The cold dew was heavy, and although the thin quilt clung to my body, it still couldn't stop the cool breeze from blowing in from the broken window.
Jinhua didn't feel sleepy.
The rain outside the window stopped, then stopped again.
In the quiet night, the sound of wind, rain, occasional coughs and footsteps of people returning home at night, all the sounds became clearer in such a night.
These sounds were like a wriggling reptile, crawling into Jinhua's ears. .
She tightened the quilt, stared straight at the dark staircase, opened her mouth, and suddenly stopped before she could pronounce the word "bitch".
She wanted to call Xiaoqing to hold the lamp, but suddenly she remembered that Xiaoqing had nothing to do with her, and Xiaoqing was no longer here, so she stopped talking.
Rong Jinhua has been afraid of the dark since she was a child.
During the eighteen years of her stay in the Rong family, her parents pampered her and she always slept with a light on at night.
A few days ago, Xiaoqing said that it was too expensive to sleep with the lights on, and besides, they didn't have much money to spend, so Xiaoqing coaxed her to turn off the lights and sleep.
These days, she seems to be used to it, but this habit is based on Xiaoqing's on the basis of where it is.
Now she was alone in this small detached building, and all the fantasies about the dark night came alive at the entrance of this dark staircase.
Jinhua's mind quickly flashed through the horror stories circulating in the alley.
Embroidered shoes, a hanged bride, fox monsters eating people, all kinds of horrifying stories were repeated in her fantasy at this staircase.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the top of the stairs.
She couldn't help but tighten her face, and her ears stood up uncontrollably.
Her hands were stirring back and forth in the quilt, and it was obvious that she was very nervous.
After the loud noise, there was no sound again.
Although she was scared, she was still a little curious, and of course there was a trace of girlish fantasy.
She expected Zhongjun to come see her, but since the incident in the Rong family, Zhongjun never appeared again.
When he passed in front of her, she seemed to understand what Zhongjun meant.
She knew that Zhongjun was hiding from her, but she still hoped that Zhongjun loved her.
He was hiding from her, probably because he didn't want her to feel more sad when she saw him.
After all, Rong Before anything happened at home, they were already discussing marriage.
"Loyal Lord."
She timidly called out to the stairs in a low voice.
There was no movement in the depths of darkness.
She sat up, leaned forward in the quilt, and looked eagerly at the stairs.
After waiting for a long time, there was no sound at the stairs.
Just when she was about to fumble to light a lamp, there were footsteps again on the stairs.
The sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs was faintly mixed with heavy breathing.
It sounded like the person coming was a man.
At that moment, she was overjoyed and filled with joy, which turned into two words and exhaled happily.
"loyal to the king" The footsteps stopped.
The person coming here is not a loyal king.
Jinhua suddenly felt uneasy.
When she saw brother Xiaoqing's military uniform, she should have understood that she should take the initiative to hand over Xiaoqing's deed of betrayal to him instead of negotiating conditions with him.
What did that military uniform mean in this troubled world?
Yes, she should have understood earlier, not to mention that the shop given by Brother Xiaoqing was also a piece of fat.
There are many people on the beach who are adding insult to injury, but few are offering help in times of need.
What's more, she is no longer Sister Jin of the Rong family.
Even if Xiaoqing's brother doesn't take action himself, in this big Shanghai, with eyes staring at the rising upstarts and looking at the military uniform, how can there be only a few people who want to fawn over him?
Jinhua sighed secretly in her heart, feeling overwhelmingly hopeless.
After experiencing these worldly events, she just wanted to work hard to survive.
In her mind, she had been holding back tears for several days, and a little sparkle slowly rolled down from the corner of her eyes.
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Rong Jinhua was suitable for the word Mingyan.
She was sad and desperate and was not pretty.
Looking at the dark shadow getting closer and closer in front of her with hazy eyes, Jinhua knelt on the bed.
"Let me go.
I don't want the deed of the shop.
I'll give it back to you, as long as you let me go."
She kowtowed, her hair disheveled, and she was a bit crazy.
The black figure didn't say anything, just snorted: "Bandage."
Jinhua nodded hurriedly like a chicken pecking at rice, and said eagerly: "Yes, yes, yes."
After saying that, he eagerly jumped out of the bed, stepped on the floor with his bare feet, and pulled out the drawer from the bottom of the cabinet next to the bed. box.
This was left by her mother.
Her mother left a lot of things for her.
All the jewelry and antiques had been moved away long ago.
Only this medicine box was left behind by the creditor because he thought it was shabby.
Unfortunately, the creditor missed it.
The box has a mezzanine, and there are several pieces of quite expensive jewelry inside.
The one she pawned for Xiaoqing was one of the pieces.
Now she has pawned all the jewelry and bought the house she lives in now and some Home use.
Jinhua opened the box.
There were many metal surgical tools in the box, as well as brown glass bottles containing liquid, cotton gauze and bandages.
Jinhua guessed that these were the medical tools that his mother used when he was studying medicine earlier.
Those things were neatly placed.
Jinhua took out a bandage and handed it over fearfully.
As she got closer, Jinhua saw clearly that the black figure was indeed a man, but the room was too dim and she couldn't see the man's face clearly.
When the man saw Jinhua walking in, he tore off his upper body clothes without hesitation.
The sound of tearing made Jinhua blush.
The man asked Jinhua to get some medicinal wine, and Jinhua simply moved the entire medicine box. come over.
The man's eyes were very sharp, and Jinhua could see the light in the man's eyes even in the dark night, but there was no emotion in the man's eyes when he looked at her.
Jinhua remembered something he had read in some storybook.
