Hua Ting made herself a cup of tea, pressed her clean fingers on the teapot, and the clear water column echoed in the cup.
The water in the pot body swayed little by little, and the hot steam overflowed from the mouth of the cup.
She finished a series of actions slowly, then looked at the color of the water in the cup, then picked up the handkerchief on the side and wiped her hands, and said to Chen Shu: "Brother Chen, we don't bargain, I'm still the same In a word, pay with your life.”
Chen Shu's throat moved slightly, but he didn't speak.
Bai Qihong turned the ring on his thumb a few more times, spinning his fingers slowly.
The smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to confirm to Hua Ting that this daughter was really becoming more and more like him.
Chen Shu had a cold look on his face and was playing with the matches on the table casually.
Then he raised his eyelids and glanced at her and said, "How many lives does Miss Bai want?"
Hua Ting raised her eyebrows at him and said, "What do you think?"
Chen Shu moved his fingers, and his heart felt like ice shards were falling bit by bit.
The tea in the cup was refilled.
Hua Ting squinted her eyes and counted the perpetrators standing behind him.
Her voice was cold and crisp, "No more, no less, exactly five."
Chen Shu frowned, and the man in black behind him obviously lost his composure: "Boss, stop talking nonsense with them, brothers are just waiting for your instructions."
Hua Ting sighed softly, closed the tea cup and put it gently on the table.
Her eyes when looking at Chen Shu were still calm, but the corners of her mouth slightly shrank: "What do you mean by an instruction?
Gang Leader Chen" raised her right eyebrow As soon as he raised his head, his expression became a bit more energetic than before.
"According to Miss Bai, there is no room for negotiation on this matter."
Chen Shu frowned deeply.
"Yes."
Hua Ting loosened her grip on the cup handle, her face was calm and relaxed, she changed the position of her crossed legs, and when her toes landed, she tapped her heels lightly.
For the man in front of her, does she still love or hate her?
It’s not that she has never hated her, but this kind of hatred was inadvertently consumed by another emotion in the process of revenge.
Now the illusory love is almost enough.
To the point of being ignored.
"Boss, don't talk nonsense with this woman."
The man in black spoke urgently, one hand already reaching into the holster on his waist, "This woman was pretending to be a hypocrite before helping us burn."
There was a "bang" sound, and the man in black was shot in the heart.
A pair of pupils that were filled with contempt suddenly dimmed, and his body leaned against the wooden wall panel behind him without warning.
Chen Shu still sat there calmly, but his eyes flickered.
The revolver in Hua Ting's hand was blowing out white smoke from its muzzle.
She lowered her eyelashes, and the waves in her eyes swayed gently.
"There are four more," her voice whispered lowly from her throat, "do you want to come one by one?"
Hua Ting looked at him condescendingly.
Chen Shu's pupils reflected her leisurely face, and his mind uncontrollably recalled his smile when he saw her for the first time.
It was in this private room, the light was very dim, but he seemed to I saw the spring breeze, the gorgeous sun, the brilliant flowers blooming, and the romantic clouds.
After being silent for too long, he finally raised a faint smile, which contained no trace of warmth, "Miss Bai, please feel free to do so."
The next four gunshots resounded throughout the Bremen Café.
Hua Ting and Bai Qihong walked down the stairs one after another.
She put the silver revolver in her hand back into her waist pocket, and her shoulders trembled slightly with the late tension.
"Well done."
Bai Qihong, who was walking in front, put on his gray felt hat again and looked back with a strong sense of appreciation, "This is my daughter."
Hua Ting followed him slowly, her eyes burning and sad.
Yes, this is Bai Qihong’s daughter
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The blue sky is scattered with catkin-shaped clouds.
Through the car window, you can just see the lively street scene outside, palm-sized sesame cakes, plump wontons, and vendors stacking them happily.
Smiling faces hawked and shouted, and even the war did not seem to affect the people at all.
Even the current affairs news sang by the newsboys had a crisp and inexperienced voice.
Hua Ting suddenly remembered the embarrassing scene that day when she and Chen Shu were sitting at a wonton stall at a corner of a street, holding hands, and she felt as if they were in another world.
It was a long time ago, right?
Now as time goes by, they are all changing.
Hua Ting leaned back on the car seat, crossed her legs, and prepared to read today's newspapers comfortably.
However, the moment the car passed the Gu family ancestral hall, she suddenly remembered the high stage theater and the dark crowd inside the ancestral hall.
Gao Xiang The hot smell and the singing voice of "baaaaaaah" that she didn't understand at all, suddenly shouted to stop.
Since the inspector left, she has never come to the Gu family ancestral hall to listen to a play.
Hua Ting pushed open the ajar mahogany door of the Gu family ancestral hall with her bare hands.
The door creaked and there was no trace of dust.
The yard was bare and there was nothing.
After the inspector left, even the Gu family ancestral hall became more and more deserted.
She strolled inside, surrounded by a row of flower guns.
When the sun was nice, the actors always put their costumes here to dry. sun.
Next to the patio are large and small copper basins.
Before dawn in the morning, the actors would rush here to wash their faces.
The railings used to hold their legs are still there, but why are they missing?
apprentice It was very dark inside the ancestral hall.
There was a portrait of the ancestors right above.
A few wisps of sandalwood smoke drifted up from the incense burner.
A thin figure was kneeling in the middle of the yard.
The futon was removed, and the man's legs were separated.
Wearing a thin petticoat, it sticks directly to the cool stone floor.
Shi Yin Ai An old man in a green cloth gown was holding a thick snakeskin whip in his hand, but his calm words contained a frightening force, "How come you only know now that you are coming back?
Do you think this is a place where you can come whenever you want?"
A place where you can just go” Shi Yin'ai, who was kneeling on the ground, straightened his body and stared blankly at the incense burner on the altar table.
He didn't know if he heard it.
The old man sighed, raised his hand, and used a snakeskin whip as thick as his thumb to make a bluff in the air.
The man's weak voice was immediately thrown onto Shi Yin'ai's back with a snap.
Shi Yin'ai's body trembled heavily, almost shrinking from the pain, a burning sting came from her back, and the force of the long whip almost penetrated her back and hit her heart.
When the second whip came, she had already instinctively convulsed, and a large amount of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
She lowered her head and gritted her teeth, but she just hummed without screaming.
Hua Ting knew that the old man in the green cloth gown was the owner of the Gu family ancestral hall and the leader of the troupe.
But what was the relationship between Shi Yin Ai and him?
Why was he punished to kneel for this?
After being whipped three times, Shi Yin'ai's face turned pale, and beads of sweat fell from her forehead into her eyes.
She was so sore that she couldn't open her eyes.
She tried her best to move her arms forward, propped herself up, and tried to push through.
The sound of the whip in the air suddenly stopped.
Shi Yin'ai waited for a moment, but it didn't fall again.
She looked back and saw Jian Yi standing behind her, folding his right hand and holding the whip in the palm of his hand.
The courtyard of the ancestral hall seemed to be against the light.
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Jian Yi stood in the light and shadow.
Hua Ting couldn't see his face clearly.
She only saw a slender silhouette that seemed to be rimmed with gold.
She looked at his hand that took the whip.
He held it so lightly.
Casually, his fair and slender fingers held the jet-black snakeskin whip, and the whip seemed to become a toy worth admiring in his beautiful fingers.
Jian Yi seems to have always been this kind of person.
She seems to maintain a certain degree of elegance in every action she makes.
He said: "Master Shi, won't you feel distressed if you punish your daughter corporally like this?"
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