For weddings, is it traditional Chinese or Western modern
Two hours before rushing to Bayu Airport, Nanyang and Qinghuan had been discussing this issue. The two of them had no differences, but they were both a little swaying. When I got on the plane, I didn't discuss the result. I was so invested in the idea that I temporarily forgot that the two good friends around me were still in embarrassment.
After the hot pot restaurant came out, Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng never spoke. Qi Yi walked in front, and Ming Wancheng staggered two positions from her and followed silently at the end. Tomorrow night Cheng's expression was not too sad, and even the corners of his lips were still smiling slightly, but he was no longer so close to Qi Yi.
At first she approached Qi Yi just because she hadn't seen her for too long. She missed her for hundreds of years, so she instinctively wanted to get closer to her. After the meeting, she said indiscriminately that she wanted Qi Yi to take care of her, and her heart was open and frank. If Qi Yi wanted, they could have a few dewy relationships and have a good time together. If they don't want to, they will be good friends and good sisters. If Qi Yi fell in love with her in the process of getting along with her, she would stay with her. If Qi Yi fell in love with someone else, she would distance herself from her. Like the past 3,000 years, she would watch her life after her death from behind. happy.
It's not that she didn't get anything, at least, she has a rogue rabbit doll clipped into the doll machine, and a pile of instruction books that Qi Yi has personally corrected.
She didn't feel sorry for herself, she just couldn't continue to love her openly in these decades, there are still many beautiful things in this world, she can still walk in the sun calmly and love everything in the world recklessly.
Loving someone and waiting for someone is of course very important to stick to. But in the waiting years, she also has other things she wants to do. Her life should not be confined to one thing, one scene, or one person.
In a sense, Nanyang is the complete opposite of her.
Nanyang's three thousand years have always been trapped in that person.
Neither of them is right or wrong, neither is good or bad, everyone has their own needs. Nanyang is pure, and tomorrow night is open-minded. Whether it is pure or open-minded, it is rare to be able to stick to oneself all the time.
Cheng walked out tomorrow night, and the person who couldn't walk out became Qi Yi.
The most elusive thing about Qi Yi is that on the surface it seems that she abandoned Ming Wancheng, and it was she who chose to go to the wedding, but she was always struggling and anxious. She didn't even know what she was struggling with.
The plane was packaged by the program group, and the entire group's staff were almost full. The guests were placed in first-class cabins for a three-hour journey, switching a time zone in between, with a one-hour time difference. It's already midnight, and everyone will arrive in Bangkok after sleeping for a while under blankets.
Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan sat in the first row, Nanyang and Qinghuan sat in the second row, and behind them were Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng. The air pressure in the front and back rows was quite low, but it did not affect the mood of Nanyang and Qinghuan. Qinghuan looked at the pictures of the wedding dresses on her mobile phone, carefully selected some exquisite styles, and turned them over to Nanyang one by one. Nanyang quietly watched all the way, and spit out a sentence:
"It doesn't all look the same."
"How can there be, short skirts and long skirts, wrap skirts and cake skirts, strapless and no strapless, strapless and strapless, with a veil and without a veil, how can they be the same?" Qing Huan pressed her voice. Sighing, "Master, you really..."
Nanyang pursed the corners of his lips, looked at Qinghuan's phone carefully, and said, "I don't choose, just white."
"The wedding dress is only white." Qing Huan reluctantly retracted the phone, "Well, I'll pick it up, Master will just wear it obediently when the time comes. I'll tell you to choose if you don't, and bring it back to the wedding dress. Now, don't think that my choice is not good-looking."
"Um."
Nanyang took out his Kindle and casually clicked on a famous book. Qing Huan looked at her Kindle out of the corner of the eye, thinking of the letters she had seen in the interlayer of the protective case, and her heart tensed.
Ever since he met Nanyang in this lifetime, Nanyang has been holding this Kindle, it seems that he carries it with him all the year round. She just put the most painful memories in her personal belongings, as if she wanted to expose her scars all the time.
"Master has been carrying my suicide note?" Qing Huan asked in a very shallow tone.
"This is what you left for me, of course I will take it with me." Nanyang closed the Kindle, picked it up and shook it with Qinghuan, and took the initiative to talk about the past, "In ancient times, I put it with silver Put the tickets together in your personal purse. Back in the Republic of China, wars were raging, so they were sewn into the front of the cheongsam. Now the times are too peaceful, so I just put them here.
Qing Huan felt that she wanted to cry again, so she resisted the soreness of her nose and smiled lightly: "Then what will Master think about when he reads my suicide note?"
Nanyang pondered for a moment, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his voice was calm: "I was thinking, if only I could hear you say these words to me with my own ears."
Qing Huan's eyelashes fluttered.
Nanyang paused and continued: "After you left, I always miss you very much. When I miss you, I take out the suicide note and read it, and when I look at it, I will think, if I can hear you read it with my own ears. It would be great to say these words, there is your temperature in the words, but this temperature is imagined after all, and the imagined things will always be smoothed, but the real voice is not smoothed."
Qing Huan bit her lip, and after a while, she asked very lightly, "Is that why you chose to record a voice will instead of writing a paper will?"
