Eight in the morning.
Qing Huan woke up, moved her thigh a little, and felt pain all over her body, especially in an indescribable place. She took a small breath, turned her head, and looked at the woman beside her who chose to stay in bed after the six o'clock point.
Nanyang slept on her stomach and was not wearing any clothes. The quilt only covered her back waist.
On the top of the thick cotton quilt is a slender waist, and two delicate waist pockets are evenly dotted on the soft and tough part. Further up, it is a smooth outline like jade, with undulating lines, like mountains and seas. Carefully stretched out his hand, and his fingertips slowly stroked the cold and delicate skin, as if the moonlight was walking through the snow, with the fit and harmony of the wind and dance.
Qing Huan caressed her naked back seriously, turned her eyes inadvertently, and caught a few ibuprofen scattered on the bedside table.
Reminds me of last night.
Nanyang was very gentle to her, so gentle that it was her first time, but the two words she said most to Nanyang were "strength". It turns out that things like going to bed, whether it's the active one or the enjoyment one, can be very addictive. For the first time, she knew that her body could still have such a wonderful rhythm, the feeling of being pushed to a critical point and about to break, which made her instantly understand why Nanyang, who is so indifferent, can't help crying. Voice.
She was not satisfied with the meat, and pestered Nanyang, asking her to ask for herself, again and again.
She was so involved that she completely forgot that Nanyang's hand still had hidden problems. Nanyang saw her craving, so he couldn't use his left hand, so he could only use his missing right hand. During the process, Nanyang sweated a lot, and her eyes were always entangled with broken sex and pain, but she hid it well, and when she couldn't suppress the pain, she just didn't turn her head away so that Qing Huan could not see her expression, saying a dull sentence. Hum has never been issued.
After it was over, Nan Yang silently took out ibuprofen from the drawer next to her, and Qing Huan discovered her abnormality.
Her right hand couldn't even bend her fingers, it was trembling nervously, the water on her fingertips reflected the cool night, swaying violently like a dying fish.
Qinghuan was so distressed that she hugged her and kept saying sorry. Nanyang just touched her sweat-soaked curly hair and said softly, "It's all my fault, my hands are bad."
Qing Huan hurriedly said: "You are not bad, you are good everywhere."
Nanyang was silent for a while and said, "I will exercise my left hand well in the future."
"It's okay," Qing Huan hugged her tightly and buried her hot face in her shoulder, "I... I can move by myself."
Nanyang still looked very guilty, staring at his right hand for a long time without speaking.
The innocent eyes staring at her right hand, Qing Huan just glanced at it, and she will never forget it for the rest of her life.
So sad, and so distressing.
She pulled the quilt up to cover Nan Yang's back, rubbed her fingertips in a circle, and stuffed the corners of the quilt. Although she is still a little unwell, she has to get up now. Nanyang wakes up in a while and must have breakfast.
Qing Huan got dressed, washed, and packed up the leftover lunch boxes and vegetables on the table last night, put them in a large garbage bag and carried them out. When the door was closed, she thoughtfully hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door handle to prevent the cleaning aunt from entering by mistake and disturbing the rest of the people inside.
There is a morning market on the pedestrian street next to the hotel, and various special breakfasts are bustling with stalls. The pedestrian street in the ancient city is very down-to-earth. Rao is in such a prosperous road section, and the decoration is still simple and simple. The long chimney poked out, blowing white smoke one after another. Below the chimney were scattered small tables. Many early shift workers sat on low benches and ate together in twos and threes. Hu spicy soup and Rou Jia Mo.
Qing Huan went to buy soy milk and fried dough sticks. When she went to another store to buy Xiao Long Bao, she unexpectedly met Qi Yi and Ming Wan Cheng who were having breakfast there.
Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng both turned their backs to her, and no one noticed her coming. She walked over quietly with a smile on her face, and heard from a distance that Cheng was reciting ancient poems for Qi Yi in the evening.
Qi Yi lowered his head, holding a bun in one hand and a red pen in the other, marking an assignment written by Cheng Cheng tomorrow night.
"Xiao Yi, A Cheng." Qing Huan greeted them.
