Hua Ting's eyes moved slightly, and she reached out to take the cigarette pole.
She had seen this old-fashioned white copper inlaid pipe in a TV series.
The entire pipe was carved from white copper ox bone, and the surface was polished smooth and round.
Two pictures of Arhats were engraved on the stem, and the shaft was attached.
There are white copper patches with auspicious patterns such as bats and eagles, a lion's face pattern on the bottom of the cigarette rod, and the double nose is the air outlet.
The workmanship is fine, and you can tell it is valuable at a glance.
Inagaki Shihei lowered his eyes and looked at the pipe in Hua Ting's hand for a long time, then twitched the corner of his lips and smiled: "If Miss Bai has the courage to take a sip, then the deal will be finalized."
Hua Ting looked at him expressionlessly, her eyes were filled with dead silence, like a wave of lake water without any ripples.
What looked like clear jade from the outside, but inside was the darkness that could not be seen from the sky, weighing heavily.
Inch by inch, all the freshness is swallowed up, corroded, and turned into wet soot.
But Inagaki Zhipei was fascinated.
The woman in front of him was like the clear snow on the top of the Tianshan Mountains when she was not smiling.
When she was smiling, she was like the warmest red sun in winter.
If this woman named Baihuating belonged to him, she would how good "Isn't it just smoking opium?"
Hua Ting's lips opened and closed, and her melodious voice came out, "What's so difficult?
Besides, I've been growing up on opium since I was a child."
Inagaki Zhipei raised his hand and signaled her to "please".
Hua Ting's hand holding the pipe was still steady, but the waves in her eyes flickered several times, and then she frowned almost invisible.
Inagaki Zhipei stared at her, his eyes sharp and penetrating, as if he refused to miss any small and subtle changes on her face.
Just die.
You can't give up halfway when things get to this point.
Hua Ting thought this, put the cigarette holder into her mouth, calmed down, and took a very slight puff.
A choking feeling accompanied by nausea and dizziness came from her throat.
She was choked and felt dizzy and her head hurt like it was about to be sawed.
She had never smoked cigarettes and did not know about opium.
How to smoke it?
As she lowered her head and coughed violently, she suddenly thought rationally that she was lucky after all.
The smoke did not reach her lungs, but instead swayed back and forth in her mouth like a bitter pill.
She hates opium and is afraid of opium.
She knows very well that the state of mind of those who overdose on opium will reach a state of numb meditation, and the body can also experience a sense of euphoria accompanied by crazy hallucinations; those poisonous drugs published in history textbooks The photos of the victims appeared before her eyes in a real and cruel scene.
They were skinny, sallow-faced, and mentally depressed.
Their body organs were heading towards failure step by step, and then towards death step by step.
"Miss Bai is a novice at first glance."
Inagaki Shihei smiled, his eyes full of amusement, but he was no longer embarrassed and handed her a freshly brewed cup of tea, "I like Miss Bai's temperament."
Hua Ting finally stopped coughing, sat up straight and looked at him, "Mr.
Inagaki, you are satisfied."
The bloodshot eyes were not dissipated, but her curled eyelashes kept fanning, "It is true that I have never smoked opium."
He took the teacup with his hand and took a sip of the warm tea.
"Miss Bai is indeed as courageous as the rumors say."
"Thank you."
As soon as he said these words, a coquettish and mocking smile appeared on his face.
Naturally, Inagaki Zhipei couldn't understand, so he stretched out his hand to take back the white copper pipe on the table, "I always like to deal with straightforward people."
"Then this business," Hua Tingyanfeng said slowly, swaying around Inagaki Zhipei's face, and her smile became even stronger, "it will be at the price that Mr.
Bai set before."
Inagaki Zhipei smiled, took a sip of tea, stretched out his index finger and waved it twice in front of her eyes, "No" "What?"
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Hua Ting lowered her eyes and took a sip of tea, her palms became cold and sweaty.
"Miss Bai has a cheerful temperament.
Naturally, I won't take advantage of you.
This business is a business."
The smile in Inagaki Zhipei's eyes trembled slightly.
"Just pay the original price.
How about this, Miss Bai?"
Hua Ting's heart skipped a beat and she naturally nodded, "Mr.
Inagaki is also a generous person."
Inagaki Zhipei laughed and gave her another cup of Jin Junmei in a good mood.
When we left the teahouse, it was raining heavily.
Hua Ting still felt a discomfort in her throat.
Seeing Jian Yi holding an umbrella down, she raised her hand to signal him to stop.
Although Jian Yi was puzzled, she also stopped obediently.
Hua Ting stood three meters away from him, letting the thunderstorm drenched her so she could recover from the pungent smell of smoke; she looked at Jian Yi across from her through the thick rain curtain. , he held a black umbrella, lowered his head, his eyes were elegant and penetrating, sinking deeper and deeper into her lost eyes.
