Jinhua's eyes were glued to the celadon bottle.
She watched the celadon bottle spin and sway.
The heart was beating rapidly in the chest, the pulse was also frantic on the wrist, and the temples were about to burst.
At the moment when the celadon bottle carrying the weight of death fell, the heartbeat rate had already exploded to the extreme, the blood flowed back, and the whole body was so cold that it was numb.
"A Kuan" shouted sadly, almost rushing over and catching the bottle that released the dust with his body.
The bottle was safe, but the powder dust was all over my head and face.
The smell of death permeated the whole body, guilt, shame, sadness, etc.
The emotions that broke out in a moment were like a big cocoon, tightly entangling Rong Jinhua.
Looking at the celadon vase in her arms, the tears trapped in her eyes finally collapsed in an instant.
Drop after drop, it fell on the celadon vase, bit by bit, washing away the dust stuck on the face.
The tears mixed with the smelly ashes slid down the face, and the bitter tears flowed into the mouth and nose.
Drops fell to the ground.
Jinhua wiped away her tears and wanted to calm down, but the tears fell uncontrollably again.
She couldn't protect A Kuan in the tomb, and she couldn't even send him away safely.
Looking at the pair of cloth shoes in front of him, Jinhua's eyes flashed fiercely, and the cold light was like a rain of arrows, shooting at the black-skinned man.
The dark-skinned man bent down and grabbed the bottle in Jinhua's arms.
While snatching the celadon bottle from Jinhua's arms, he placed the bronze knife he pulled off the shelf on Jinhua's fair neck.
"If you tell the truth, I will spare your life.
From whom did you hear Gao Kuan?
How did Gao Kuan die?"
The coldness of the blade made Jinhua wake up.
The tears on her face had dried and her eyes were sleepy, but she still managed to observe the dark-skinned man through the sunlight coming through the window.
The misery gradually receded like an ebbing tide, and her heart became hard again, like a stubborn stone.
In other words, she was a stubborn person, no matter now or three years ago.
"Give me peaches and repay Qiong Yao.
It's good for a bandit to repay you."
Looking at the celadon vase in the hand of the black-skinned man, Jinhua suddenly thought of this thing that she had never understood when she was studying in a girls' school. poem.
At this moment, she suddenly understood.
No matter life or death, no matter how fiercely separated her from Gao Kuan, no matter how yin and yang separated them into two, she always had him in her heart.
As long as she always remembers him, he will be alive.
No amount of Qiong Yao can repay his affection.
And all she can give is to live well.
Remember him.
Looking at the dark-skinned man with a heavy face, Jinhua was thinking quickly in her mind.
As a weak woman, she would not be able to defeat a strong man physically.
Therefore, she could only rely on outsmarting to get back Gao Kuan's ashes. .
Liuli Street was bustling with people.
While paying attention to the movement outside the door, Jinhua moved his neck a little away from the bronze sword and said to the dark-skinned man: "Sir, you have something to discuss.
Swords are ruthless, and matters of lofty and lenient matters.
Let me tell you slowly."
This statement can only be a temporary reprieve.
If she wants to get out of the current predicament, Jinhua knows that she has a tough battle to fight.
Seeing Jin Hua's submission, the dark-skinned man put down the bronze sword in his hand and looked at Jin Hua for a long time before he spoke and warned: "Don't try to make up lies to fool me, otherwise you will suffer."
Jinhua frowned and asked her to speak to the dark-skinned man with a shy smile.
Naturally, she couldn't do it, so she had to swallow her anger first and avoid his sharpness.
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The narration of the story was plain and long.
When Jinhua finished narrating the whole story in a calm tone, it was already dark.
The dark-skinned man lit the lamp and sat calmly under the lamp, staring at Jinhua.
"You are Ronghua."
Seeing the dark-skinned man's face soothing, Jinhua was a little stunned.
"I heard Gao Kuan talk about you.
You can take the things he ordered from me."
The black-skinned man's words disrupted Jinhua's arrangement, and she was caught off guard.
"you" "Gao Kuan and I are close brothers."
The dark-skinned man replied as if he had guessed what Jin Hua was thinking.
"I don't want to tell you more about Gao Kuan, and you shouldn't know what's going on.
I will send Gao Kuan back, and you won't have to worry about anything in the future."
"I" Jinhua was a little dizzy, why did Gao Kuan's matter have nothing to do with her.
"Miss Rong, I advise you that there are some things that you should not know.
Don't tell anyone about Gao Kuan's death.
From now on, this matter will be a secret."
At the end of his words, the black-skinned man changed his mind.
She was extremely serious, and Jinhua was like a mist.
She didn't expect Gao Kuan's origin to be so mysterious.
Looking at the jewelry box handed over by the dark-skinned man, Jinhua took it after much hesitation, put it in his hand, and looked at it, feeling uneasy and restless.
"If you don't open it and take a look, what did Gao Kuan give you?"
The dark-skinned man held a cigarette in his mouth, rubbed a match in one hand, and lit the cigarette.
White smoke curled up from the man's hand, swirling and disappearing in the darkness.
Jinhua put her hand on the jewelry box, stroking the black velvet surface with her fingers, and couldn't help but retract her hand.
What is Gao Kuan going to give her?
She wanted to know, but she didn't dare to know.
"Why don't you open it?"
The dark-skinned man held the cigarette between his two fingers and took a deep breath.
Seeing that Jinhua was motionless, he asked.
"Sir, please tell me what's in this box."
Jinhua looked at the dark-skinned man with a wry smile.
The dark-skinned man blew out a smoke ring, shook the ashes in the glass ashtray, and took another puff: "You'd better see what's in it for yourself, I won't interfere too much."
Jinhua gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and opened the lid of the box.
When she saw the contents of the box, her face changed again and again, and her hands were trembling.
With a bang, the box in his hand fell to the ground.
There is a small bell in the box.
As the box falls, it rolls on the ground and makes a tinkling sound.
Staring at the bell, Jinhua confirmed it again and again, suppressing the ecstasy in her heart.
That bell was the Donghuang Bell she had seen.
She was dizzy by the surprise, but in fact, she was horrified to think about it.
However, Jinhua was still immersed in joy and did not wake up.
She pointed at the box and asked eagerly: "This thing" The dark-skinned man looked over and saw what was in front of Jinhua.
There was a little disappointment in his eyes: "It turns out to be a bell.
I thought Gao Kuan could..."
"What will happen"
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The dark-skinned man seemed to have come to his senses and immediately shut his mouth.
No matter how Jin Hua asked, he remained silent.
The joy in Jinhua's heart gradually faded.
She looked at the dark-skinned man and suddenly thought of something.
Gao Kuan didn't know about the Donghuang Bell, so why did he find the Donghuang Bell and give it to her?
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