At noon the next day, the car arrived at Bayu Station. In the morning, the program group did not release any new tasks, but let vj track and film the pictures of the guests getting up, washing, and packing their belongings. Everyone stayed with the passers-by on the journey for three days, and they were a little emotional when saying goodbye. Especially Liuliu and Amei, although they didn't communicate much with the two stars of the opposite shop except for a board game, but when they got out of the car, they cried for a while, and they didn't know what they were moved by. Energetic.
The schedule is very tight. I will go to Bayu Airport at 9 o'clock in the evening to catch the plane to Thailand. During this afternoon, the program team took everyone to the most popular hot pot restaurant in Bayu, and packed the restaurant so that the guests and staff were well Enjoy a meal.
Nanyang Qinghuan and Qi Yiming sat around a table in the evening. They sit in a corner, few people, quiet, and they can chat while eating.
"Master."
Cheng Cheng shouted tomorrow night.
After she finished shouting, Qing Huan and Nan Yang turned their heads reflexively at the same time, but Qing Huan looked at her and Nan Yang looked at Qing Huan.
When Qing Huan noticed that Nan Yang was looking at her, she turned her head and whispered, "I didn't call you."
"Yeah." Nanyang lowered his head after hearing this, picked up chopsticks, and chopped them in the empty bowl. Qing Huan and A Cheng's voices are indeed a bit similar, especially when they call Master.
Regarding the identity of Mingwancheng, Nanyang also found a space to tell Qinghuan. After learning that Mingwancheng was also an old monster who had lived for three thousand years, Qinghuan began to doubt life for the countless times. Identity transition is not so easy. However, after she really accepted it, her feelings for Ming Wancheng rose to a new level. In the past, when Ming Wancheng called her master, she just passed her ears, but now tomorrow evening when she called her master, she was really happy in her heart. of.
"What's the matter, Ah Cheng?" Qing Huan asked Ming Wancheng.
"Give me the potatoes you have on hand," Cheng Cheng stretched his arms tomorrow night, "Sister loves potatoes, I'll help her with some."
Qi Yi said lightly: "Don't worry about me, you eat your own."
"Then... sister eat vermicelli, can I help you?"
"I said no."
Tomorrow night, Cheng's hands were frozen in the air. After a long while, he smiled awkwardly and looked at Qi Yi: "What's wrong with my sister? It's not quite right since the beginning of this morning, it seems that I suddenly started to alienate me."
Both Nanyang and Qing Huan stopped their chopsticks and looked at Qi Yi at the same time.
Qi Yi pushed his glasses, but his tone remained unchanged: "We shouldn't have gotten too close."
Tomorrow night, Cheng rubbed his chopsticks a little embarrassedly, and asked nervously: "Is it because I wrote too many mistakes in the past two days, you are angry? I... I will definitely study hard, and I will definitely not be so wrong next time... "
"Acheng," Qi Yi interrupted her, "I have something I want to tell you."
As she said that, she raised her eyes and glanced at Nanyang and Qinghuan on the opposite side, and the corners of her lips twitched reluctantly: "Of course, I also want to tell you together. After I come back from Thailand, I may be about to get married. I arranged it, and the other party is the youngest professor at Huaxing University."
The atmosphere at the dinner table froze for a while.
Qing Huan glanced at Ming Wancheng quickly, and said in a low voice, "Why didn't I hear you say that you still have a fiancé?"
"It was also decided recently," Qi Yi lowered her head and stirred the sesame paste in the bowl with chopsticks. "You know, my dad said no. So," she pursed her lips and looked at Ming Wancheng next to her, " Ah Cheng, between us... it's impossible."
Nanyang silently put a ball into the bowl without saying a word.
Tomorrow night Cheng was stunned for a while, then pulled the corners of his mouth to laugh, the smile was ugly: "I... I know, I didn't want to fall in love with my sister."
Qi Yi was stunned.
She thought about it carefully, and it seems that tomorrow night Cheng did not say that he wanted to fall in love with her from beginning to end. The most outrageous thing was the sentence "Take care of me" when we first met, but taking care of me is not love. Maybe it's because Cheng always likes to follow behind her tomorrow night. I don't know when to start, she has the illusion that Cheng wants to fall in love with her tomorrow night.
She didn't feel that she had any wrong thoughts about Ming Wancheng. All along, she treated Ming Wancheng like a sister, taught her and helped her. But when she really heard what Cheng said tomorrow night, she felt a lot of emptiness in her heart. She hadn't slept well last night. She thought that when Cheng heard the news tomorrow night, he would cry and beg her not to get married, and maybe even throw a bowl and a bench. But she never thought that Cheng Cheng would calmly say such a sentence tomorrow night, as if the ambiguity that had flowed between them was just her own hallucination.
This hot pot meal was so suffocating that few people on the table could hardly eat it. Only Nanyang maintained a good appetite and ate chopstick after chopstick, even if the burn on his tongue was still not good.
After eating, the rest of the program team continued to play in the store, waiting for the right time to go to the airport. Nan Yang and Qing Huan went to the small balcony on the second floor of the hot pot restaurant and looked at the strangely winding roads up and down Bayu.
