Qing Huan asked a few more questions, but Cheng refused to reveal anything more tomorrow night, only said that these problems can only be left to them to think about and solve them slowly, and she can't intervene.
Since Cheng said so tomorrow night, Qing Huan didn't ask any more questions, and they chatted a little more, and the two went about their own business.
Three hours is fast and fast, especially in the middle of the night, when everyone still slept, and basically felt that they were woken up by the radio not long after they closed their eyes. The people on the radio spoke strangely in Mandarin, and it sounded that Chinese was not her native language, but she was quite fluent in Thai. When everyone got off the plane, two flight attendants with distinctive looks from Southeast Asia stood at the door of the cabin. They folded their palms and said "Sawadika" to everyone.
Finally, they came to the land of Bangkok.
Thailand is very hot, and it is not quite the same as the domestic heat. It is like being soaked in warm water, with a sticky feeling of suffocation. The night wind was blowing, and there was no coolness at all, but it only made people feel more stuffy.
The operation of the program team was even more breathless. It stands to reason that three days of trains and planes should be allowed to rest for a day, but as soon as their feet hit the ground, the PD gathered them together and started today's task. .
It was only five in the morning, and the photographers were yawning.
PD read the hand card with the microphone outside the screen: "I have released it to you before. After the first version is launched, the official Weibo channel has also opened a channel to help you vote. The help value of these days will be directly converted into Thai baht according to a certain proportion. To everyone, other than that, you can't bring any other money with you. Please bring the envelope over to the assistant director."
The assistant director gave them three envelopes respectively. Qing Huan took it over, she took it apart and took a look. Inside was one thousand baht, which was equivalent to more than two hundred yuan. Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan should have more than them, but Ah Cheng didn't know that. won't be enough.
"Today is still VJ tracking shooting. With this money, you need to visit at least two scenic spots. If you are tired, you can go to the designated hotel to rest first, as long as you complete the task and return to the hotel before ten o'clock tonight."
Everyone was very tired, and invariably chose to go to the hotel to rest first.
On the way to the hotel, the sky was slowly getting brighter, and the Thai scenery outside the car window passed by one by one, the faces of Southeast Asia with different faces on the street, the temples that flashed from time to time, the light rail passing through the sky, and the messy Thai advertisements that I couldn’t understand. Card. The car was found in Thailand. Thai cars always seem to have some heavy incense, which makes people a little dizzy.
After arriving at the hotel, Nan Yang and Qing Huan first went to the 711 convenience store next to them to buy something. Tomorrow night, Cheng didn't seem to want to be alone with Qi Yi, so he went with them. Tomorrow night, Cheng walked too fast, not at all like before. When he left Qi Yi, he turned back and forth in a sticky manner, and kept yelling at my sister to wait for me. This time, she didn't even say goodbye to Qi Yi.
Qi Yi silently stared at the back of Cheng who was leaving behind Qing Huan in the evening, and clenched the handle of the suitcase with his fingers, as if he was distracted. After a while, the elevator dinged to the first floor, and she didn't pay attention.
Tomorrow night Cheng is a person who picks up and puts down very neatly. From the moment Qi Yi said that she was going to get married, she was ready to part ways with her for the rest of her life. Qing Huan felt that she was very powerful, like a switch on her body, some emotions were turned on when they were turned on, and turned off when they were turned off. To say that she is heartless, it can't be regarded as heartless, after all, she still loves that person in her heart. But if it's not heartless... Qing Huan felt a little pitiful for Qi Yi who was thrown there.
"I didn't bring any money," Cheng picked up a pack of biscuits on the shelf tomorrow night, "The envelope that the director gave us is only 500 baht, and it's handed over to Mr. Qi for safekeeping. Can Master buy me a pack of biscuits? "
Qing Huan couldn't help but look sideways: "Why did you even change your name? Didn't you always call her sister?"
"Yeah, it's always been like that, and it was like that three thousand years ago. However, now that I think about it, it seems a bit ambiguous," Cheng Ming shrugged nonchalantly, "Let's wait for her to yell like that again in the next life, it's more appropriate to call Mr. Qi back now."
Qing Huan opened her mouth and didn't know what to say, so she had to pull Nan Yang's sleeve: "Aren't you persuading?"
Nanyang raised his eyes lightly, looked at Ming Wancheng, and actually affirmed her actions: "That's right."
Qing Huan: "… "
Blame her, her memory recovery was too slow, and she couldn't understand what the two old antiques were thinking.
The money given by the program team was too little, and Qing Huan had to consider the tasks given by the director, leaving enough room for entertainment items and souvenirs, and they couldn't buy too many things in the convenience store. But Nanyang is used to being lavish. He never treats money as money. He buys things without looking at the price, just whether he wants it or not.
Just as she picked up a box of chocolates, Qing Huan tapped the back of her hand with a rolled-up Thai baht: "Don't buy it."
Nanyang withdrew his hand, looking at Qing Huan with three points of confusion in his eyes, and three points of dissatisfaction with her.
