Lao Mai and Ya Lan both went out, and Guan slightly opened the drawer under the table, and there was another cardboard box lying inside, which contained the watch that Su Jue had brought back to him from Burma, and there were scorch marks on the surface, which he had not wiped off for so many years.

Next to the box is a plastic bag. There was half a warhead in the bag.

Guan Luo took out the warhead and put it in the palm of his hand, and the warhead was illuminated brightly under the light.

It was this bullet that once entered Tang Jingcheng's body, and he had already experienced that kind of heartache when he held Tang Jingcheng covered in blood with his own hands, but now?

The other party only sent these few fingernails, but he was already worse than dead.

Guan slightly propped his forehead and threw the bullet into the iron box on the table, and together with his nails, there was a "thump", and there was finally a little sound in the room, but it was like a stone sinking into his messy heart.

Finally unable to hold on, Guan slightly collapsed into the chair. The blood-red stabbing in the two iron boxes under the light was even more severe, and he simply closed the box and lay on the table with one arm on his pillow.

The room was quiet again, so quiet that it was frighteningly quiet, and he opened his eyelids slightly, just in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in front of the bed.

Outside the window is a silent night sky, and the sky is full of stars.

"What are you doing climbing that high?"

"You can see more stars from above."

"You like to look at the stars so much?"

"That's right. And for the first time, I found that Tengchong had so many stars. ”

"Why?"

"What, why?"

"Why do you like to look at the stars so much?"

"Because there are so many people who have died, another one died today..."

"Do you really believe in the saying that people become stars when they die?"

"I don't believe it."

"And you still watch?"

“……”

Guan Luo remembered the scene of Shen Chunguang sitting on the balcony railing of the Crystal Palace and watching the stars, when he had just brought her back from the Burmese military camp, and she was also injured in her foot, sitting alone in thin pajamas to watch the stars.

The starry sky has become her set, and she sits in the wind. Weak, soft, thin, shaky body......

Guan Luo felt that his eyes were very sore, twisted his fingers, got up and took his coat and car keys out, and when he walked into the courtyard, Ya Yu was sitting on the steps sobbing, and when he saw Guan Luo coming out, he immediately got up and chased two steps.

"Brother Jiu, are you still going out so late?"

But Guan Luo's footsteps didn't stop, and there was no squeak, and Ya Yu could only stay where he was. Listening to the rumble of the car engine outside the door, he looked down at the naked female hand toy in his hand, and took two breaths.

"Sister Tang...", she immediately cried again.

……

Guan Luo parked his car outside the old alley, and in the dead of night, the few remaining residents in the alley had already gone to sleep, and the occasional few shops that were open at night were still lit.

He walked in smoking a cigarette all the way, stepping on the aged green bricks and stones under his feet. As heavy as the footsteps were, so heavy did his heart.

Because Tang Jingcheng's studio has not been visited for several years, and it is in the innermost part of the alley, no one pays attention to it.

In the morning, the people of Jiurongtai broke the door lock when they rushed in, and now the door cannot be locked, so it can only be concealed so emptyly.

Guan Luo pushed it in directly, and a gust of wind came in behind him, and the ginkgo biloba leaves all over the yard swirled again, so he stepped on the withered yellow place and walked in, pressed the lamp, and stood in the empty yard.

The courtyard is not big, the front is the main entrance, and through the courtyard is the back hall, which is Tang Jingcheng's studio, there are several layers of steps in front of the studio, and there are many potted flowers and plants on the steps and the windowsill of the back hall, and I can't see what kind of variety it is, anyway, they have all died, and only a little branch remains.

Guan Luo couldn't help but think, these flowers and plants must not have been served by the girl before, she couldn't even support herself, how could she support other creatures, thinking about it, the corners of her lips were hooked.

Looking up, there was a bright starry sky above, blowing the wind blowing in from the alleyway, this was the first time Guan Luo had stood in this courtyard. Yu flutter ping trumpet.

Although this courtyard has been abandoned for a long time, he inexplicably feels that there is still the breath of Tang Jingcheng, this is her past, a far, far past, this past is full of memories that belong to her and another man, at that time, there was only Qiu Qiguan here, without him, so he was never willing to step in.

Guan Luo finished the remaining half of his cigarette in the courtyard and stepped up the stairs into the back hall.

The back hall was a bit of a mess, with several stone tables plastered with household garbage, jade gadgets and drawings thrown everywhere, and small barrels of former illustrator brushes used to be used as ashtrays containing ash and cigarette butts.

Those people must have been hiding in this place for a few days, Guan Xiao let out a deep sigh, turned around and saw a set of independent tables and chairs by the window in the innermost.

Guan Luo walked over, turned on the lamp on the table, the white light illuminated a flying dust, under the dust is the gray tabletop, there are some files and broken jade scattered on the table, on the right hand side is a roll of drawings, the drawings are thrown at random a pair of cotton plaid sleeves and a turban of the same suit, probably because of the old time, the color of the turban has been somewhat annihilated.

