Day after day, time slips away silently between the fingers, between the peels of melon seeds, between trivial things, and between occasional thoughts.

The louder and closer cannon sound completely woke up those who still had a glimmer of colorful dreams.

Again and again fundraising, recruiting soldiers again and again, Jinhua looked at the angry and indignant students on the road, and looked at Xiao Kuan's bright eyes when she talked about the Anti-Japanese War in front of her, and there was a sense of trepidation in her heart.

Sometimes, she felt the sound of cannonballs in her ears, and the flying bullets seemed to be right in front of her.

More and more shops on the street were closed, Jinhua also closed the shop, and accompanied Xiaoqing to confinement, Qiao Linqi only won two tickets to return to the United States, because Xiaoqing mentioned her matter, and the husband and wife struggled very much between staying.

However, due to the urgency of time, Xiaoqing and Qiao Linqi still left on the boat in the end, Jinhua went to see them on the boat, looked at the dim sky, did not say much, just waved his hand and left silently.

After bidding farewell to Xiaoqing and his wife, Jinhua said goodbye to Wang Rose. Wang Rose married the officer two years earlier, and the two had a girl, who was also green-eyed, except that the skin inherited the officer's milk white, and the facial features were all copies of Wang Rose. The English name is Mary, and the Chinese name inherits the style of Wang Rose, called Wang Rose.

Wang Rose hugged Jinhua and cried before getting on the boat, looking at Wang Rose's wet eyes, Jinhua only waved her hand, so angry that Wang Rose wiped away her tears and scolded Jinhua for being a conscienceless. But before leaving, Wang Rose gave Jinhua the key to the house in the concession, and she didn't understand the reason why Jinhua stayed, so she still stuffed the ticket she got from the officer into Jinhua's palm. The ticket is a ticket a few days later, Jinhua looked at the ticket in his hand, and there was an uncertain confusion in his heart.

She stood in the haze, watching the king rose in the sky-blue dress slowly shrink, watching the white steamer drift away on the cyan waves, standing from daytime to dusk, and then slowly walking back to the shop in a thick red blood.

The golden afterglow stretched the shadow, and on the depressed street, the shadow was lonely and lonely.

Jinhua held the ticket in his hand, very uncertain. She wasn't sure if she wanted to leave. She was born here, her roots are here, although the old house of the Rong family, the wealth of the Rong family, and the wealth of the Rong family are all in the hands of a child who is still in infancy - that is the heir designated by her father, that is the male heir he has in mind, and that is born to his wife. It's just that the father didn't watch the child grow up, and he died violently from an illness two years ago.

In the past two years, Jinhua and Xiaoqing have not seen the child again, although Xiaoqing scolds, but he is also an arrogant master, he has no intention of fighting for family wealth, and the two of them rely on each other to live. As for Xiaoqing's half-brother Xu, he followed the plaid suit and made a living by digging things in the tomb. According to Xiaoqing's words, she thought that they would rise to the top with the wealth of the Rong family, but she didn't expect that they just fell into a trap.

Since saying goodbye in the Great Witch Tomb, Jinhua has only seen Xu in the antique shop in the past, and she has seen it from a distance, because she is afraid of seeing Humpty Dumpty and others.

Since returning to Shanghai, she has not seen Du Yuesheng in the past two years or before.

About the past, about He Rong, about Yuanyuan, and about Donghuang Zhong, she put it away and lived with Gao Wenxuan seriously. She only hoped that Yuanyuan and He Rong would think that she and Gao Wenxuan had died in Shennongjia, and since the truth about the Rong family had been revealed, she just wanted to live as Rong Jinhua herself.

When he walked back to the store, it was already dark, and Jinhua saw that the lights were on, and he knew that Xiaokuan had come back from school. Restrained the tiredness of his face, he pushed the door in with a smile.

Because since the start of the war, Xiaokuan's mind has become less and less focused on his studies, and after almost eating every day, he went out on his bicycle. In addition, the Nationalist Government recruited soldiers again and again, and most of the students who had no combat experience and only had a single blood died on the battlefield.

This made Jinhua very uneasy, so she was very happy to see Xiaokuan staying in the store like this.

Entering the house, I saw Xiao Kuan, Xiao Kuan was reading under the lamp, his angular face had gotten rid of a little juvenile childishness, and Jinhua could occasionally see Gao Kuan's shadow on his face.

