The next morning, the weather was not good, and several gray clouds gathered in the dark and pressed down heavily on the horizon.

Hua listened to the men who looked like the children of the dragon gang all bowed their heads and walked quickly, except for the sound of small footsteps, no one made the slightest sound, this dull atmosphere seemed to dye the dark clouds in the sky, and her heart jumped suddenly.

Entering the dilapidated ancestral hall gate, I saw a panicked crowd, several Dragon Gang disciples knelt down in front of the door and wept bitterly, their hair was messy, and their shoes were not in time to be neatly set. Tears and snot had already soaked into the furrows between the rough skin, and a pair of bloodshot eyes looked at her out of focus, and only after a long time did they snort their chapped lips, as if they wanted to say something.

At this moment, several subordinates carried a man in from outside.

Covered with a thick gray cloth, I couldn't see my face clearly, but I could only vaguely distinguish that my body was a little thin, and my feet without shoes showed a miserable white color, and I felt lifeless and lifeless just by looking at the gray skin. A large dark red stain of blood oozed from the cloth covering his face, and he swayed and made Hua Ting's chest feel stuffy.

There was no expression on her face, and she only asked softly, "Chen Shu?" ”

Several disciples stopped whimpering and replied to her sharply: "It's Gang Leader Chen." ”

Her eyes were only fixed on the wrist of the "corpse" hanging down, and she asked in a low voice, "It's okay, right?" ”

Because of the shot she fired, she deliberately avoided Chen Shu's vital point and hit him in the left chest and lung.

With her marksmanship, it is absolutely impossible to go wrong.

Hua Tingran looked at the "corpse" on the stretcher, and at her feet was the back and forth of the Dragon Gang disciples, but her ears were silent, and she couldn't hear the slightest sound, until a dry hand grabbed her wrist hard, and a Dragon Gang disciple quickly reproached: "The Chen Gang is not here to save you, and it won't be to this point today!" ”

Hua Ting's ears exploded, like a dark cloud in the sky suddenly rolled thunder, she suddenly shook off the hand of the Dragon Gang disciple, lifted the hem of the skirt and chased after it, the look on her face made the servant who was waiting on the side panic, and hurriedly went up to stop her, she struggled, only saw that Chen Shu's body was about to disappear from the corner, and she didn't care about anything for a while, only shook her voice and said: "He's not dead yet!" Believe me! The bullet didn't hit him to the point! It was my own gun! ”

The disciples of the Dragon Gang were all stunned, and ordered someone to let her go.

In the next second, Lao Jiang carried a box full of first-aid medical equipment and stepped into this dilapidated old ancestral hall with a solemn expression.

Although the bullet did not hit Chen Shu's vital point, it also caused him to be seriously injured, and Lao Jiang said that if he could not survive this night, he would also die.

When Hua listened, Chen Shu's condition was not very stable, a thin face was sunk in the center of the pillow, too pale, and he still did not relax his faint brows in his sleep, and his weak breathing seemed to be about to be cut off at any time, so weak that it made people feel distressed.

Hua Ting tried to take a look, and seemed to feel the cyan veins on the slender neck beating slowly, before finally loosening the tight cloth in his hand.

She looked at the fresh blood stains on Chen Shu's wound, and suddenly felt very dazzling, as if she had turned into a complete evil demon in an instant.

Jane almost died in the poison for her, and now it was Chen Shu's turn, lying on the hospital bed dying. Her mind was so dazed and chaotic that she couldn't grasp anything, she just moved her toes, pursed her lips and quietly retreated.

*****

The flower listened to the Buddha Hall.

She has never believed in these ghosts and gods, in the past, when she passed by the Buddhist hall with her grandmother, she would always hear a string of neat and regular wooden fish sounds, at that time she was very puzzled, but the grandmother turned the rosary and closed her eyes silently. Now Hua Tingcai has some understanding that worshipping Buddha is not for salvation, nor for peace and joy, but only because he is tormented by panic and helplessness to the point of helplessness, he drowning and generally looking for a support.

At this moment, she knelt on the futon, folded her hands, raised her eyes and looked at the Buddha statue sitting upright, the Buddha statue was designed so well, her eyebrows were kind, and the corners of her mouth and eyebrows were full of compassion.

She leaned down and bowed her head reverently. What flashed in his mind was the appearance of Chen Shu sleeping weakly on the bed.

She didn't dare to look at him, let alone think about it.

