The weather was not so good early the next morning.
Several gray clouds gathered in the dark sky, pressing down heavily on the horizon.
Hua Ting looked at several men who looked like members of the Dragon Gang, all bowing their heads and walking quickly.
Except for the sound of tiny footsteps, no one made the slightest sound.
The dull atmosphere seemed to be stained by the dark clouds on the horizon, which made her heart skip a beat.
One jump.
Entering the gate of the dilapidated ancestral hall, I saw a panicked crowd.
Several Dragon Gang disciples sat slumped in front of the door and cried bitterly.
Their hair was messy and they had no time to put on their shoes.
Tears and snot had already soaked into the ravines between the rough skin.
A pair of eyes full of red bloodshot eyes looked at her unfocused.
After being stunned for a long time, he licked his chapped lips a few times, as if he wanted to say something.
At this time, several servants carried a person in from outside.
His face was covered with a thick gray cloth, and his face could not be seen clearly.
He could only vaguely make out his body shape, which was a little thin.
His feet without shoes were pale in color.
Just looking at the blue-gray skin made him feel lifeless and lifeless. .
A large amount of dark red blood seeped out from the cloth covering her face, causing Hua Ting's chest to feel tight as she swayed.
There was no expression on her face and she just asked softly: "Chen Shu" Several disciples stopped sobbing and replied neatly to her: "It's Gang Leader Chen."
She only stared at the hanging wrists of the "corpse" and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it okay?"
Because the shot she fired deliberately avoided Chen Shu's vitals and hit his left chest and lung.
With her marksmanship, there was absolutely no way she could go wrong.
Hua Ting stared blankly at the "corpse" on the stretcher.
At her feet were Dragon Gang disciples coming and going, but her ears were silent and she couldn't hear the slightest sound until a withered hand held her tightly.
After grabbing her wrist, a Dragon Gang disciple Kuaiyu scolded: "The Chen Gang's main purpose is not to save you, and it won't reach this point today."
There was a loud bang in Hua Ting's ears, as if thunder suddenly rolled over the dark clouds in the sky.
She suddenly threw away the hand of this Dragon Gang disciple, raised her skirt and chased after him.
The look on her face made the servants waiting at the side watch.
I was panicked and hurriedly went up to stop him.
She, she couldn't struggle.
She just watched Chen Shu's body disappearing from around the corner.
She didn't care about anything at the moment.
She only spoke with a trembling voice: "He's not dead yet.
Believe me, the bullet didn't hit his vital part.
It was my own hand." shot" The disciples of the Dragon Gang all looked startled and ordered people to let her go.
The next second, Lao Jiang stepped into the dilapidated old ancestral hall with a solemn expression, carrying a box full of first-aid medical equipment.
Although the bullet did not hit Chen Shu's vitals, he was seriously injured.
Lao Jiang said that if he could not survive the night, he would die.
When Hua heard this, Chen Shu's condition was not very stable.
His thin face was sunk in the middle of the pillow, and he was too pale.
His brows were not relaxed even in his sleep, and his weak breathing seemed to be cut off at any time. , so weak that it makes people feel distressed.
Hua Ting looked hard and seemed to feel the blue blood vessels on the slender neck beating slowly, and finally loosened the cloth in her hands.
She looked at the fresh blood on Chen Shu's wound, and suddenly felt it was so dazzling, as if she had turned into a complete harming monster in an instant.
Jian Yi almost died from the poison because of her, and now it was Chen Shu's turn to lie dying on the hospital bed.
Her mind was so dizzy and chaotic that she couldn't grasp anything.
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She just moved her toes, pursed her lips, and then quietly retreated.
Hua Ting went to the Buddhist temple.
She never believed in these ghosts and gods.
In the past, when she passed the Buddhist hall with her great-grandmother, she would always hear a string of neat and regular sounds of wooden fish.
At that time, she was very puzzled, but her great-grandmother turned her rosary beads and closed her eyes in silence.
Only now did Hua Ting understand that worshiping Buddha was not seeking salvation, nor was it for peace and happiness.
It was just because she was tormented by panic and helplessness that she felt helpless, so she looked for support as if she were drowning.
At this moment, she was kneeling on the futon, clasping her hands together, and looking up at the Buddha statue sitting upright above.
The Buddha statue was so well designed, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and compassion for everyone on the corners of its mouth and eyebrows.
She leaned down and kowtowed devoutly.
What flashed through his mind was the image of Chen Shu weakly sleeping on the bed.
She didn't dare to look at him, let alone think about it.
The spiraling sandalwood is lit, and the faint fragrance seems to have a quiet and peaceful magic.