"Didn't you have a party today?" Placing the bag on the counter, Jinhua tried to ask Xiao Kuan in a brisk voice.

Xiao Kuan looked away from the book and muttered in response, looking at Xiao Kuan's reluctant look, Jin Hua guessed that what he said should be related to the 918 War. In fact, many of Xiao Kuan's classmates joined the militia force, but Xiao Kuan did not follow the pace of the big army because of Jinhua's obstruction. As a hot-blooded patriotic young man, at this point, Xiaokuan has always been hostile to Jinhua.

"Have you eaten?" Jinhua untied the silk scarf, held the coat in his hand, and asked Xiaokuan while hanging the coat and silk scarf on the hanger.

"Eat." Xiao Kuan responded briefly, with a little impatience in his tone.

"How's the book going? Have you drawn? Jinhua walked over to Xiaokuan and sat down.

"Are you bothered!" Seeing her coming, Xiao Kuan stood up suddenly, and his broad shoulders cast a shadow under the lamp, sweeping on Jinhua's face. He was a lot taller than Jinhua, and he looked very intimidating.

Seeing Xiao Kuan blowing his beard and glaring at him, although Jinhua tried hard to suppress his temper, he couldn't help but raise his voice when he got angry: "Gao Kuan!" What kind of attitude do you have! ”

"Don't use my aunt's identity to press me!" Xiao Kuan shook his hand, separating the distance between the two.

"You!" Jinhua was furious.

"I'm leaving, Big Brother Gao is waiting for you in the backyard." Xiao Kuan glanced at her with a smile, put the book into his purse, flicked the bag, and strode out of the store.

Jinhua watched Xiao Kuan's figure disappear at the door, and tried to open his eyes, this kid is now more and more alienated from her, because of his increasingly similar face to Gao Kuan, she rarely said about him, and now it seems that he is really used to it.

Gao Wenxuan was waiting for her in the backyard, Jinhua was not unusual at all, because since Xiaoqing left, he always came to the store regularly, but now he doesn't mention going to Hong Kong, he watches her do things silently every day, silently watches her close the store, and leaves silently.

Jinhua looked in front of the mirror, put on his coat again, and then went to the courtyard behind the store to find Gao Wenxuan.

Because the sun had completely sunk, Jinhua could only vaguely see a black shadow in the courtyard, she knew that it was Gao Wenxuan, so when she didn't approach him, she had already asked: "Xiao Kuan said that you are waiting for me here, what's the matter?" ”

As soon as the black shadow moved, Jin Hua guessed that it was Gao Wenxuan who turned his face.

He didn't speak, just slowly approached her.

Jinhua didn't move, she watched him come over silently, she had already smelled the osmanthus perfume on his body, and hooked the corners of her mouth with some disdain: "Why didn't you bring Miss Pei over today?" ”

When Gao Wenxuan came, there would often be a young lady surnamed Pei who got out of his car and bought clothes in the store, that Miss Pei liked to pick and choose a lot of clothes, and finally left only one to pay, she always looked at people with a sneering and critical gaze, which made Jinhua not very comfortable. Of course, Jin Hua also guessed that the relationship between Miss Pei and Gao Wenxuan was not ordinary.

"I told you last time, I have nothing to do with that woman." Gao Wenxuan was a little anxious when he heard her say this, and he came over in one step.

Jinhua rubbed her eyebrows, she felt very tired today, glanced at Gao Wenxuan, and sneered: "Since it doesn't matter, why are you in such a hurry to explain." ”

"You! Jinhua, I don't want to argue with you about this. Gao Wenxuan was obviously angry, and at this time, he grabbed Jinhua's shoulder with one hand.

"Mr. Gao, there is no need for our relationship to be so close, please call me Miss Rong Mr. Gao." Jin Hua shook off Gao Wenxuan's hand, frowned, and said a little detached.

The flame in Gao Wenxuan's heart jumped higher and higher, if he didn't try his best to control it now, he was really afraid that he would hurt her regardless of it. So, he said in a very soft voice: "Jinhua, I really have something important to discuss with you today. ”

Jinhua is indeed unwilling to face Gao Wenxuan alone.

When Xiaoqing was there, she could still remind her to control her feelings, and when she faced Gao Wenxuan alone, her heart, her mind, were all in a mess. She couldn't stop the urge to come near him, and since that day, since she saw him covered in blood in the window, her silent world had once again come alive uncontrollably, and she wanted to greet him, even though she wanted to run away from him so much, and approached him so fearfully.