On the left hand side is an old-fashioned retro telephone, which is also covered with a layer of dust, next to the telephone is a tin ashtray, in which there are many cigarette butts, and then there is a pen holder, in which a few pens are inserted, but unfortunately the cap is gone, and there are two of them with a few thin black hair rings.

Guan Luo was sure that the hair rings belonged to the girl, and he could even imagine the scene of her sitting under the light and carving jade carefully.

It must be stuffy head, with sleeves on his arms and a headscarf on his head.

In the past, she had long hair, the tips of her hair were slightly curly, and she was thickly spread behind her head, and when she carved jade, she should have tied it up, or simply coiled it directly to the back of her head, revealing a large slender neck, and when she was tired, she might look up and look at the small square sky outside the window, and when she was lucky, she would see the stars......

Guan Luo sat down on the chair, took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, thinking that the girl used to sit here and smoke a lot.

To be honest, Guan Luo used to like to watch her smoke, the slender and long cigarette was pinched by her fingers, and then sent to her mouth to hold, her mouth shape is very good-looking, the lip flap is not thick or thin, the color is pink, the corners of the upper lip are slightly upturned, and she looks particularly stubborn when she doesn't smile, but once she purses her lips and smokes, the edges and corners of the upper lip will be slightly flattened, and the stubbornness on her body will fade a little, and all that is left is the corner of the eye and the eyebrows are smoked out.

Charming... Especially when she smoked afterwards, she always liked to stick to his chest naked and ask him to smoke, and she would tease him while smoking, which was prodigal and good-looking.

Guan Luo couldn't help but grit his teeth again, his heart was almost out of breath in pain, why did he provoke this girl in the first place, looking for death?

He touched his forehead, suppressed the painful emotions in his heart, and casually fished out the scroll of drawings in front of him and opened them, the drawings were relatively large, and there were three-dimensional molds and details of various jade carving works painted on them, some of which were computer drawings, and Guan Luo couldn't understand them, so he rolled them up and wanted to put them back, but suddenly a piece of paper floated out of them.

An ordinary A4 paper, the paper has been a little yellowed, and it has been torn a little corner, there are obvious creases and marks on it, I feel that I have been abused, and what patterns and handwriting are lightly outlined with a pencil, but it is a little difficult to see after a long time.

Guan Luo put the paper under the lamp, and after looking at it for a while, he could barely see that there was a pattern of a lock card and a key drawn on the paper.

There are also lines similar to unicorns or dragons and phoenixes on the lock card, but the lines have been blurred, but the outline of the key next to it is very clear, Guan Luo recognized it at a glance, it was the one that Shen Chunguang wore on his wrist, but the drawing on the drawing was obviously much more exquisite, but it seemed that the carving on her wrist was clumsy.

Guan Luo looked at the broken jade that was cut off on the table again, and couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

The key should have been carved by her three years ago, when Tang Jingcheng's right shoulder was injured by a gunshot and he was unable to hold a file, but he insisted on smothering himself in the studio for two days, and finally carved such a set of locks and keys.

Guan Luo held the A4 paper and felt that her heart sank terribly, which meant that the jade key on her wrist was something she had before she left Yunling for Myanmar.

Something that existed three years ago has accompanied her through life and death.

There are also two rows of text underneath the pattern of the lock plate and key on the paper.

The handwriting was very light and a little sloppy, and Guan slightly turned on the light on the table for a while before he could barely read a few words.

"Peace... Good fortune... Years and years ......" silently recited in the heart, the first row is only a few words, Guan slightly can probably guess that it should be some auspicious words such as "peace and joy", may be the intention of carving this set of lock cards and keys.

But the second row of words is lighter and sloppy than the first row, and it took Guan a little bit of effort to understand it.

"Seeds... Sprouted... Water ......" he read directly, but a moaning voice sounded in his ears.

"Guan Luo, you are the one who gave me hope, you put a seed in my heart, and now the seed has sprouted."

"It's sprouted, and then what?"

"Then you have to give her water to drink, let her moisten, and don't let her die."

This is what Tang Jingcheng said to him three years ago.

"The seeds, germinated, where is the water? Baby, mom gives you moisture, you want to be born safely..."The handwriting of the last sentence has been erased by the years, and Guan Luo can't see it clearly, but the last payment has a date, which is a certain day in the summer three years ago.

Not long after this day, Tang Jingcheng followed Su Jue to Burma, and then it was reported that she had died in a riot in the Hpakant mining area.

But what do these words mean?

"Baby, mom gives you moisture, you want to be born safely..."

You want to be born safely...

Guan Luo suddenly felt his body shake, and a hole was cruelly split in his turbid thoughts.

“…… Judging from my examination just now and so many years of gynecological experience, Miss Shen should have had a miscarriage......"

"Miss Shen's uterus was obviously induced, and the child should have been very old at that time, at least more than 16 weeks, and the child may have been stillborn due to some accidents, and she had to undergo surgery afterwards to remove the stillbirth......

Guan slightly pinched the soft and crumpled A4 paper in his hand, and all his memories rolled in like a fierce wave.

The wind in the courtyard was stronger, the yellow leaves all over the ground were swept into the air, who was screaming under the moonlit night, and who was blurred by the wetness?