"I always thought that Xiao Yi also liked A Cheng," Qing Huan sighed long, "But how do you get married if you want to get married? Master, is there any way you can make Xiao Yi not get married?"
Nanyang leaned on the railing, crossed his arms, and looked indifferent: "Why not let her get married?"
"Because..." Qing Huan said for a while, "Because Ah Cheng has been waiting for her for three thousand years, she must really want to be with Xiao Yi, if she sees Xiao Yi marrying another man, How sad."
"Qi Yi has the right to choose her own life," Nan Yang said softly, "Acheng's obsession is only her obsession, and Qi Yi does not have to respond to it. Besides, this is only the 97th generation. , Ah Cheng will never grow old in this life, and she couldn't make any promises to Qi Yi."
"But that's the person she's loved for three thousand years," Qing Huan couldn't bear it. "Wouldn't she feel unwilling to see Xiao Yi walk into the marriage hall with someone else?"
"Three thousand years, this kind of situation has long been used to."
Nanyang's tone was so indifferent, she seemed to be more certain than anyone else that such a process would not bring further harm to Ming Wancheng.
Qing Huan looked at her, her nose suddenly sour.
"What about you?" Qing Huan bit her lip, "Have you ever watched me walk towards others like this?"
Nanyang hooked his lips, turned his head, and met Qinghuan's eyes, his eyes were filled with tenderness: "Qinghuan, you also have the right to choose your own life. I can't ask you who have no memory to do it every time. love me."
"So you really watched me marry someone else?" A thin layer of tears appeared in Qing Huan's eyes, "Aren't you sad?"
"... How can it not be sad." Nanyang looked away, looking at the overlapping roads in the distance, "I told you before, if you look at others, I will be unhappy."
"Master..."
Qing Huan couldn't imagine what kind of torture Nan Yang was going through at that time. She couldn't help but think about how she would feel if she saw Nan Yang marrying someone else. She didn't even dare to think about it. When this consciousness appeared in her mind, She was out of breath in pain.
"But I also said that I'm not happy, it only means that I have a low temperament, but it doesn't mean that you are wrong." Nan Yang smiled, without any grudges, "Emotions are things that cannot be controlled, but 'right and wrong' People can make up their minds. I have always clearly understood that a person cannot force the other person to cater to him just because he cannot escape his obsession. Respecting you is the most correct choice in my opinion. Therefore, as long as I'm doing what I think is right, and no matter how sad I feel, I won't lose my heart in those long hours."
The real power may be like this.
Power is not the financial power above everyone, nor the power of one party, or even the wisdom of subduing the majority. The real strength is knowing what is right and what is wrong; knowing the pain and hopelessness that will be faced by persevering in your heart, or going on calmly; Say it with pride and equanimity: I've been doing what I think is right.
Strong and determined people are the most charming people.
At this time, Nanyang is more attractive than ever. Qing Huan is very sure that even if she has no memory, even if Nan Yang is not beautiful and has no money, she will definitely fall in love with her in this lifetime.
She leaned over and hugged Nanyang, rubbing her soft black hair constantly, buried her face in her shoulders, and couldn't help crying.
"Why are you crying? Aren't we together now?" Nan Yang hugged Qing Huan's waist and comforted her softly.
Qing Huan cried like a child: "I just feel so bad for you... Master, you big idiot, why do you always treat me so well? I'm so ordinary, I don't deserve your kindness to me... "
"Qing Huan, I have lived for more than 3,000 years and have seen countless people of all shapes and sizes," Nanyang stroked her curly hair with a soft tone, "Three thousand years, you are still the most gentle and kind girl I have ever met. You Deserving of all the best things in the world."
Qing Huan's face was covered in Nanyang's white shirt, and her sobbing voice came muffled: "Master, Master is good at coaxing people now."
"I'm just talking about what's on my mind," Nan Yang chuckled, "you know, I'm not very good at talking, and I don't know how to coax women. If these words in my heart can coax you, I'll be happier than you. ."
"One sentence is better than one sentence," Qing Huan raised her face and smiled bitterly, "Why don't you just write a book for Master?"
Nanyang squeezed his sleeves and wiped the tears from Qinghuan's face with his sleeves, "I'm really happy. Three thousand years ago, because I said too little, many things I wanted to say to you had not had time to say. I left like that. So I have often thought over the years, if I can be with you again, I must learn to say a lot of things, and I have to say what I think in my heart. For some things, it is enough to be a regret, I can no longer Make it a second, a third."
Qing Huan's heart became soft and astringent because of these words.
Yeah, what a painful word regret is. The saddest thing in the world is not to miss it, and when the thing that was missed turns into regret, then I realize that it was not necessary to miss it in the first place.
And the happiest thing in the world is to suddenly realize that those missed regrets can finally be made up one by one now.
"Then... What regrets did Master have back then, and now I can make up for it for you?"
Qing Huan used her gentlest tone to ask.
Nanyang moved for a while, and the light in his eyes sank. After a long while, he answered earnestly word by word:
"I want to marry you, really."
"I want to worship heaven and earth."
"Bye Gaotang."
"Thank you."