The two turned their heads at the same time, and Cheng Cheng's originally sad little face immediately smiled tomorrow night: "Master? Are you here for breakfast too?"
"No, I'll take it back to eat." Qing Huan pointed in the direction of the hotel, indicating that Nan Yang was not following.
Qi Yi pulled a small bench, "Come and sit for a while."
"No more sitting," Qing Huan shook her head, "If you go back late, things will be covered in damp."
"Hey, you really put your Nan boss at ease," Qi Yi pushed the gold glasses on the bridge of his nose, "then we won't leave you anymore, thank you for the specialties you sent last night, very good eat."
Tomorrow night Cheng nodded desperately with a bun in his mouth: "Well, it's delicious!"
Qi Yi added: "By the way, I have nothing to do today. Let's go shopping in the supermarket together in the afternoon? After all, we will be on the train in two days. For the three-day and two-night journey, we must buy something to prepare. Me and Ah Cheng was going to go shopping this afternoon yesterday, do you want to go together?"
"Okay," Qing Huan agreed without hesitation, "I'll go back and ask Nanyang later, if she wants, I'll be fine."
"Okay, then you can go back." Qi Yi waved to her.
"Be careful, both of you. Ah Cheng is an artist after all, so be careful not to be recognized."
Qi Yi smiled.
"To tell you the truth, we've been sitting here for an hour," Qi Yi clicked, looking at the depressed Ming Wancheng with pity, "No one recognizes her."
Cheng is not famous tomorrow night. The filming of "God Dance" is finished, but unfortunately it has not yet been released. There is no scene of her in the announcement of "Honeymoon Together". She really can't attract the attention of passers-by now.
"It's you," Qi Yi looked at Qing Huan, "Big star, if you stand here a little longer, it's hard to say."
Qing Huan stopped chatting, simply said goodbye, and returned to the hotel with the hot morning.
When entering the door, Nanyang was brushing her teeth in the bathroom. As soon as the door opened, she could smell the aroma of the rice keenly, and glanced over at Qinghuan with her toothbrush in her hand.
"In the afternoon, let's go shopping with Xiaoyi Acheng to buy something to eat on the train, okay?" Qing Huan asked.
Nanyang hummed obediently.
"I heard that the Big Wild Goose Pagoda Square is very interesting. I checked it. It is only two kilometers away from our hotel. Would you like to go shopping in the afternoon?"
"Um."
After Nanyang finished washing, he walked to the table and sat down, watching Qing Huan put breakfast in front of him little by little.
"Does your hand still hurt?" Qing Huan looked at her right hand resting on her knee.
Nanyang shook his head.
Although she shook her head, Qing Huan still didn't let her take the chopsticks, but fed her it herself. Nanyang was a little resistant at first, and seemed to think it was very inappropriate, but Qinghuan gave her an angry look, and she didn't say anything anymore. She just opened her mouth to eat what Qinghuan fed.
After breakfast, both of them were still a little tired, so they lay on the bed and rested.
Nanyang was leaning against the bedside to watch the Kindle, and Qing Huan was playing with her mobile phone in her arms. The two of them chatted from time to time, not embarrassed when they were silent, but a different feeling of comfort.
When the time was almost up, Qing Huan went to the sink to put on makeup, and Nan Yang also began to put on clothes.
Everything is in order.
When Nanyang was buttoning the white shirt, his eyebrows suddenly shook violently, his body shook violently, his fingertips slipped, and his fingernails almost cut through the skin.
here we go again…
why…
Why at this time
Nanyang clenched his teeth tightly, dizzy in front of his eyes, and hurriedly propped himself up by the bed to prevent himself from falling down. She took a deep breath, enduring the severe pain in her heart, and forgot to breathe for a long time.
After a long while, she stood up with difficulty and walked slowly to the door of the bathroom.
"Light joy."
She controlled the trembling in her voice.
Qing Huan was drawing her eyeliner attentively, without looking at Nan Yang's expression, she only replied, "What's wrong?"
"Would you be unhappy if you were asked to buy things with Ah Cheng and the others alone?"
Nanyang's tone was very careful.
Qing Huan lowered her head and closed the lid of the eyeliner, and replied casually, "Didn't you agree to go? Of course I want to be with you."