The book said that most people with such eyes were killers.
She shrank her neck, a little afraid, and looked at the metal knives in the box, thinking.
There is a saying that strikes first to gain the upper hand.
After thinking about it, she swallowed, a little frightened by her own thoughts, but she noticed the unusually unfriendly gaze and immediately came back to her senses.
Sure enough, the man was looking at her with a displeased expression.
Jinhua was busy laughing along with her, but the man just glanced at her lightly, pointed to his shoulder, and motioned for Jinhua to hold his shoulder.
Jinhua walked over and held him down, and then was overwhelmed by the smell of blood.
The man's shoulder was bloody, and a wound was bleeding.
It was obvious that he had been shot.
"Help me take out the bullet," the man said.
Jinhua was silent.
At this moment, she was hesitating.
This man was injured.
Wouldn't she kill him?
But he was a living person and he was injured.
How could she take advantage of him?
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But he is also the killer of those greedy people who come to take his life.
He wants to kill her.
If he saves her, won't he hasten his own demise?
In Jinhua's more than ten years of knowledge, no matter what happens, she has her own principles and a bottom line that cannot be occupied.
This principle is mainstream morality at a certain level.
For example, killing and harming others are not allowed.
Yes, Jinhua firmly believes in forgiveness and care.
This kind of thinking is deeply influenced by church schools and Confucianism, and is also the result of family education.
Her mother was from a new generation who studied in the West in her early years, and her father was a Confucian businessman.
"Help me take out the bullet."
The man repeated again.
Jinhua looked at the man's wound and gritted his teeth.
After that, she took out the half-full bottle of coriander from under the bed, took two sips, and sprayed it on the man's wound.
She was originally a little proud and wanted to see the man's painful expression, but the man remained calm and calm.
He gave her a very cold look.
Jinhua shuddered, expelled all the unrealistic fantasies from his mind, and concentrated on helping the man treat his wounds.
After she wiped the knife and tweezers with white orchid, she used the tweezers to pick up the bullet squeezed into the man's shoulder flesh.
The white meat turned over, revealing a large area of red.
Jinhua carefully expanded the wound and clamped the bullet with tweezers. , it was pinched out of the man's body tremblingly.
After that, the man's wound first bleed some dirty blood, and then began to bleed uncontrollably.
Jinhua stood, a little at a loss in panic.
The man took a packet of medicine from the medicine box and poured it on the wound, and threw some bandages to her.
Jinhua picked up the bandage and bandaged the man's wound that had stopped bleeding after applying medicine.
He wrapped it around it for a long time, and finally not only wrapped the man's shoulder into a rice dumpling, but also tied it with a crappy bow.
The man lay on his back on the bed and motioned for her to pack her things expressionlessly.
Jinhua scrubbed the tools with white orchid and put them in the medical box.
Then he put the medical box back far away, crumpled the man's clothes and the cotton gauze used to wipe the blood and threw them into a ball in the corner of the room.
"Will you still kill me?"
After doing this, Jinhua looked into the man's eyes and asked with a forced smile.
Her eyes were full of desire for life.
This strong emotion made her already beautiful.
His face became more and more beautiful, and the man looked a little dazed.
Before the man could speak, a strong beam of light suddenly shone in from outside the window and cast a shadow on the wall.
It became noisy outside.
The man turned his head suddenly, jumped up from the bed, walked to the window, turned sideways and looked down.
Jinhua also walked to the window and saw seven or eight rows of people standing downstairs.
There were people wearing black coats, holding firearms and knives in their hands.
They were going door to door, as if they were looking for someone.
Jinhua subconsciously turned her head and glanced at the man next to her.
That look made the man wary.
The man covered her mouth and pressed her onto the bed.
Jinhua struggled, but was still suppressed by the man.
She was overwhelmed by the man.
For a moment, Jinhua was very happy.
Fortunately, he did not do anything evil.
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The two of them were listening to the noise outside on the bed, and suddenly they heard the middle-aged aunt's voice cursing.
Jinhua couldn't hear it clearly.
It was roughly saying that it disturbed people's dreams in the middle of the night.
Listening to the tone, there were many people in black coats.
It's someone my aunt knows.
Afterwards, Jinhua was caught off guard, and the man twisted her arm hard, causing her to cry out in pain, her voice soft and tender.
Downstairs, the aunt was heard cursing again, saying she was doing something without closing the window.
This time Jinhua heard clearly, her face became hot, she was ashamed and annoyed, and she secretly glared at the man.
The matter was over.
The people in black coats downstairs were not interested in listening to the aunt's scolding, so they left to search elsewhere.
Soon, silence returned to the alley.
Jinhua waited for a long time, and when she saw that there was absolutely no movement outside, she pushed away the hand covering her mouth.
Of course, she did not forget that this person was here to seduce her soul and take her life, and the attack was not serious.
This night was difficult.
The man had not left when Jinhua was still awake.
When she woke up, it was already sunrise and the man was no longer in the room.
She even remembered that the ball of clothes that the man had left in the corner was not there. figure.
If it weren't for the traces of blood on the ground that had not been cleaned up, she would have even doubted whether she was having a dream.
Thinking about this, Jinhua quickly took out her purse and looked through it.
The deed to the shop and two silver coins were still there.
She was a little confused about the man last night.
She had previously guessed that it was someone sent by Brother Xiaoqing, but looking at the momentum last night, it didn't look like that.
Those things were not mentioned for the time being.
At that moment, Jinhua realized that she was in trouble again.
She saw Xiaoqing's brother at the window, still wearing the same military uniform, standing next to the black car downstairs and waving to her. sjgsf0916: