I took out one and lit it on fire, and took a deep breath, only to feel soft and soft, completely different from the choking cigarette I smoked for the first time.

I didn't know anything about cigarettes, I always thought that tobacco was a taste, but now I feel like my body is sinking, and my sorrow is also dissipating in the curling cigarette.

"This smoke is so good." I couldn't help but sigh.

"Nonsense, 1916, what about one hundred and fifty-one boxes, can it be good?" Lao Huang looked quite distressed, "Daze, when did you start smoking?" I remember your dad wouldn't let me. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he patted himself: "Look at which pot I don't open and mention, you should not have heard." ”

I laughed: "How can I be so dead-eyed, college, he didn't care much about me at that time." ”

I don't know why I'm lying, I always feel very uncomfortable when I think of Taixing's experience, I just heard someone say that a cigarette can relieve a thousand sorrows, so I wanted to try it, and I was really desperate at that time.

In fact, it's the same now, I don't think there's anything wrong with giving up, but I'm still panicked in my heart, this is a hurdle that I can never overcome.

Since I promised Lao Huang, that is to really give up, no matter how unwilling I am in my heart, life still has to go on, I don't want to see anyone die for this matter anymore, I am really fed up.

Actually, I'm just a coward, I can't afford to lose, so I choose to escape.

We soon returned to the inn, and everything in the ancient city was the same as when we left, as if time had frozen since we left.

"The boss is back."

Ah Ming saw us and said a word, so he naturally went out to carry luggage in Lao Huang's car, looking at the hot or quiet atmosphere in the ancient city, my heart was also left behind, I should start my life again.

This is really a drunken life, I have to let myself into other circles to jump out of the memory, Lao Huang disappeared all day long, Ah Ming said that he had a big business to do, I couldn't follow, so I took his money to spend all day drinking.

However, within two weeks I got bored, the cocktails were colorful, but not good at all, and they were useless except to bloating, and even the women who threw them in their arms were far from the type I liked.

I soon returned to my normal life, and I started to be an innkeeper like Ah Ming, doing chores in the inn every day, watering flowers and cutting grass, and I was also at ease.

Lao Huang still goes out early and returns late, he never cares about me, as long as I live like a normal person with peace of mind, he will not interfere, my current life is like a retired old man, and the only daily luxury is cigarettes.

I found that I was obsessed with fitness, just like the days when Lao Huang exercised me, the body is really the capital of the revolution, this regular restraint life made me not too decadent, I began to get used to the health food that was difficult to swallow in the past, the fitness coach advised me to stay away from tobacco, but I could only laugh, I could do anything, but I couldn't give it up.

This life lasted for half a year, and the old experience dissipated from my life like the wind, and in these six months, I didn't get any news about the jade and the blood curse, and even the people from before were gone.

Both pieces of jade are in my hands, but no one has come to take them, perhaps because the path of seeking the truth is too difficult, and those who have their own goals have also given up.

But a mantra is a mantra, and I am destined to be inescapable.

……

The May sun shone warmly on the bar, and I was lying there flipping through a boring history book about Qin, and a gust of wind blew, and the door of the inn was pushed open.

"Accommodation, how many?"

I blurted out, but I didn't hear a response, and I looked up and saw someone I thought was in my dreams.

He was still the same as before, with snow-white hair and a calm face, but he had changed into a blue Tibetan robe, which was contaminated with a bit of fireworks.

In the past six months, I have seen too much superficial glitz and deep gloom, I thought I had grown up, but the moment I saw him, I was instantly beaten back to my original form, I was still a child, and I still couldn't control my emotions.

My hands were shaking, something hot was pouring out of my eyes, his face was blurry in my vision, I was speechless, I didn't know what to say, I couldn't say it.

I thought he was dead and would be silently remembered when I was alone, but then I felt that there had never been such a person in the world, so I put everything into the cage of memory.

But he came back and stood right in front of me, he looked even thinner, his gaze was calm, there was no hope, no despair.

"Osawa." He spoke, in a low voice.

A nameless anger suddenly surged in my heart, I finally returned to the life of a normal person, and finally decided to give up, he came back again, what did he come back for, dragged me into the abyss again?

"Ozawa is already dead, dead when you left him!"

I shouted, my voice was sharp and hoarse, I didn't know what was wrong with me, I was so happy to see that he was still alive, I wanted to rush up and hug him and ask him where he had gone.

"I'm sorry."

He looked nervous, turned and walked out the door.

