Chen Shu survived.
He leaned against the bed with a pale face, staring motionlessly at Hua Ting at the door.
When she didn't move, he didn't say anything.
He just pursed his lips slightly and his throat moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.
Hua Ting took a white porcelain medicine bowl from a servant woman, raised her feet and walked slowly to the bed.
When she saw Chen Shu smiling, she sat down beside him, holding a spoon and feeding him with her own hands.
He pursed his lips and drank obediently.
His energy and blood were still weak, but his eyes returned to an unusual brightness.
Hua Ting started chatting with him one after another, trying to wake him up.
Although they were all boring and trivial, Chen Shu listened with great interest.
Seeing his bright expression, Hua Ting simply said: "I'm afraid you won't be able to stay in Shanghai in the future."
Hearing this, Chen Shu took a sip of the medicine and then lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Hua heard that the atmosphere was a little stagnant, so she only gave him sweet plums to hold in her mouth, but he refused to eat them, "This bit of bitterness is nothing."
"It's not just this bowl."
Hua Ting stood up and took another bowl of medicinal soup from the maid outside the door, "This bowl is much bitterer than the previous one."
He walked back to Chen Shu's bed and sat down.
He touched the wall of the bowl with his hand to check the temperature before holding the spoon.
Chen Shu lowered his head and coughed lightly, but did not speak.
The atmosphere seemed strange and awkward.
She lowered her head and blew on a spoonful of the concoction.
After it cooled down, she reached out and handed it to Chen Shu.
The white porcelain spoon was placed against her lips, but Chen Shu did not open his mouth.
He only looked up at her silently and did not move for a long time.
Hua Ting looked at him like this and felt a little angry, "Are you going to drink or not?"
But Chen Shu's words calmed down her emotions, "Why did the bullet miss the target?"
"Why do you say" He lowered his head, his profile like a sculpture in meditation, and said the words he had hidden in his heart for a long time in a tone as gentle as a greeting, as gentle as if it could float in the dust, "It's better not to save me."
Hua Ting placed the medicine bowl on the low wooden table aside and looked at him intently, but a bitter smile overflowed from her lips.
She knew clearly that he did not need her response, but she still spoke: "This is like a man who just left What should someone say to someone who has been through the gate of hell?”
Chen Shu stretched out his hand and squeezed her tightly, the warmth of the medicinal soup still lingering on his fingertips, and the cold feeling transmitted from the ring finger of her left hand made him seem to fall into a slight panic.
When he spoke again, he clenched his teeth, his eyes turned red, and his voice trembled: "If I want to leave Shanghai, are you willing to come with me?"
Although she had a vague premonition about some uncontrollable events, Hua Ting instinctively wet her palms with sweat and smiled a little self-deprecatingly: "Chen Shu, stop saying such silly things."
"Are you willing to come with me?"
he repeated seriously.
Hua Ting took out a kraft paper envelope with her free right hand and placed it gently beside his pillow.
She pressed her fingertips on it and looked at him, "Keep the ticket to Hong Kong in one week." " Chen Shu suddenly laughed, "I know."
The sunlight blocked by the cracks in the tiles above her head shone down in an instant, and Hua Ting squinted her eyes uncomfortably.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw the flash of decadence and sadness on Chen Shu's face. , facing the light above my head, I actually felt a little relieved.
It seems that everything has settled, as if everything can start again.
Hua Ting lowered her head, her hair hanging down, and sighed with a wry smile: "If you leave, don't come back again."
There was no expression on his face, but he was terrifyingly calm.
"You don't want to go with me because of him."
The calm tone seemed to have earth-shattering power in the quiet afternoon.
Hua Ting turned her head to look at him, slowly pulled her left hand out of his palm, and responded lightly, "Yes."
He didn't know where his eyes were falling, and the bloodshot eyes were frighteningly clear, but there was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, "You really shouldn't have missed the bullet."
The voice was so soft that people suspected it was an auditory hallucination.
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Hua Ting just looked at him for a long time before smiling sarcastically, "Then you shouldn't have saved me from Fujita Shoji."
He turned around, frowned, and opened his mouth with pain in his lips and teeth: "The moment I saved you, I had no intention of getting out alive."
Hua Ting tightened her chest tightly.
It was clear that her heart was torn to pieces and it was painful to breathe.
However, the forced leisurely smile on her face still refused to let her go, "I saved you, you just You must live well for me."
After saying that, he picked up the medicinal soup on the table beside him, which was already slightly cold, and said, "Drink the medicine."
The deep disappointment in Chen Shu's eyes frightened Hua Ting.
