When these two words were called out, Qing Huan didn't find it strange. Instead, there was a sense of pleasure that made her whole body relax. It was as if she had really shouted like this countless times, but now she just returned to the time she had forgotten a long, long time ago.
Nanyang stared at her in shock, with tears instantly pouring into his eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was choked up, and the violent emotions in his tone didn't sound like it was coming out of her mouth at all:
"What do you remember?"
Qing Huan frowned and shook her head, "I... I don't know, I don't know anything, I only know... I seem to have another past with you, but... how is this possible? There won't be... how? meeting… "
Nanyang tried his best to suppress his heart, which was beating wildly because of the "Master", and barely managed to capture a trace of reason in his mind that was overwhelmed by joy.
Qing Huan hasn't recalled everything yet, it's just a hint, just a budding iceberg on the sea level. This sign is a good thing, but if you don’t handle it properly, it may turn into a bad thing. Not everyone can withstand the process of the collapse and reshaping of the worldview for more than 20 years. She was looking forward to her being able to recall everything, but at the same time she had to hold back her expectations, and she still had to wait and wait patiently for her.
"I'm sorry..." Qing Huan frowned, holding down her temples, "I don't seem to be able to call you by your name. Would you feel weird if I kept calling you Master in the future?"
"No," Nan Yang looked at her with tears in her eyes, stretched out her hand, and touched her hair, her fingers and voice trembling, "you should have called it that."
Qing Huan pursed her lips and stared at Nanyang for a long time.
"We really had another past, didn't we?" she asked, trembling.
Nanyang was silent for a while, and when the tears in his eyes dried and his voice was hidden, he spoke softly:
"Do you remember, I once asked you, do you believe in reincarnation?"
Qing Huan opened her eyes wide, her pupils shaking slightly.
"If I say that you have me in every part of your past," Nanyang raised his lips and looked at her tenderly, "Do you believe it?"
"You mean... do we really have a past life?"
"I've always been me, I haven't changed," Nan Yang shook his head. "It's you, who have had many previous lives, and I... the only one who will witness your reincarnation."
"I know it sounds absurd, but trust me, I'm not losing my mind and I'm not lying to you."
"You said that I behaved like an antique, because I am indeed an ancient person. My appearance is not the appearance of thirty-five years old, so my face is so different from the age on the ID card. I love you so much when I first got married, not because of love at first sight, but because I have always loved you so much. From ancient times to the present, I have been watching over you, and I have never been absent from your life."
"I didn't say it in the past, because I was afraid that you would not be able to accept the fact, that you would find out that your wife is a monster who has lived for thousands of years, and even more that you doubted the meaning of your existence, so I have to wait until you find out for yourself. Now You have found out that although the memory has not been completely restored, from now on, as long as you ask, I will tell you the truth you want to hear."
Qing Huan pursed her lips, was silent for a moment, and asked, "Then, who wrote the letter behind your Kindle?"
Nanyang twitched his fingers holding the sensor clip.
"...Did you see it?" Her voice was a little choked.
"Hmm." Qing Huan's voice also contained a choked sob.
Nanyang looked at her deeply, but didn't speak for a long time. After a long while, he trembled and said:
"Qinghuan, that's..."
After a pause, he finished with difficulty:
"Yes... your suicide note."
A suicide note that she willingly waited for three thousand years, the only relic she left her heartlessly.
After listening to Qing Huan, she was unexpectedly not shocked or entangled in pain. Instead, the light in her eyes instantly calmed down, her eyes were still full of tears, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips:
"...It really is."
"Don't you think it's scary?" Nanyang endured the sourness in the corners of his eyes, and his tone was as soft as he was reading a story to a child, "This world is not quite what you imagined, and I am not quite what you imagined."
"I never thought you were different. You have always been the person I saw with my own eyes. You love eating candied fruit, reading books, and loving me." Qing Huan's smile was relieved, "It seems that maybe you just love me. I have eaten sugar gourd for many years, I have loved the books I have read for many years, and I have also loved me for many, many years.”
It is true that Nanyang has always been such a pure person. No matter how many years she is pure, she will not be able to erode her original heart. She loves one thing and one person, and she is determined and determined until death.
"You... seem to accept it more calmly than I thought, do you really have no doubts in your heart?" Nan Yang took her hand and squeezed it gently.
"Well..." Qing Huan tilted her head, "I don't know how to describe it to you, I had some dreams that were both true and false, and I always believed that in those dreams, you and I both really existed. ."
"Dream?... What have you dreamed about?"
"I dreamed that you were wearing white clothes embroidered with dark patterns of white cranes, sitting on a very high seat, everyone knelt down at your feet, and I knelt beside you. You are much colder than you are now, and you are still somewhat Laugh at me, you never smile in your dreams, and you always punish me for copying books, for standing in the corner, for posting ancient books in the library..."
Nanyang's eyebrows twitched, "You...remember these things?"
Qing Huan was a little confused and blinked: "So, in the first life, you treated me badly."
Nanyang: "..."
"Did you really like me at that time?" Qing Huan lowered her head and spread out her palm, "I remember that you hit my palm with a ruler." After speaking, she looked at Nanyang in confusion, " How could you bear to hit me?"
Nanyang was stopped by the question, and after a moment of stunnedness, Niu Tou replied in a blunt voice: "I won't hit you now."
Qing Huan nodded: "Now you hit me, it's domestic violence, and the law doesn't allow it."
Nanyang: "..."
"Qing Huan," Nan Yang grabbed Qing Huan's hand and held her two hands together, "At that time you were my apprentice, you were young and stubborn, and as your master, I was just teaching you."
