It was still raining heavily outside the window, sometimes frantically, sometimes sparsely, with no tendency to stop. In the middle of the night, there was still a faint sound of thunder in the sky, and the dull sound of rumbling kept hitting the heart of the sleeper, making people feel depressed in their dreams.
Qing Huan only slept lightly for an hour before being woken up by the sound of thunder outside. She got up from the bed lightly, went to the table and poured herself a glass of water, squinted her eyes in distress, and drank it slowly.
Nanyang was still in a deep sleep on the bed, lying on his side with his back to the window, with his right arm curled up under his neck, his left hand holding the rattle he gave her, and the small drumstick tied by the rope naughty She entered the open neckline of her nightgown and buried herself in that arc of snow-white softness.
Qing Huan put down the cup and quietly walked in front of Nan Yang.
She stared at her for a while, then bent down suddenly, grabbed Nan Yang's left hand as gently as possible, and carefully untied the gauze that had ruffled edges, and removed it circle by circle.
The back of the hand covered by the gauze was an obvious wound cut by the glass. The wound was very deep, and it didn't look like it was accidentally scratched. When I came back, it was raining, the ointment adhered to the gauze, and a lot of blood leaked out again.
Qing Huan bit her lip, her eyes glowing wet.
After a long while, she just sighed, found the medicine box she carried with her, and found the cephalosporin. Peel off a few, wrap them in paper and crush them, then carefully sprinkle the cephalosporin powder on the horrible wound. After spreading it, she took out a new roll of gauze, gently bandaged Nanyang properly, and carefully put her hand back on the rattle.
Nanyang's eyelashes trembled in the dark night, and then he moved his left hand back without a trace, and held the hand that Qing Huan was about to withdraw.
Qing Huan was taken aback, "You, are you awake?"
"I woke up a long time ago," Nanyang opened his eyes, light brown eyes reflecting the dim night, as warm as a bowl of tea, "I know you will help me re-bandage in the middle of the night, so I haven't fallen asleep."
Qing Huan's face blushed: "Nonsense, how would you know."
Nanyang hooked his lips, didn't answer, just pulled Qing Huan and let her lie down in his arms. The rattle was casually placed and placed beside the bird water whistle on the bedside table.
"There is one hand without a bag." Qing Huan turned her head, her eyelashes caught Nanyang's chin by surprise.
Nanyang's chin was itchy, and he lowered his head and rubbed Qinghuan's hair with his chin, "Wait for you to help me pack it, now hold it for a while."
Qing Huan's heart trembled, buried her head in the nightgown on Nan Yang's shoulders, and wrapped her arms tightly around her thin waist.
Because Nanyang carried her up temporarily, the two of them are now next to the edge of the bed, Nanyang hugged Qinghuan's waist, lifted her up, and asked, "Squeeze or not?"
"Don't squeeze." Qing Huan shook her head. When she shook her head, the tip of her nose rubbed against Nan Yang's chest, sweeping away like a small brush of warm breathing.
"It's fine if it's not crowded." Nanyang paused and said slowly, "I've searched for the 'sleeper' you mentioned. It looks very narrow in the picture. According to the director, he only gave us a sleeper ticket. For three days, we're bound to be squeezed into the same cot."
"It's okay, you're very thin." Qing Huan meant that the two of them could lie down completely.
Nanyang was stunned for a moment, and repeated uncertainly, "I'm feeling it?"
"Well, thin."
Only 92 pounds, it must be considered thin.
Nanyang couldn't help but glanced at the rattle on the bedside table and asked hesitantly, "Is it because I like that kind of childish thing? Or... Because I like eating candied haws?"
Qing Huan didn't understand what she was asking, and was inexplicable: "What?"
"I don't quite understand this..." Nanyang lowered his eyes in embarrassment, "but sometimes I see people being called 'shou' on the Internet, and they seem to be very angry. When you say 'shou', you mean that I don't okay?"
Qing Huan blinked in confusion, "Which shou are you talking about?"
"Isn't it the accepted 'subject'?"
Qing Huan was even more confused, "No, I'm talking about fat and thin 'skinny'."
Nanyang was stunned, and after a while, he said oh.
Only then did Qing Huan realize that Nan Yang was thinking about something messy, and burst out laughing, "How did you think of it?"
Nanyang closed his mouth and stopped talking.
"Okay, even if you say you suffer, it doesn't mean you are bad," Qing Huan explained patiently, "This is not a curse word, you are someone who needs to be served, and when you say what you suffer... In fact, it is to praise you for your nobleness, Because only noble people are accustomed to others serving her, so to suffer means nobility."
"Is that so?" Nanyang frowned, she somehow felt that Qing Huan was coaxing her as a fool.
"That's it, don't listen to the nonsense of those people on the Internet, and definitely don't force yourself to stop eating candied haws and play whatever you like because of this. You can do whatever you want."
"… Um."
Nanyang nodded.