Qinghuan had no memory of it in the past, so it would be fine if she always hit her on the back of the hand like this, but now she knew she was her master, but she was so daring and fat that she dared to hit her on the back of the hand.
Qing Huan shrank her neck when she saw it, and explained softly, "We don't have any money, Master."
Nanyang retracted his gaze, remained silent for a moment, took out his wallet from his trouser pocket, opened it, and handed it to Qing Huan.
A full clip of Thai baht, all of which are the largest denomination of 1,000 baht yellow banknotes, are crowded together, almost breaking the wallet.
People like her who have been traveling all over the world for thousands of years have long been accustomed to exchanging enough foreign currency as a reserve before going abroad. Besides, international convenience stores like 711 can be paid with Alipay and Wechat on mobile phones. When the camera is not following, there is no need to feel wronged.
Tomorrow night, Cheng stunned and leaned over, "Wow."
Nanyang saw that tomorrow night Cheng was coming, so he casually took out a stack and handed it to Ming Wancheng: "Take it."
Tomorrow night, Cheng accepted it unceremoniously, "You are too considerate of my ancestor."
Nanyang took out most of it and handed it to Qing Huan: "I'll give you some too."
"Why are you sending money the same way as handing out flyers?" Qing Huan pressed her hand down and didn't answer, "Don't give it to me, isn't your money my money."
"Um."
Nanyang didn't insist any longer, put away his wallet, turned to pick up the box of chocolates he just put down, and continued to stroll slowly with his hands behind his back.
Looking at the hand holding the chocolate behind her waist, Qing Huan smiled and shook her head.
He is a stubborn person, and he has to get whatever he likes no matter what.
With this strong financial support, the three of them bought all the things they wanted to buy. It was already seven o'clock. They didn't dare to delay any longer.
In addition to buying piles of snacks, Nanyang also bought some screws and small wrenches. Qing Huan had been wondering about the purpose of those things, but when she came out of the shower, she saw Nan Yang sitting at the table with her head lowered, repairing her BM47.
The butterfly blade will loosen after playing for a long time. The professional word is "split". The safety handle and the danger handle will become more and more misaligned, and the gasket inside will also wear out, so it must be repaired regularly.
When Nanyang used the L-shaped wrench to turn the screw, his eyelashes were hanging down, his chin was slightly chin, his back was straight like bamboo, and his eyes were focused and gentle. Looking at her, Qing Huan suddenly froze in her mind, and another scene appeared blurry in front of her eyes.
On the quaint sandalwood desk, the familiar woman in white sat on the side, with the same movement and the same gaze, but holding a velvet cloth in her hand, carefully wiping a snow-blue long sword.
In the dream, she died on that sword.
There should be a complete beginning and end in the dream, but she has never been able to remember the specific details of the dream, she only remembers the last sword inserted in her chest.
Is this sword from Nanyang
It was Nanyang... who killed her
When this thought came out, her pupils trembled, and she almost lost her footing.
Nanyang raised his head, put the screwed BM47 aside, looked at Qing Huan standing against the wall, with a little doubt in his eyes: "What's wrong?"
Looking at that face, Qing Huan frantically recalled the little memory she had recovered. She only remembered that she had a crush on Nanyang when she was seventeen, but she never got a response. She didn't know whether Nanyang responded to her later, and she didn't know what happened later that made her die at the young seventeen years old forever. The image of Nanyang wiping the long sword that suddenly appeared in her mind caught her off guard, especially when she recognized that the sword was the sharp blade that killed her.
On the plane, tomorrow night Cheng's words were squeezed into his brain again.
- "The ancestor still has a knot in his heart that has not been opened."
— "It's not just her."
— "If you do restore all your memories, you'll have your knots too."
What happened three thousand years ago
Nanyang saw that Qing Huan kept silent, thinking that she wanted to go to bed with her as before, so she took out a tissue and wiped her hands, then got up and walked over.
Qing Huan took a step back subconsciously.
She seemed to be afraid, but when she realized that she was actually afraid, she couldn't help but want to scold herself. She should be the one who understands Nanyang the most. Nanyang is so good, how can she be afraid of her? There must be some misunderstanding, or some unavoidable difficulties, she should boldly ask the doubts in her heart, instead of holding it back alone.
"What's wrong with you?" Nanyang noticed something was wrong with her, frowned, and didn't dare to move forward.
Qing Huan tried to stutter and said, "I-I just seemed to remember something..."
"Well," Nanyang nodded softly and patiently, "what do you remember?"
Qing Huan swallowed hard, her eyelashes lifted up tremblingly, looking at Nanyang with a bit of confusion, and a bit of begging at the same time, as if begging to get a negative:
"Have you... ever killed me?"
Nanyang looked startled.
The temperature in the air seemed to slowly decrease, and all the atmosphere froze.
After a long silence, Nan Yang pursed the corners of his lips and gave Qing Huan a deep look.
Then.
She nodded slowly and cruelly.