"Oh..." Qing Huan's eyelashes trembled, she pinched Nan Yang's right index finger with her backhand, and rubbed the thin layer of calluses on the outside of her index finger, "Then, Master doesn't teach me now?"
Nanyang's heart softened when he heard her calling his master again, and his nose became sore again.
For three thousand years, she has been waiting for three thousand years, and all she has been waiting for is this "Master".
Finally, the memory that was buried three thousand years ago was no longer a falsehood that she insisted on alone.
"Why are you crying?" Qing Huan hurriedly took out the napkin, covering the tears that were about to fall out of Nanyang's eyes, "If you don't let you hit me, you will cry? Then... Then, I'll find a small ruler , you tap lightly?"
Nanyang leaned forward and hugged Qing Huan tightly in his arms. He didn't care that the needle on the inside of his wrist pierced the blood vessels. He just held her with all his strength, burying all the sobbing in his mouth. in her curly hair.
Qing Huan hugged her back and felt her grievance in her heart. Although her memories were still scattered, and she didn't know how many years Nanyang had waited for her, she seemed to understand Nanyang's mood at the moment. Full of guilt, she murmured in Nanyang's ear: "I'm sorry, I... Did I keep you waiting too long?"
The man in his arms didn't speak, just shrugged his shoulders.
"I'll try to think about it, maybe now I can't remember all the past with you, but one day, I'll remember it all." Qing Huan tightened her arms, lowered her eyes, and looked at the soft black wrapped around her wrist. "We may have been separated before, but no matter what kind of past events I remember, it will not affect my determination to go on with you in this life. I can feel that whether it is the me before or the me now, it is the same. I love you the same, I love you, Nanyang. I love you, I really love you."
In the vicissitudes of life, things are right and wrong, only this sentence "I love you" has been through the ages and has never changed.
There are some things that can't be thought about, but there is one thing, she is convinced.
She and her, from now on, from life to death, can't be separated for a moment.
The door of the ward was suddenly knocked and knocked, and Sun Xuxue's respectful voice came from outside:
"Ancestor, I wish, can I go in?"
Qing Huan patted Nan Yang on the back and let go of her. Nanyang turned his head away, not wanting to appear in front of others with red eyes, Qinghuan understood her arrogance, so she got up and went to the door, without calling Sun Xuxue in, but only took the breakfast handed by Sun Xuxue.
Simple soy milk fritters, the heat stained the thin plastic bag with water mist. Carrying it to the bed, Qing Huan opened the tied knot, put it on the bedside table, and pushed it to Nanyang.
"eat something."
Qing Huan broke the disposable chopsticks apart, scraped them clean, and handed them to Nanyang.
Nanyang didn't answer, and looked down at his wrist where the needle was stuck. Qing Huan also saw it, annoyed by her own hindsight, she put down the chopsticks and went to ring the call bell, "I'll call the nurse to deal with it."
"It's okay." Nanyang stopped her, lifted the tape, and pulled out the needle neatly.
Qing Huan held her wrist and looked at it carefully, feeling so distressed. Nanyang turned his hand over and didn't let her keep looking, lest she feel more guilty. With a twist of his wrist, the warm body temperature turned around in his palm, and Qing Huan keenly noticed a difference.
"Your body temperature seems to be..." Qing Huan tightened her fingers, a little uncertain, "A little higher than before?"
Nanyang's skin has always been cold, his hands and feet are cold, and his lips are cold. It's almost like a dead person if it doesn't sound good. Only when he is in love on the bed will his body become hot. Now, under normal circumstances, the temperature on her hand is almost the same as her own.
"Is your physical condition really related to me?" she asked.
Nanyang stopped hiding from her and nodded: "When you remember all your memories, my illness will be completely cured."
Qing Huan didn't understand.
"Qinghuan, no one can live for a thousand years," Nanyang explained slowly, "I was only an ordinary expert in the arena in ancient times. Although we also practiced Taoism, Taoism is not cultivating immortals. At that time, people kept a distance from ghosts and gods. Therefore, if I want to go against the rules of heaven and pursue your reincarnation, I have to pay a little price. Fortunately, the price has an end, as long as you remember me, I will It will slowly become a normal person." Then, she clenched Qinghuan's fingers, "Just like this, slowly you will have body temperature, and slowly, there will be no more bleeding and no more pain."
Qing Huan listened to the mysterious and illusory words in her mouth, and it took her a while to understand it thoroughly. She was going through a process of constantly shattering her original worldview. It was a little difficult, but it was not unacceptable. Especially when she realized that Nanyang's past illnesses were all related to her memory, she couldn't help feeling guilty and couldn't help feeling guilty.
How did Nanyang endure it
Before that, she hid so well that she didn't even know that she suffered so much every time. They have slept in the same bed for so long, and she has become so nervous. She never dared to participate too much in Nanyang's private affairs, which is called respect, but it turns out that what Nanyang needs most is her own." disrespect". If she could tear off her disguise earlier when Nanyang was secretive, even if she couldn't remember everything right away, at least she could accompany her and hug her when she was in pain.
Nanyang noticed Qinghuan's self-blame, and she didn't know how to coax her, so she just said, "Don't worry, just think slowly. At least everything is going well now, and it's already good."
"You didn't lie to me this time?" Qing Huan pursed her lips, "Is it really going to get better in the future?"
"Really," Nan Yang nodded, "I can feel my body getting better. In the past years, my body has never been as healthy as it is today."
Qing Huan lowered her head and hummed.
"You can slowly recall those past events, don't force yourself, you can ask me at any time if you are not sure, and I will reminisce with you." Nan Yang's voice became deeper and deeper, "If you don't mind, I am willing to share with you. Together, let's go through the story of that year again."