Jinhua's eyes were glued to the celadon vase, and she watched the celadon vase spin and sway.

The heart was beating rapidly in the chest, the pulse was racing on the wrist, the temples were about to burst, and the moment the celadon bottle carrying the weight of death fell, the heartbeat was already bursting to the extreme, the blood flowed backwards, and the whole body was cold to numbness.

"Ah Kuan!" The cry was mournful, and he almost rushed over, and caught the dusty bottle with his body.

The bottle was safe, but the crumbs were all over the face.

The smell of death permeates the whole body, guilt, shame, sadness, etc., and the love that erupts in an instant is like a big cocoon, firmly entangled Rong Jinhua.

Looking at the celadon vase in her arms, the trapped tears in her eyes finally collapsed in an instant.

Drop by drop, dripping on the celadon vase, little by little, washing away the dust that stuck to the face, tears stirring and the fishy ashes slid down the face, sobbing and bitter tears, flowing into the mouth and nose, and also dripping to the ground.

Jinhua wiped away his tears and wanted to calm down, but the tears flowed uncontrollably again.

She couldn't protect Ah Kuan in the tomb, and she couldn't even send him away safely!

Looking at the pair of cloth shoes in front of him, Jinhua's eyes were shining fiercely, and the cold light was cold, like a rain of arrows, shooting towards the black-skinned man.

The black-skinned man bent down and grabbed the bottle in Jinhua's arms, and while snatching the celadon bottle from Jinhua's arms, he put the bronze knife he drew from the shelf on Jinhua's white neck.

"If you tell the truth, I'll spare your life, who did you listen to Gao Kuan from, how did Gao Kuan die?!"

The coldness of the blade cleared Jinhua's mind, the tears on her face had dried out, and her eyes were sleepy. But he still relented, and observed the black-skinned man through the sunlight through the window.

The misery was like a falling tide, gradually receding, and her heart became hard again, like a stubborn stone. Or rather. She was a stubborn person, now and three years ago.

"Vote for me with a peach. Repay it with Qiong Yao, repay the bandits, and always think it is good. Looking at the celadon vase in the hands of the black-skinned man, Jinhua suddenly thought of when he was studying in a girls' school. She has never been able to understand this poem.

In this moment, she suddenly understood.

Life or death. How to separate her from Gao Kuan, regardless of yin and yang, how to divide them into two, her heart. There is his. As long as she always remembers him, he is alive. His affection, no matter how much Qiong Yao has, he can't repay it.

And all she can give. It's just to live well.

Remember him.

Looking at the black-skinned man with a sinking face, Jinhua was beating quickly in her mind, she was a weak woman, and her body must be invincible to a strong man, so she could only rely on outwitting and getting back the ashes of Gao Kuan.

The Liuli Street was full of people, Jinhua paid attention to the movement outside the door, and at the same time moved his neck away from the bronze sword a little distance, and said to the black-skinned man: "Sir has something to discuss, the sword is ruthless, high and wide, and listen to me slowly." ”

This statement can only be used as a pause, wanting to get out of the predicament, Jinhua knows that she has a tough battle to fight.

Seeing that Jinhua was soft, the black-skinned man put down the bronze sword in his hand, looked at Jinhua for a long time, and then spoke, warning: "Don't try to make up nonsense to fool Lao Tzu, otherwise you will suffer!" ”

Jinhua lowered her eyebrows and asked her to speak to the black-skinned man with a shy smile, she naturally couldn't do it, so she had to swallow her anger first and avoid its edge.

The story is plain and long, and when Jinhua narrates the whole story in a calm tone, it is already dark.

The black-skinned man lit the lamp and sat quietly in the lamp staring at Jinhua.

"Are you Ronghua?" Seeing the soothing face of the black-skinned man, Jin Hua was a little stunned.

"I heard Gao Kuan talk about you. Take what he has ordered with me. The black-skinned man's words one after another disrupted Jinhua's arrangement, and she was very caught off guard.

"You"

"Gao Kuan and I are brothers who worship the son." The black-skinned man seemed to have guessed Jinhua's thoughts and replied.

"Gao Kuan's matter, I don't want to tell you more, it's not something you should know, I'll send Gao Kuan back, and you don't care about the future."

"I" Jinhua was a little dizzy, Gao Kuan's matter, why did it have nothing to do with her.

"Miss Rong, I advise you, there are some things that you should not know, the news of Gao Kuan's death, you don't tell anyone, this matter, from now on, is a secret." In the end, the black-skinned man became extremely strict, Jinhua was like falling into a fog, she couldn't imagine that Gao Kuan's origin was so mysterious.

Looking at the jewelry box handed over by the black-skinned man, after hesitating again and again, Jinhua still took it, put it in his hand, looked at it, his heart ebbed and flowed, and he was uneasy.

"Why don't you open it and take a look, what did Gao Kuan give you?" The black-skinned man held a cigarette in his mouth, wiped the fire with one hand, and lit a cigarette roll.

White smoke curled up in the man's hand, swirling and extinguishing in the dimness.

Jinhua put his hand on the jewelry box, his fingers caressed the black velvet box surface, and couldn't help but retract his hand.

What did Gao Kuan give her?

She wanted to know, but she didn't dare to know.

"Why don't you open it?" The black-skinned man grabbed the cigarette roll between his two fingers, took a sharp breath, and saw that Jinhua did nothing, so he asked.

"Sir, tell me what's in this box." Jin Hua smiled bitterly and looked at the black-skinned man.

The black-skinned man spat out a puff of smoke rings, he shook the cigarette ash in the glass ashtray, and took another puff: "You better see the things in here, I won't mix them more." ”

Jinhua gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, lifted the lid of the box, and when she saw the contents of the box, her face changed and changed, and her hands trembled.

With a snap, the box in his hand fell to the ground.

Inside the box was a small bell that rolled on the ground with the fall of the box, making a jingling sound.

Staring at the bell, Jinhua suppressed the ecstasy in his heart after confirming it again and again.

The bell was the Donghuang Bell she had seen.

I was dizzy by the surprise, but in fact, I was very scared to think about it, but Jinhua was still immersed in joy and was not awake, she pointed to the box and asked eagerly: "This thing"

The black-skinned man looked over and saw the thing in front of Jinhua, and his eyes showed a little disappointment: "It turned out to be a bell." I thought that kid from Gao Kuan would"

"What will be?"

The black-skinned man seemed to come back to his senses, and immediately closed his mouth, no matter how Jinhua asked, he was always silent.

The joy in Jinhua's heart gradually faded, she looked at the black-skinned man, and suddenly thought of one thing, Gao Kuan didn't know the Donghuang Bell, so why did he find the Donghuang Bell and give it to her (to be continued.) )