After hesitating for a while, Jinhua stabilized his breathing and opened his mouth gently: "What's the matter?" ”

Gao Wenxuan didn't speak for a long time after she asked, and just when Jinhua was about to lose his patience, he suddenly opened his mouth: "This matter is a long story, and now I don't want to hide it from you anymore, because I'm leaving Shanghai." ”

Jinhua felt as if her heart was choked, she felt a little stuffy, and her eyes became sour, but despite this, she still pretended to be calm, and her voice was even a little cold: "Oh? In that case, you can talk about it. ”

Gao Wenxuan seemed to sigh, and Jinhua heard him cry out in the dark, that sound was deep and low, listening to it in his ears and in his heart, it was like being stabbed by someone, and it was like being punched.

"Do you remember the little warlord?" He asked.

Jinhua's face was a little straight, she suddenly realized the strictness of the matter, since Gao Wenxuan mentioned He Rong, it meant that Yuanyuan and Donghuang Zhong appeared again.

A little hesitant and a little uneasy, Jinhua involuntarily grabbed Gao Wenxuan's sleeve: "You mean He Rong?" ”

Gao Wenxuan nodded, Jinhua saw him nodding, inexplicably felt a chill in her back, she grabbed him into the house, and under the light, she saw Gao Wenxuan's solemn face, as well as the bloody wounds.

"This" Jinhua looked up at Gao Wenxuan with a shocked face, she gathered the broken hair around her ear, and asked a little incredulously: "Did you fight with He Rong?" ”

Gao Wenxuan closed his eyes a little tiredly, as if recalling the scene at that time, Jinhua frowned when he saw him. I don't know how long I looked at him, and his low voice squeezed out of his throat: "To be precise, it was the woman who fought with me." ”

"Yuanyuan" Jinhua remembered Yuanyuan's hateful appearance back then, and she didn't feel that her scalp was numb, she glanced at Gao Wenxuan deeply, and suddenly had nothing to say, silent, staring, and at the end, she chose to change the topic: "When will you leave, I will send you off when I arrive." ”

When her words fell, Gao Wenxuan smiled, the corners of his eyes were already wrinkled, and there was a bit of sadness in his low laughing voice, Jinhua heard him ask, "Are you really not going with me?" ”

Jinhua didn't speak, his body temperature, his breath, his strong and powerful arms, his whole person was standing in front of her, saving, and even within reach.

"Wenxuan." She heard her own voice, her own voice calling for him, and at this moment, she suddenly hated her own uselessness, why did she call him.

"Come with me to Hong Kong, Jinhua, and we'll make peace." Gao Wenxuan replied, under the lamp, his eyes were so bright that she couldn't help but blush.

The words came out, but they were different: "Are you not with Miss Pei?" I'm still thinking about giving you and Miss Pei a wedding gift. ”

Gao Wenxuan's words were completely stuck in his throat, his heart was tight, his throat was also tight, and he couldn't say anything.

The two men looked at each other silently, staring, and their eyes were silent.

Under the lamp, there was a frog with flapping wings, hitting the glass cover again and again. In the room, the lights flickered, flickering and dimming.

Gao Wenxuan's side face was immersed in darkness for a while, and then exposed to the light, but what remained unchanged was his dark eyes.

This is the first time in two years that Jinhua has looked at his face clearly, and the first time he has not escaped his eyes.

She was about to fall in spite of it.

"Why do you always hide? It's been eight years, when are you going to hide, in your heart, it's clear that there is mine, I propose to you, it's been eight years, Jinhua. Gao Wenxuan opened his mouth, and there were undulating waves in his eyes.

"We've been separated for two years." Jinhua said goodbye to his face. "You"

"You're trying to say I betrayed you two years ago?" Gao Wenxuan blocked her against the white wall, and a low voice flowed out of his throat: "It's been two years, Jinhua, you haven't listened to my explanation, I'm really tired, about this matter, I always hope that you believe me, though"

Jin Hua interrupted Gao Wenxuan's words, she glanced at him, and suddenly laughed: "You don't need to explain to me, if you have a clear conscience, why explain it to me." ”

Gao Wenxuan smashed his fist against the white wall, he sneered, looked at Jinhua, and pressed his lips straight up.

"That's what I think, Rong Jinhua, I don't want to think about your love anymore, after so many years, I should always think about myself."

"So what?"

"I'm leaving." (To be continued.) )