"Old Ancestor..." Cheng was at a loss tomorrow night. She and Nanyang suffered differently. She only had pain in her five internal organs, while Nanyang had to bleed a lot every time in addition to heartache. She didn't know what to do. , "I'll call Xu Xue over immediately!"
Nanyang half-dazed, his pupils slid to the corner of his eyes, glanced at tomorrow night's anxious expression, and said softly, "No need."
"Can you make it through?" Tomorrow night Cheng was very worried, he was still recording the show, and he had to go back to the table to face the camera in a while.
"… fine."
Nanyang used her internal breath to forcibly control her body that was about to collapse. The blood in her body could not be released, and the pain began to bite back. Except for the tearing feeling from her heart, every inch of her skin began to ache. She didn't dare to open her eyes to look at it, for fear that when she looked again, those skins would be torn to shreds like a cracked earth after a long drought.
The last time I got sick was just two days ago.
In the past three thousand years, the frequency of her disease has been about once a month, there may be a difference of a few days, but it will definitely not be as frequent as it is now. The body cracking again and again seems to indicate something. She can feel this kind of foreshadowing. She understands better than anyone that even if she can survive this time by luck, the next time she falls, she may never wake up. coming.
End of the road.
Nanyang thought, as the patriarch of Ming Wancheng, he should have told her about this, so that she would not be overwhelmed by such a situation when Princess 99 was born. She told Ming Wancheng in the simplest and most concise language possible that if the ninety-ninth generation could not restore their memories, they would most likely collapse and die prematurely.
After Cheng Cheng heard it tomorrow night, his first reaction was not what he should do, but anxious about Nanyang's current situation.
"Ancestor, what do you mean, your body is seriously exhausted now?" Tomorrow night was full of surprise, "How could this be?! You, you and your master have only been married for such a short time, how, how did you become like this? How can it be like this?"
Yes, after waiting for three thousand years, in exchange for being together for just a few months, how could you treat them like this
"Mei Zhongli and the others can't find a way to restore Master's memory?" Tomorrow night Cheng was so anxious that he was about to cry, "Can I just wait so dryly for her to think about it? If she can't remember it all the time , do we just watch you die like this?? Is there really no way? Impossible, old ancestor, impossible, right?"
Nanyang didn't speak, wiped the blood stains from his lips with a tissue, carefully folded them, and held them in his hands.
No matter how Cheng asked tomorrow night, the facts were there.
No one knew what was the opportunity for Qing Huan to regain his memory. In other words, no one in this world knows what is the opportunity for the 99th to restore his memory under this forbidden technique. They have no predecessors to turn to for help, because throughout the ages, only Nanyang has been able to wait for their lover for the entire ninety-ninth life without giving up or changing their minds.
"go back."
Nanyang rolled up the blood-stained toilet paper, turned it a little, and threw it into the trash can.
Tomorrow night, Cheng chased after him and wanted to say something else, but there were passers-by walking around in the aisle on the other side, and some fans were staring at this side curiously from a distance. Fortunately, the place just now was sealed by the program team, otherwise, if someone else listened to it, I am afraid it will cause another trouble. Tomorrow night, Cheng realized that no amount of words would be appropriate to continue talking here, so he choked back all the words, and followed Nanyang back with a complicated expression.
When Nanyang passed by the sink, he carefully washed his face, so that no bloody smell would remain on it.
When we went back, everyone had almost eaten, and the artists had developed the habit of being half full, and Qi Yi was not a glutton. Nanyang didn't sit, and directly asked Qing Huan if he wanted to go back to the sleeping car.
Qing Huan was a little worried about her, "You didn't take a few bites just now, are you not taking any more?"
"I have no appetite."
Nanyang lowered his eyes and took Qing Huan's hand.
Although she said she had no appetite, when she left, Qing Huan still asked the program team to pack a meal to bring with her, so that she would not be hungry when she woke up in the middle of the night. When I talked to PD, I also specifically asked for sweet dishes without garlic.
Tomorrow night, Cheng and Qi Yi walked around and sat on the lower bunk for a long time.
Nanyang didn't speak for a while, looking at the meal that Qing Huan brought back on the table, he opened it silently for a while, took chopsticks and started to eat.
Cheng Cheng secretly looked over there tomorrow night. Nanyang kept frowning while eating. She could see that Nanyang couldn't eat because of the pain in his body. Still, she forced herself to eat the entire meal.
Just to keep Master Qing Huan from worrying.
Tomorrow night, Cheng's heart clenched with pain.
Qi Yi noticed that Cheng didn't speak for a long time tomorrow night, and touched her shoulder suspiciously: "Acheng, what's wrong?"
"I-I want to go back and make papers."
Tomorrow night Cheng made a random lie, she thought, it would be better to leave the time to the master and the ancestor to be alone. Perhaps for today's ancestors, an extra minute of solitude is invaluable.
"It's rare that you are so sensible," Qi Yi was quite relieved, and turned to Qing Huan and said, "Then let's go first."
"See you tomorrow." Qing Huan waved to Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng.