She turned her head as if to escape, and her tone of voice began to rise, "Drink the medicine."
He took it with one hand and put the medicine soup to his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on her for a moment, with sinister hatred flashing in his originally clear eyes.
"Jian Yi has made arrangements for you in Hong Kong," Hua Ting paused, her tone suddenly became cheerful, "I will go to Hong Kong to visit you in the future, remember to lead the way."
Chen Shu raised his head and drank all the bowl of medicinal soup.
There was a clear sadness in his eyes, and the last trace of panic.
"Hua Ting, let me ask you one last time."
The sad eyes made his face seem to have aged ten years in an instant.
Years old, "Are you willing to go with me?"
She had imagined a future of silently staying together in the illusion of his gentle words and smile.
But it's just a fantasy.
"Chen Shu," just a few days ago, she discovered a clearer fact.
She found that the person she couldn't let go of the most was actually the person who always liked to disguise herself with a playful smile but was walking on the edge of a knife.
That guy, "In fact, many things," since when, gradually invaded her heart, "have changed."
Silence, deathly silence.
After hearing what she said, Chen Shu retracted the hand that was trying to hold hers.
The sarcastic smile in his eyes was as scary and hurtful as a ghost, "You can't let go of Mr.
Cai after all."
"No," Hua Ting shook her head and said, "I don't think the things I did are any more noble than you."
"Really?"
He smiled at her, but the smile couldn't reach his eyes.
At this time, Jian Yi opened the door and came in, followed by Lao Jiang, saying that he was going to change his dressing.
Chen Shu stared at Hua Ting's eyes, his body motionless.
Jian Yi sat down next to her, hooked up her long legs, and made a handsome cross-legged posture, and said, "I have used your money to buy you a teahouse in Hong Kong."
Chen Shu was surprised when he saw several Long Gang disciples who were usually close to him coming in from the door, and he understood something.
"I heard from Sister Hua that you like West Lake Longjing."
Jian Yi's question was obviously not a real question to him.
The next second he said it himself, "So I will resell the teahouse in Hong Kong to you.
Don't waste it." good."
Chen Shu was silent, and Jian Yi looked up in a leisurely tone, half-smiling but not smiling, "In a week, I will send someone to escort you to Xicheng Pier."
Chen Shu's brows moved slightly, and he suddenly turned his head and smiled, "Should I thank you?"
"No," Jian Yi put her arm around Hua Ting's shoulders affectionately, "You have to thank Sister Hua."
Before Chen Shu could smile bitterly, the disciples of the Dragon Gang beside him lowered their heads and asked anxiously: "Gang leader, what should we do with the Dragon Gang?"
Jian Yi smiled softly and slowly tightened his fingers on Hua Ting's left shoulder, "Let's go."
"It's broken up."
The Long Gang disciples were obviously in disbelief.
Hua Ting smiled brightly and her eyebrows were cute, "Chen Shu, you must go to Hong Kong.
I will really go to Hong Kong to play with you in the future."
She knew full well that her words would have an impact on the person on the bed.
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How old he is, whether he is willing to leave or not, only depends on her eyes.
Much later, Chen Shu thought for a long time before he understood that when you can no longer have it, the only thing you can do is not to forget it.
When you start to want to remember, you can truly feel what it means to lose.
Hua Ting is his last connection with the past.
Whether he loves, is suspicious, hurts or regrets, he always holds her tightly in his hands.
This was the first time that he felt like he couldn't hold it anymore.
"You want me to go?"
His voice was so soft, but it seemed to be more than a thousand pounds strong.
It was so heavy that the smile she managed to maintain almost collapsed in the next second.
"Of course."
The corners of her mouth slightly curved very slowly.
Her smile was so real, but she gradually frowned and pursed her sore lips, her nose slightly red.
"If you want me to leave, I'll leave."
Chen Shu's voice was low and deep, as if he was mocking himself.
"Gang leader, what about our Dragon Gang?"
"As for the Dragon Gang," Chen Shu spoke softly.
He raised his head and looked into her eyes.
Although his thin lips had not returned to redness, the words he spat out were firm and clear, "Contact Director Qian and seize the two arms warehouses in Baoshan Xiyuan on the outskirts of the city. , or, as long as you want, you can take the Dragon Gang back at any time."
After he said that, he turned his attention to the two Dragon Gang disciples, and his tone was full of sadness and helplessness as he explained what happened after his death, "The remaining members of the gang That money is enough to distribute to every brother."
"Gang leader, you mean this" "Let's break up."
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