The swirling sandalwood is lit, and the faint fragrance seems to have the magic of tranquility and serenity. She closed her eyes and chanted silently, but she heard a sound of branches at the door, a gentle footstep fell to the ground, and a person knelt beside her with the cold air outside.

Hua Ting opened his eyes and looked sideways, it was Jian Yi.

"What are you doing here?"

Jian Yi clasped her hands together and didn't look at her, "Sister Hua wants the Bodhisattva to bless that kid, so I came to ask the Bodhisattva to bless you." ”

"Oh."

She wore a plain white dress today, and her face without powder had no expression at all, and she didn't look at him, but only knelt down silently to herself. After a while, he closed his mouth and opened his eyes, and said calmly to Jian Yi's eyes: "I have confidence in my marksmanship." ”

Jian Yi glanced at her lightly, and then threw himself at the incense candle next to the Buddha shrine, and suddenly laughed dumbly, which seemed quite meaningful in the shadow of the incense candle: "Your marksmanship is no problem, the problem is that the kid's wound is now inflamed and he has lost too much blood, whether he can save his life depends on Lao Jiang." ”

"I'm the fault of all this."

She kowtowed again, stood up again, dusted the corners of her skirt, walked a few steps, and was in front of the door, looked back at the Buddha statue and Jian Yi, who was still kneeling, and sneered, twitching the corners of her mouth and sneering, but there was some helplessness and sadness in her eyes: "If I had crossed back earlier, you and him, these things would not have happened." ”

"Sister Hua," Jane also stood up and raised her chin smugly towards her in front of the door, "Do you know you've helped us a lot?" ”

"Busy?"

"If it weren't for Shoji Fujita eating you," he laughed and flicked a circle of cigarette ash off his shoulder, "do you think I'll be able to accomplish this task with Inai?" ”

Hua Ting pursed her lips and didn't speak.

"Do you know how many Chinese lives you have saved?" He walked up to her with a smile and reached out to caress her increasingly thin face dotingly, "I've saved so many people, but I'm still unhappy?" ”

Jian Yi's words did not relieve her gloomy mood much.

She still frowned and didn't speak.

"In our business, there will always be sacrifices."

"But Chen Shu is an exception." Hua Ting lowered her hands, her tone hurried and nervous, "He shouldn't have been swept in." ”

"Sister Hua," Jian Yi put one hand on her shoulder, and asked her to go out at her own pace, "If Chen Shu hadn't come that day, you should know what would have happened next......

Hua Ting bit her lip tightly, and a wave of nausea appeared in her throat.

"I'm very grateful to Chen Shu for being able to rush to save you that day," Jian Yi's fingers tightened on her shoulder, "So, I have to let him live!" ”

Hua Ting looked at him sideways, and the tip of his nose couldn't stop being sour.

"Believe in Lao Jiang."

****

Although Hua Ting's mood seems calm and stable on the surface, his spirit is still not very good. She was always nightmare at night, Jane also slept with her, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Jane Yi's silent sleeping face, but she was even more sad.

She felt that she had been extremely calm, but she was still tormented by an inexplicable sadness and couldn't sleep.

When Jane Yi opened her eyes, she saw a restless light flickering in her eyes, and he smiled at her soothingly, "What? Subconsciously reached out to pinch her face, "Look at me fascinated?" ”

She bit the corner of her lip, and a relaxed and heavy smile slowly spread on her face, "Jian Yi, I want to talk to you......"

"Say what?" Jane also smiled, her eyes unblinking.

Hua Ting's heart seemed to be pressed with heavy stones, and she smashed them one by one, and she was so heavy that she couldn't breathe until she realized that these stones were all moved by herself, and they were built in her heart little by little.

"I don't belong here, and I don't want to have any nostalgia for this place, but I found ......"

Hua Ting looked at Jian Yi's hazy smiling face, unable to calm down anymore, and her jaw trembled violently, "But I found ......"

"Found what?" He smiled cleanly and mischievously, and the moonlight melted into his smiling eyes.

Hua listened to a thick nasal voice in her dismal voice, she suddenly turned over, looked at the shadows of the trees outside the window, and the words that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time all ran out uncontrollably at this moment, "I found that I seem to be ...... to you"

The wind blew around the curtains, she paused, withdrew the tears that were about to clear from her eyes, and smiled, "It seems to be ...... to you"

"To me what?"

The shadows of the trees were deserted, the curtains were flying, and the moonlight was shining in, reflecting a warm light in her eyes.

"I seem to like you a little."

As soon as the words came out, she felt that there was something invisible, and in the silence of the night, the sound of "bang" lit up. (To be continued.) )