Nanyang lowered his eyes, was silent for a moment, and hummed briefly.
Qing Huan reluctantly pinched her index finger and stared at her, as if she wanted to hear more explanations.
Nanyang hooked his lips, looked at Qing Huan softly, and held her hand back.
"I thought, if I did die, maybe you would like me and want to hear my voice."
Qing Huan blinked.
Her tenderness and consideration for her were not only subtle to the title certificate of each house, the brand and model of each car, and the rounded corners of each asset in the will, but also to the form of carrying the will. She seemed to wish to turn all her love into honey and pulp, and apply painstakingly to every gift given to her.
She even handed over the disposal of the remains to her.
Three thousand years ago, Qing Huan said to her, cremate me into ashes, and take the ashes with you.
Three thousand years later, she said to Qing Huan, my body belongs to you.
Carrying the ashes with me is too much torture. Buried the body in the ground and missed it too much. If she doesn't know what to do, hand over the choice.
If you want me to accompany you, I will always accompany you. You want me to rest, and I will rest forever.
In Qing Huan's incompletely recovered memory, Nan Yang always treated her lightly, smiled lightly, and blamed her lightly. She always thought that 3,000 years ago, Nanyang didn't love her that much, perhaps because this person was too boring, and he didn't like to talk. Even if he did something, he would never take the initiative to take credit. But thinking about it now, Nanyang's love has never been less than hers.
In other words, there will not be anyone in this world who loves more than Nanyang.
This kind of cold woman is like this. She doesn't easily allow others to enter her world, but once that person walks in, she will be forever etched in her heart for the rest of her life. How fortunate she was to walk into the world of the woman beside her and become her only one for three thousand years.
If it weren't for the fact that he was on the plane right now, Qing Huan would have wanted to push Nan Yang onto the bed and give her a good kiss.
Especially when you want to kiss someone, your eyes won't lie. Nanyang noticed that Qing Huan was staring straight at her, which was scary. She couldn't help but sit back a little and glanced at the people in front and behind her.
"What is Master afraid of?" Qing Huan smiled softly, her eyes turning red.
I'm afraid you will pounce.
Of course Nanyang wouldn't say it.
Qing Huan restrained the emotions in her eyes, evoked Nan Yang's arm, leaned over and rubbed her white shirt, "Go to sleep for a while, when you wake up, you'll be in Bangkok."
"Um."
Nanyang raised his hand to touch Qinghuan's curly hair and closed his eyes.
The two slept snuggled together for a while.
After the plane entered the stratosphere, Qinghuan woke up vaguely in the middle of the night and wanted to go to the toilet, so she released Nanyang carefully, unbuckled her seat belt and walked towards the bathroom.
There was someone in the bathroom, and she waited outside for a while. Five minutes later, the door of the bathroom opened, and Cheng Cheng's feet were halfway forward, and he was still clutching the door handle, his eyes were a little surprised: "Hey, Master also goes to the toilet?"
"Well, yes." Qing Huan smiled gently.
"Then you go, I'll go back first." Cheng nodded tomorrow night.
She only took two steps, but Qing Huan stopped her again: "A Cheng, wait."
Cheng turned back tomorrow night, "What's wrong?"
Qing Huan leaned beside the bathroom door, looked around, made sure no one was there, and said, "Let's talk for a second?"
"Didn't you come to the toilet, are you in a hurry?" Cheng Wancheng laughed at her naturally as before.
"No hurry." Qing Huan stood in a different position and considered for a moment, "Well... I just wanted to ask, what are you and Xiao Yi still... "
"Didn't she say, she has already decided to get married." Tomorrow night Cheng leaned against the wall opposite Qinghuan, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, "I was not a lover with her, just a partner. She When I was single, I could stick to her according to my own thoughts. Now that she has a fiancé, I will definitely keep a distance from her in the future. Don't worry, Master, I'm fine. "
Qing Huan pondered for a moment and sighed: "Okay, if you really have something to do, you must tell me and your ancestor, we are all your elders, and we will definitely help you."
"I'm not as vulnerable as you think," Cheng Cheng smiled and waved his hands in the evening, "Only someone like the old ancestor would watch you wait in silence for decades after marrying someone else. Don't be as obsessive as her. I love many things. My sister is just one of the many things I love. If I can't wait for her in this life, then in the next life. During this period, there are so many things I want to play with And the scenery I see, I am very satisfied to be able to participate in a variety show with her this time. Master, I am really not greedy."
Qing Huan's thoughts of Tomorrow night were a little unexpected. She thought that a girl like Ah Cheng, who always kept her emotions on the surface, would cry for a while when the person she liked got married, but she didn't think that she was so free and easy.
What a free soul.
"Have you ever thought that maybe Xiao Yi likes you a little too?" Qing Huan asked cautiously.
Tomorrow night, Cheng tilted his head and thought for a while, then smiled again.
"Master, she has already made a choice, why do you have to make such assumptions with me. You really don't have to worry about my affairs. With this skill, you might as well think about the past. The old ancestor still has a knot in his heart that has not been opened. ."
Qing Huan was stunned.
"… Knot?"
"Well," Cheng nodded tomorrow night, "it's not just her, if you really restore all your memories, you will also have your heart knot."