She closed her eyes and recited silently, but she heard the sound of branches at the door, the sound of gentle footsteps falling to the ground, and a man kneeling beside her despite the cold air outside.
Hua Ting opened her eyes and looked sideways, and it was Jian Yi.
"What are you doing here?"
Jian Yi clasped his hands together without looking at her, "Sister Hua wants Bodhisattva to bless that boy, so I will come and ask Bodhisattva to bless you."
"oh."
She was wearing a plain white dress today, and her face without makeup showed no expression at all.
She didn't look at him, she just knelt down and knelt down silently.
After a long while, he closed his mouth and opened his eyes.
He met Jian Yi's eyes and said calmly: "I am confident in my marksmanship."
Jian Yi glanced at her indifferently, then turned to the incense candle next to the Buddhist niche, and suddenly laughed hoarsely, which seemed quite meaningful in the shadow of the incense candle: "Your shooting skills are fine, but the problem is that the kid's wound is now inflamed and he has lost blood.
If it’s too much, whether you can save your life depends on Lao Jiang.”
"It's all my fault."
She kowtowed again, stood up, dusted the hem of her skirt, walked a few steps, and stopped in front of the door.
She turned back and glanced at the Buddha statue and Jian Yi, who was still kneeling.
She twitched the corner of her mouth and sneered, but there was a bit of helplessness in her eyes.
And misery: "If I had traveled back earlier, these things wouldn't have happened to you and him."
"Sister Hua," Jian Yi stood up and raised her chin proudly towards her in front of the door, "Do you know that you have helped us a lot?"
"very busy" "If Fujita Shoji hadn't taken advantage of you," he smiled and flicked away a circle of cigarette ashes on his shoulders, "do you think Yin Ai and I could have completed this task?"
Hua Ting pursed her lips and said nothing.
"Do you know how many Chinese lives you have saved?"
He walked up to her with a smile, stretched out his hand to caress her increasingly thin face, "You have saved so many people, but you still look unhappy."
Jian Yi's words did not relieve her gloomy mood much.
She still frowned and said nothing.
"In our line of work, we always expect sacrifices."
"But Chen Shu is an exception."
Hua Ting lowered her hands and spoke hastily and nervously, "He shouldn't have been involved."
"Sister Hua," Jian Yi put an arm around her shoulders and asked her to walk out at her own pace, "If Chen Shu didn't come that day, you should know what would happen next."
Hua Ting bit her lip, feeling nausea rising in her throat again.
"I'm very grateful to Chen Shu for being able to rush to save you that day," Jian Yi's fingers tightened on her shoulders, "So, I must let him live."
Hua Ting looked sideways at him, the tip of her nose couldn't stop feeling sour.
"Believe Lao Jiang."
Although Hua Ting's mood seemed calm and stable on the surface, her spirit was still not good.
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She was always nightmares at night, and Jian Yi slept with her.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Jian Yi's silent sleeping face, but she felt even more sad.
She felt that she was extremely calm, but she was still tortured by an inexplicable sadness and couldn't sleep.
When Jian Yi opened her eyes, what she saw was the restless light flickering in her eyes.
He smiled at her soothingly, "Why?"
He subconsciously reached out to pinch her cheek, "Look at me, I'm fascinated."
She bit her lip, and a relaxed yet heavy smile slowly appeared on her face, "Jian Yi, I want to tell you."
"What are you talking about?"
Jian Yi smiled without blinking.
Hua Ting's heart seemed to be weighed down by heavy stones, which were being thrown at her one by one.
It was so heavy that she couldn't breathe until she realized that these stones had been moved by her own hands and were being laid on her little by little.
's heart.
"I don't belong here, and I don't want to have any nostalgia for this place, but I found out" Hua Ting looked at Jian Yi's hazy smiling face and couldn't calm down anymore.
Her chin shook violently, "But I found out" "What did you find?"
He smiled cleanly and mischievously, and the moonlight melted into his smiling eyes.
There was a thick nasal sound in Hua Ting's melancholy voice.
She suddenly turned over and looked at the shadow of the trees outside the window.
All the words she had suppressed in her heart for a long time ran out uncontrollably, "I found that I feel like you."
The wind wrapped around the curtains and whistled loudly.
She paused, held back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes, and said with a smile, "It seems to you."
"What to me" The shadows of the dancing trees were deserted, the curtains were flying, and the moonlight filtered in, reflecting a warm light in her eyes.
"I seem to like you a little bit."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt that there was something invisible, and in the silent night, there was a "呲" sound.
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