"… Um."
Nanyang pursed his lips and said nothing more.
After Qinghuan was ready, they held hands and went downstairs to meet Qi Yiming in the evening. A few people put on masks and went to the nearest Yonghui supermarket to make purchases, and then went to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda Square two kilometers away to play.
Nanyang was wearing a mask, showing only a pair of eyes with no emotion. Maybe she was so indifferent in normal times, so everyone didn't notice any difference in her today.
But soon, Qing Huan realized that something was wrong with her.
Nanyang has been touching his left chest with his hands intentionally or unintentionally. Sometimes his fingers will stay in his heart for a while, and sometimes he will leave after rubbing lightly.
Qing Huan picked up a pack of compressed biscuits and put them in the shopping cart, looked at Nan Yang suspiciously, and asked her in a low voice, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine."
Nanyang replied calmly.
Tomorrow night, Cheng slowly came over with a cart of snacks, with a smile on his face: "Master, Patriarch, what else do you want to buy?"
"To buy so many snacks, you have to use a sack to carry the train on your back, right?" said with a smile.
"Take these back for a while, and distribute them to you and Teacher Ziyanbai," Cheng was lying on the shopping cart tomorrow night, dangling around like a child, "I will distribute it to the other girls and sisters in the program group, they plan Preparing for the game is hard work."
"You are really fraternity." Qi Yi came over with a Wahaha and threw it to the top of the shopping cart.
Qing Huan smiled and turned to ask Nan Yang, "Look, what else do you want to buy? Motion sickness pills, hats, sunglasses, etc."
Nanyang shook his head.
"Then we'll go to the checkout, put things in the car, and go to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda Square."
As Qing Huan said that, she pushed up the shopping cart and walked towards the cashier. After only two steps, the hand holding the shopping cart was held down by another slender hand.
She looked at Nanyang who was holding her, "what's the matter?"
"I... have something to do, so I can't accompany you."
When Nan Yang spoke, her voice was a little blurred. She habitually bit her tongue under forbearance, and her mouth was now bloody.
By now, it was her limit.
"What's the matter?" Qing Huan asked subconsciously.
Nanyang's throat slipped up and down, and others thought she had swallowed saliva, but no one knew that she swallowed a mouthful of blood.
"Private business."
She can't say any more words now.
Qing Huan frowned, her eyes were a little lost, but she also said, "Okay, then... When are you coming back?"
"… night."
"Well, then I'll go with Ah Cheng and the others. You are alone, pay attention to safety, and call me if you have anything."
"Um."
Qing Huan glanced at her one last time, her eyes still a little confused, but Nan Yang said it was a private matter, so he obviously didn't want to let him ask any more questions. She understands that no matter how intimate the relationship is, it is necessary to leave private space for the other party, so she stopped asking questions, forced herself to focus on the next itinerary, and caught up with the footsteps of Cheng and Qi Yi tomorrow night.
Nanyang watched her go to the cash register, walked silently through the no-shopping passage, avoided the elevator they would pass by, and went downstairs step by step from the safe passage.
From the mall, she took a taxi. The master asked her where she was going, and she asked the master in return which hospital was the closest to here. The master said it was Haojing City Hospital, she said, then go here.
On the way past the taxi, she sent a message to Sun Xuxue, asking her to come to Haojing immediately and go to the city hospital to find herself.
After arriving at the destination, she paid the master as usual, got out of the car with her back straight, took off her mask, and walked into the gate of the city hospital.
Just one step closer to the door.
She finally let go of the inner breath that she had been holding for two hours, and knelt down on one knee, her right hand spasmed violently, her left hand tightly covered her heart, and dreadful blood spilled from her nose and corners of her lips.
His shoulders, which had always been upright, swayed and fell down softly, like the collapse of a mountain and a broken statue of a god. The blood gushing from her nose and mouth quickly spread, swallowing her, who was already paralyzed on the ground, into the endless darkness. The bright red wet marks madly climbed onto her snow-white shirt, like countless pairs of bloody withered hands sticking out from hell, dragging her, dragging her, and pulling her into the abyss of eternal night.