of physical games are waiting for her. It is more appropriate to let her rest tonight.
After being politely rejected twice, Qing Huan did not continue to ask.
"Then let's sleep."
"Um."
In fact, it was only after nine o'clock, far from the sleep time they were used to. However, Qing Huan had been tired for several days, and Nan Yang also wanted her to sleep a little longer. After all, she had to catch a flight to Haojing tomorrow morning.
After washing up, the two turned off the lights and went to bed.
Nanyang didn't lie down and she wasn't sleepy, so she leaned against the bedside and read her notebook. This notebook is full of the home-cooked recipes that Qing Huan taught her. She has memorized a lot in the past month, and she takes it out to review it from time to time. Although I still can't make big dishes, I can already make many simple side dishes like scrambled eggs and cold dishes.
It has become her recent habit to watch it every night before going to bed.
Qing Huan curled up beside Nan Yang, clinging to her waist. Because Nanyang was sitting, she hugged Nanyang's thigh like a bear doll. Nanyang obediently raised his thighs a little so that she could hold them more comfortably.
Nanyang thought that Qinghuan was asleep, her legs were a little numb, but she didn't move.
But Qing Huan kept her eyes open from an angle she couldn't see, without any sleepiness.
Nanyang has always accommodated himself. No matter what he asks, she agrees. Why does he refuse her request today
She clenched the arms around Nanyang's thighs tightly, and couldn't stop thinking about what Nanyang said just now—
"...thinking about the past."
Will those past events make her temporarily lose interest in having sex with herself