Hua Ting stood in the rain, like the carved pillars and painted buildings around her that were covered with snow.
It was astonishingly beautiful, but it was not clear at all.
I don't know how much time passed, but Jian Yi smiled and narrowed her eyes into a crescent moon.
Her dimples were lightly dimpled, and she was so cute that she said, "Have you showered me enough?"
She nodded and he walked towards her.
Hua Ting caught a cold that night and became very ill.
She did not get better for three days in a row.
Jian Yi sat on the edge of her bed, took the medicine bowl, put her hand against the wall of the bowl to check the temperature, "Sister Hua, you better not get involved in such things in the future, leave it to me."
After checking the temperature, she took the medicine The small porcelain spoon was swirling around in the dark red liquid.
"I'd love to."
The medicine spoon was handed to her lips, and she opened her mouth obediently to drink.
She looked up at Jian Yi's face.
He was looking at her, with a faint dark green color at the corners of his eyes, and his thin lips were tightly closed.
Only then did Hua Ting realize that he was not smiling.
When she was young, her lip line had grown so firm, and even the tip of her straight nose was stained with a layer of frost that would keep strangers away.
"I don't allow it."
The three words were shortened, but they were said firmly and forcefully.
Hua Ting took a sip of the medicine, tilted her head and smiled at him.
This smile seemed to have snatched away the fireworks in the red candle.
Her lips brushed ambiguously against his fingertips, she raised her head, and drank from his hand.
The medicine bottomed out quickly, and Jian also put the bowl down, then leaned over to tuck the corner of the quilt for her.
Hua Ting stared at him silently, and when she saw that he had no more words to say and was about to stand up again, she grabbed his wrist.
"Since we are husband and wife," she raised her head to look at him, the smile in her eyes flickered but then flashed with a fierce light for a moment, "we should share blessings and hardships together.
This is also my original intention of marrying you."
After saying that.
She smiled secretly.
She had been ill for a long time, and even her words became pretentious.
Jian Yi exhaled a long and heavy breath, did not speak, and just shook his head.
Hua Ting paused for a while, then slowly released the hand holding his, and said, "I can do as much as I can, because I'm not sure when I will go back."
Jian Yi let out a sigh, and her sculpted face finally became a little looser, "Why did Sister Hua talk about going back?"
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"You know, I don't belong to your generation."
Jian Yi looked at her, her fair and tender face had lost its sick look at the moment, her loose black hair was draped over her shoulders, her brows were slightly frowned, a little light, and her eyes were staring blankly at his hand on the quilt. .
I don’t know how long it took, but the hand suddenly moved, slowly raised, touched her forehead, touched the center of her eyebrows, followed her undrawn eyebrows, from her eyebrows to one-third of the eyebrow peak.
After a pause, he slid towards the end of his eyebrows again.
"Sister Hua, where are you from?"
Hua Ting raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes filled with a little sadness.
Jian Yi stared at her eyebrows, her dry lips wriggled slightly, and then fell silent again.
Only the shadow of her face was left in her eyes, and she sighed after a long while. , the voice was so low that it seemed as if it was not coming from the throat: "I don't want to hear these nonsense from Sister Hua anymore."
"Jian Yi, don't deceive yourself.
The September 18th Incident is the best proof."
Her eyes were extremely peaceful, like the tranquility of all the people and things around her.
This kind of tranquility is different from the silent death.
It is alive. , vital, beating gently with the pulse of his blood, and secret joy growing from the bottom of my heart.
"Don't forget what I told you, 1945."
"Sister Hua," Jian Yi leaned forward, moved her buttocks, and leaned on the back of the bed.
It was rare that she was interested in fooling around with her, "How about you tell me what it was like in that era?"
"You don't understand," Hua Ting tilted her head and smiled the next moment.
The familiar coquettish smile rose from her throat and hummed in her nose, "Don't mention how free I was in that era.
In addition, technology is very advanced.
If you want to find someone, it is not easy to find someone.
You can find clues through WeChat and Weibo on your mobile phone.
The heavy old telephone set downstairs in our house has long been eliminated by my time.
It’s become an antique” Jian Yi listened quietly with a smile on his face.
"Do you know where the capital of China was after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War?
It's the place where the inspectors are now.
In my time, it was renamed Beijing.
It's a foreign name, but I'm still from Shanghai."
Hua Ting became more and more enthusiastic as she spoke.
He coughed twice and continued, "It's just that the Shanghai of my time is very different from the Shanghai of today.
The current French Concession or the British Concession became tourist attractions in my time."
"Sister Hua, why do you say it as if it's true?"
Jian Yi shook her shoulders and couldn't help laughing.
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