Qing Huan was silent for a while, and then said: "I won't ask you about things you don't want to say, but I'm a little worried about whether your current state is suitable for you to continue participating in variety shows. After all, the journey is still long and the schedule is intensive. I don't want you to endure anything silently just to accompany me."
"It's okay, I can continue to accompany you."
Nanyang hugged her tightly, the words she said to herself three thousand years ago flashed in his mind.
- Master, how about you accompany me to walk all over this wonderful mountain and river
She has to make up for it all.
If she can't be sure how long she can live, then she can't let this regret that has been lingering for three thousand years continue to become a regret.
"Then... If you have any inconvenience, just tell me at any time, don't force it alone, okay?" Qing Huan touched her back.
Nanyang didn't say good or bad, and only replied softly:
"I see."
Qing Huanquan took her waist tightly when she acquiesced, and couldn't help but spit out the words that had been hidden in her heart for a long time:
"I originally thought that as long as I could be with you, I wouldn't want anything anymore. But I just found out in the past two days that I'm still very greedy. I not only hope that we can be together forever, but also that I can help the little one. Yi and Ah Cheng, maybe, can help Ziyan and Teacher Bai again. I hope everyone is well and can live happily. Do you think... I'm so annoying and a lot of nosy? "
"No." Nanyang replied accommodatingly, "If you want to help, we will help."
"Well," Qing Huan shrank deeper into her arms, "Actually, to tell you the truth... I'm a little selfish."
Nanyang followed her words and asked, "What selfishness?"
"I hope that after helping them, they can really connect with us," Qing Huan smiled. "In this way, you may be able to have a few more friends."
Nanyang was silent for a moment, then hesitated a bit: "You... are you trying to help me make friends?"
"Yeah," Qing Huan admitted generously, "you have everything, money, status, a wife, and maybe children in the future. But you don't have any friends, only A Cheng, she also said that you What is 'grandfather's love'. I know you don't like to make friends, but... In life, it's really a beautiful thing to have a few friends who can have dinner and go shopping together. Think about it, If the two of us quarrel in the future, you can still go to your friends, catch a fish, have a meal, and complain about the wayward and bad wife at home. I'm not trying to decide for you on my own, I just want to put the future The road is paved for you. If one day you need to talk to someone other than me, there will always be someone who is willing to listen. I... I just hope that I can give you the best things."
Nanyang gritted his teeth and resisted the sourness in his eyes. He firmly engraved Qing Huan's words into his mind, opened them and smashed them into pieces. She was glad that she had chosen to wait for three thousand years, and she was even more glad that the person she was waiting for was the person in front of her.
After she pondered these words several times, she tasted something different.
"You said, in the future we..." Nan Yang's heart beat faintly accelerated when he said this, "Will there be children?"
Qing Huan rubbed her long black hair, and said angrily, "Don't you, the Mei family, want an heir?"
Nanyang fell silent, his throat slipped, and he swallowed a little saliva.
"But I'm afraid it won't work in the next two years," Qing Huan blushed, "I have to work for another two years, and the notices from the company will be scheduled for the next year. Start preparing for pregnancy."
"Perhaps... it's not necessarily your birth."
"You are thirty-five years old, do you want to give birth? Medically, it should be called an advanced maternal age."
"… my body isn't that bad."
"That doesn't work either. You're old, as long as you're healthy. I'm still young, so let me do this kind of thing."
"… "
Nanyang didn't speak for a long time.
The air was silent for a while before she spoke softly: "It's far away."
Qing Huan smiled helplessly: "Indeed, it's too far."
They have been married for less than half a year, and nothing is stable at the moment. It is indeed too early to talk about children.
The two chatted a lot piece by piece.
Unconsciously, the sky seemed to be brighter, but the rain was still falling. The cold and rainy weather outside the window made the inside of the house feel warm and comfortable. The two of them were lying on the soft big bed hugging each other. The quilt was half uncovered. Sleep late in bed.
The two chatted, and at some point, they naturally approached each other and started to kiss, and the air was filled with wet ambiguity. Qing Huan was still the one who took the initiative, pressing on Nan Yang's body, kissing and saying something to tease her.
Nanyang just hugged her dotingly, asking for anything, never resisting.
They hadn't slept well that night, and there was a bit of noise in the morning, and they didn't go to sleep until most of the people got up. Qing Huan hugged Nan Yang in her arms, bit her strands of black hair and fell asleep in a daze.
Nanyang didn't fall asleep, she put her pillow on Qing Huan's shoulder and stared at the rain outside the gap in the curtains.
After a long time, she withdrew her gaze and looked at the round ruby spread on Qing Huan's collarbone.
The mottled ancient jade she gave her at that time.
The ten engravings on the jade are stained with the wind and frost of the years, deep and shallow, shallow and deep. I don't know if it is a blessing that has been precipitated for thousands of years, or a curse engraved in the cycle of fate.
May you be like Liang Shangyan, and see each other year after year.
Years old.
See you.