I, Qing Huan

Qing Huan and Ming Wancheng sat on the steps by the river, looking at the sky that was slowly turning black in the distance. The river water filled with light spots on both sides hung below their feet, and the evening breeze blew over warmly, lifting their loose long hair, as if they were about to be drawn into the river.

"Actually, I have heard Uncle Yuntang talk about your past." Tomorrow night Cheng pulled up the broken hair in his ear, "It was indeed a life of ups and downs. I was very happy at that time, although I had never seen it before. You, but I know that my master is such a strong and gentle girl, who has been led by the nose all his life, but he has never lost himself. At the end of his life, he insisted on making his own choice. Like you My master is the proudest thing since I was punished in the North."

Qing Huan smiled: "I also want to thank Senior Sister Yuntang for helping me teach an apprentice like you. Acheng, I am also proud of you. In this world, there are many people who love themselves, and many of them are for For someone who loves others but forgets to love yourself, you can find a balance between loving others and loving yourself. I really think you are particularly good."

Tomorrow night Cheng laughed: "Master, are we blowing rainbow farts to each other?"

Qing Huan scoffed at her: "So you are blowing a rainbow fart to me, but I truly praise you."

Tomorrow night Cheng Cheng calmed down his smile and was silent for a while, with a rare deep deepness in his eyes, "Master, I am really happy. It is my honor to have intersection with people like you and our ancestors in this life. You are all very Very good person, I have been in the world for three thousand years, and I have never seen anyone better than you, really."

"Then... Do you think I am better or she is better?"

When Qing Huan asked this, she felt inexplicably like a bad parent who forced her child to like her father or mother.

She is still looking forward to tomorrow night Cheng's answer.

Tomorrow night Cheng did not care about the left and right, he dangled the problem, but thought about it for a while and said: "I think it is better for the ancestor."

Qing Huan raised her eyebrows: "Why?"

Tomorrow night, he curled his lips and replied slowly: "When you first fell in love, the affection was strong. You were separated and forced to kill each other. You will choose to protect her with your own death. , In fact, quite normal. As for the ancestor, when you just died, her emotions reached a peak, and the heart that wanted to be restored was also at the extreme, so she would choose to use forbidden techniques to find your reincarnation, which was quite normal. What is really rare is that she has been able to go through the cycle of a hundred generations and still insist on loving you."

Tomorrow night, he raised his eyes and sighed, "Isn’t there an old saying that is good, there is no beginning, but no end. Time can really change a lot of things, you don’t understand, I can understand, because I Like her, I have walked through these times in person. I know that in a long period of time, it is really easy for a person to lose his heart and doubt the meaning of his life, whether he loves that person or not, and doubt what he is waiting for A strange soul is still a memory."

"And the most terrifying thing is not waiting, it's constantly reuniting, but constantly separating."

She turned her head and looked at Qing Huan: "Master, you should be able to understand what it's like to watch your loved one die, right?"

Qing Huan remembered that she was holding Nan Yang, who was covered in blood, on the train. She also remembered how desperate she looked at Nan Yang holding her corpse three thousand years ago in her dream, and nodded with difficulty.

Cheng Cheng smiled bitterly tomorrow night:

"Then you know, for these three thousand years, she didn't wait for your ninety-eighth life."

"..."

"She just watched you die ninety-eight times in front of her."

She watched you die ninety-eight times in front of her.

Qing Huan supported the steps, almost didn't sit still, his heart was out of breath.

"I still remember the situation when she used the forbidden technique," Ming Cheng looked into the distance, smiling clearly, but with tears in her eyes. "Forbidden technique requires her to cruel her body to the point when you died. The state is the same, she must have suffered all the injuries you have suffered, and then die once again the way you died, so as to fuse a part of your soul, in order to be able to sense the appearance of your reincarnation. Your right wrist was broken before your death, She would also have to destroy her right wrist."

Qing Huan remembered the Nanyang who stood proudly at the top of the world three thousand years ago, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

"You know what she is most proud of. The most outstanding thing in her life is only swordsmanship and calligraphy. Three thousand years ago, she was able to hold the position as the head of the Northern Penalty Palace, the number one martial arts school. You should be able to understand what the right hand means to a martial artist. She knows better than anyone else. The moment she destroyed her right hand, all of her achievements in her life ceased to exist. The cruelest thing is that she personally destroyed her right hand."

"I remember that before that, she had people filled three large tanks of water, stayed alone in the house, and wrote for three days. She didn't eat or sleep, she just kept writing all the time. The calligraphy she wrote in her life was less than one percent of what she wrote in those three days. At that time, the disciples of Jeonbuk Punishment were whispering that the ancestors must have known that they would never be able to write anymore, so they would spend their entire life I wrote it all in those three days."