It was already 8:30 in the evening, and they were also quite tired today. The program team did not send any new games, but left a VJ to squat and shoot, and the rest of the staff also went to rest.
Liuliu in the shop opposite seemed to like Nanyang very much, and kept staring at Nanyang secretly, and even took out some snacks and handed them over tremblingly. Nanyang glanced at it, didn't reach out to pick it up, only spit out four words: "Don't eat, thank you."
Qing Huan helped her pick it up, and smiled and gave Liu Liu a handful of candy in return. Liu Liu was so happy that she couldn't keep her mouth shut. She originally only had a good impression of Nanyang, but because of Qinghuan's courtesy and kindness, she immediately upgraded to their CP fans.
"Are you tired?" Qing Huan leaned over, approached Nanyang, raised her hand to help her brush the broken hair on her temples.
Nanyang nodded: "A little bit."
"Then why don't you sleep for a while first, I just happen to be sitting at the end of the bed, not squeezing you."
Nanyang shook his head, stretched out his hand to hug Qinghuan in silence, and let her lean into his arms. She was sitting leaning against the head of the bed, but when Qing Huan came over, the two of them were closely stacked together, and the shadows on the wall were all piled up.
Nanyang would never treat her like this in public. Qing Huan was a little surprised and instinctively wanted to get up, but Nanyang's fingers were on her back, knocking so hard that she wouldn't move.
"Why?" Qing Huan pinched Nan Yang's waist with little effort. Her face was tightly pressed against the white shirt on her shoulders, and she could feel the cold skin inside through the fabric.
Nanyang lowered his head, closed his eyes and buried the tip of his nose into the enchanting curly hair, and a muffled voice came from between his hair: "Hold me."
Qing Huan couldn't help but smile, stretched out her arms and hugged Nan Yang's waist, "Aren't you afraid of others watching?"
Nanyang didn't push her away as reservedly as usual, and she didn't even have red ears. She just tightened her arms around Qing Huan's back and said softly, "Just look at it, I don't care anymore."
"What happened today? Which tendon is wrong?" Qing Huan smiled and scratched her waist quietly.
"...I just want to hold you."
"Okay, hold, hold."
Qing Huan wrapped her arms around her waist dotingly.
The two of them whispered together for a while, and after a while, Qing Huan changed to lying on her side in Nan Yang's arms, and read the script of her next play. It stands to reason that Nanyang should use her Kindle or game console to pass the time, but she didn't do anything, just held Qing Huan and put her eyes on Qing Huan's face, as if she couldn't see enough.
Some passersby were secretly looking over here, covering their mouths and laughing at them, but as soon as the freshness wore off, they would be too lazy to look at it. Everyone was an ordinary person, and each had his own business to do.
Before I knew it, it was ten o'clock in the evening. At 9:30, the lights in the carriage were turned off, and VJ took a few shots of the lights and left the scene. After the environment got dark, Qing Huan pulled off the quilt and lay down with Nanyang in his arms.
The hard bed was so narrow that neither of them could lie down side by side if they were a little fatter. The bed was too narrow, so they had to stick close to each other, the length of a pillow was not enough to put two heads down, and they were too close, and their breaths were intertwined, which was more annoying than kissing.
Liuliu, who was in the opposite bunk, was already asleep. Looking at her from under the table, she could still see her half-open mouth and slightly rolled eyelids when she slept.
Qing Huan tried her best to control her breathing, so that her breathing was staggered from Nanyang, so that the air between the two would not be too hot. She pulled the quilt, covered Nan Yang's shoulders, and asked in a low voice, "Do you feel uncomfortable covering this kind of public quilt?"
"It's not hard."
"Don't you feel a little dirty?" Qing Huan teased her deliberately, "Maybe it was covered by others."
Nanyang's lips curled slightly, "It's okay."
What she said was not "not dirty", but "it doesn't matter", indicating that she really felt that the quilt was a little dirty, but at this moment, she didn't care about it at all. Or, it was because there were people who cared more in front of him.
Qing Huan stroked Nan Yang's hair, glanced at Liuliu who was sleeping soundly across from him, and then raised his eyes to look at the handsome boy playing on the phone in the middle shop opposite. After making sure that no one was paying attention to them, she leaned forward, touched the tip of Nanyang's nose, and kissed her very lightly.
The train was passing through the tunnel, and along with the rumbling sound of the wheels, a few orange-yellow lights flashed across the tunnel outside the window. The light spots swept across Nanyang's face, and when they landed on the bottom of her light brown eyes, they traced those cool and moist pupils. It must be like a piece of amber that has been deposited for thousands of years.
In a place like the train, all intimacy should only be tasted, especially for a woman like Nanyang who is too old-fashioned. Qing Huan knew this, so the kiss was very shallow and restrained, the touch of a white horse passing through a gap was lighter than the mosquitoes' skin in autumn.
Nanyang held her face halfway away.
After a while, the quilt was pulled up and tightly covered her two faces.
In the darkness, Qing Huan felt the people around her bring her forward, her soft lips pressed tightly against hers.