"After writing for three days, she went to Meiyuan again and practiced the sword for three days."

"She used to like to use a sword to engrave on the petals. It was the highest fusion of her calligraphy and swordsmanship, and it was also one of her most famous stunts. Those days I secretly hid in a place where she could not see, and kept watching her silently. , I can see her reluctant to give up every minute and every second. But I also know that since the moment she chose you, she has no other choice, she can only be with herself in this form The things you love are the last farewell."

"You should remember that when you were three years old, the Three Sovereigns of the North Punishment strangled everyone from your sect up and down with the Three Swords Scourge Formation, and it also affected you. After that, your nosebleeds and instability of internal breath were also due to This. Later, the ancestor asked Master Yuntang and the others to list the Three Swords Scourge Formation, and she stayed in the center of the sword formation and suffered all the pain you have suffered until she herself burst into a violent crack, and the blood flow continued. After that, she took a last breath and sat on the stone stool in the courtyard. Using the Luoshuang that killed you, she first cut off the bones of her right wrist with her own hands, and then pierced it into her heart."

"Of course, she came back alive later, with the body of a dead person. But everything she was most proud of was ruined. She could no longer use a sword or write calligraphy. Although her internal strength was still there, she couldn't use her right hand after being disabled. Swordsmanship can no longer beat other masters. Uncle Yun Tang and the others bothered to find a successor for her, not because she really needed someone to guard her. And after that, she was completely destroyed. The original arrogance and self-esteem."

"For the past three thousand years, I have been able to pursue the person I love unscrupulously, but she has been repressed and restrained. Do you think it is all because of respect? No one can understand. Actually... she is inferior. At the top of the world, the person who is looking down at the world is the most unacceptable to a mutilated self. She personally turns herself into a waste, and then feels that such waste is not worthy of you, and is not qualified to ask for too much response. You know She is not very good at taking care of herself. Sometimes she is like a child. Three thousand years ago, she had a powerful martial arts close to her body, and she had a status above ten thousand people, so she occasionally showed a childish side. It is contrast and cuteness. But nowadays, she has nothing, but she still can’t take care of herself. That’s why she feels that she is a drag on you, and that she has nothing to like about her. For these reasons, She never dared to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, she only dared to look at you silently from a distance, waiting for you, and after your permission, she dared to do what she wanted to do."

"So Master, you have to understand."

"Her gentleness is her inferiority complex."

Qing Huan covered her mouth, sobbing silently, salty and wet tears in her fingers.

She has always thought that Nanyang today is much softer than it was three thousand years ago, it is the polishing of years and the precipitation of time, but she did not expect that after the truth is torn apart, it will be so devastated.

The words inferiority appeared on Nan Yang's body, and the sorrow was as much as the violation. Once such a arrogant, powerful and arrogant person, in order to get a chance to chase his lover, he made himself unrecognizable. In the end, because of his unrecognizable, he dare not stand back to his lover. All cause is an effect, an effect is a cause, and the cause and effect cycle, but she has always been tortured by herself.

At the beginning, Nan Yang only used the sentence "I paid a little price" to lightly downplay these unbearables. Her tone was so careless that she made Qing Huan mistakenly think that the price was really not worth mentioning. Also, a person like Nanyang always has her pride in her bones. How can she allow her humble and fragile side to be exposed to the person she likes?

For the reunion of this life, Nanyang really gave up too much. Qing Huan began to feel that it was ridiculous that she wondered if Nan Yang really loved her in the morning. There really wouldn't be anyone in this world who would love her more than Nan Yang.

Nanyang is the fool who forgets to love himself in order to love others.

Fortunately, there is still a long time in the future. Although it is not as long as three thousand years, it is enough for her to replenish all the love that she has missed in the past.

If Nanyang doesn't know how to love herself, then she will help her love her.

Love to grow old.

Love to death.

At some point, it was completely dark. The orange lights on both sides of the bank reflected in the dark river water, like a piece of Kongming lanterns upside down.

The phone shook suddenly.

Qing Huan took out her phone, turned on the screen, and saw a message from Nanyang on the WeChat interface:

[The boat is about to sail. 】

Qing Huan pursed her lips with tears in her tears and smiled, and quickly typed three words with her fingertips to reply:

【wait for me. 】

Five seconds later, a new white box message pops up at the bottom, exactly the same length as the previous green box, which fits perfectly and neatly matches:

【I wait for you. 】

The author has something to say:

Didn’t she wait for you ninety-eighth, she watched you die ninety-eight times

Do you dare to think about this sentence?