"Where do you want to go?!"

I rushed forward and grabbed his cuffs violently, I was so angry that I still felt panicked when I saw him leaving, I felt like I wasn't myself anymore.

"I'm sorry." He said it again.

"What's the use of being sorry?!"

It's the last thing I want to hear, and I want him to give me a full explanation instead of saying I'm sorry.

He was really sent by God to torture me, I took a few deep breaths, suppressed all kinds of emotions churning in my body, and I pointed to the chair next to me: "Sit!" ”

He was stunned for a moment, but walked over and sat down, I felt like a bastard who forced a good person to become a prostitute.

I glanced at him, he was sitting there straight, without the slightest intention of leaving, I quickly ran to the bar to pick up the phone and dialed Lao Huang's number.

I was stunned in my heart, obviously I was the one who took charge, but I couldn't face him by myself, my thoughts were chaotic, and I had to be accompanied by Lao Huang to talk to him normally.

"What's wrong, Ah Ming?"

Lao Huang's voice sounded, and I could hear the noise on his side, as well as the sound of mahjong tiles "banging lala", it turned out that this guy was busy with this every day.

"It's me."

"Daze, what's going on?" Lao Huang was very surprised, because I had never taken the initiative to find him in the past six months.

"Lao Huang, Brother Shen is back." I tried to speak in a calm voice.

"What?" Lao Huang was obviously stunned for a moment, and then laughed again, "The bet is lost, you can't make a joke casually......"

I suddenly got angry and yelled into the phone: "I said Brother God is back!" It's in the store, alive! ”

I hung up the phone with a "snap", and felt my hands tremble with anger, if this call was made to me by Lao Huang, I would definitely think it was a joke, but I don't know why, I was very angry when I heard Lao Huang's voice.

I poured a pot of cold boiled, added a lot of ice cubes to it, and sat down opposite Brother Shen, drinking cup after cup.

I'm not calm right now, I'm having a fever all over my body, my throat is dry, and no matter how much I drink, it's like fire.

Lao Huang came back in less than three minutes, and I heard his car horn slamming in the street, and he jumped out of the car quickly, rushed into the store, and rushed to Brother Shen.

He raised his hand and grabbed Brother God's hair, looked at the spell on his back, and then quickly let go and sat down next to me.

Lao Huang was covered in sweat, flowing from his sideburns to his collar, he gasped, took the cup in front of me and drank the ice water, and then put the cup down, staring straight at Brother Shen.

The two of us look really like interrogating prisoners now, but I don't know who the prisoners are, and I see that Lao Huang's face is stiff.

Lao Huang's fists were clenched tightly, he must have wanted to give Brother Shen a punch, if he didn't say it, it didn't mean that he didn't care, he definitely regarded Brother Shen as a partner.

The atmosphere became very oppressive, and Brother Shen looked at me and spoke again: "I'm sorry. ”

I can't get angry anymore, I want to laugh now, Brother God shouldn't be like this, he won't say anything but sorry now.

"If Osawa really dies inside, who will you tell if you're sorry?"

Lao Huang didn't go as furious as I expected, there was anger in his voice, but he said it calmly.

Brother Shen looked at a loss, he really looked like a child who had made a mistake, and his eyes were full of uneasiness and helplessness.

"Do you know that Osawa would rather eat the fish in the lake in order to wait for you?" Lao Huang's voice was still calm, but every word was aggressive.

I suddenly softened, I grabbed Lao Huang and shook his head at him, these are all things in the past, it's useless to mention it again, what I want to listen to is the result.

Lao Huang gave me a roll of his eyes: "Look at your unproductive appearance." ”

But he kept his mouth shut, and he looked at us for a long time, as if he didn't care about himself.

I wondered how to ask, but I couldn't find a clue, he shouldn't have found me, but he seemed to have a sense of jade, and I couldn't ask such childish questions.

"Where have you been?"

I hesitated and asked this, the secret of the blood curse in my heart is secondary, I care about him personally, he has disappeared for half a year inexplicably, I want to know what he has done.

"Went where I was supposed to be." He answered, just as if he hadn't.

The topic broke off all of a sudden, Lao Huang looked at me and smiled, I couldn't laugh at all, he was hesitating, hesitating whether to tell me or not.

I feel very uncomfortable, does he not believe me? If you don't believe it, why did you come to me, his personality is as complex as his background.

"That silk book is not an epitaph, but an edict of death." He spoke abruptly and changed the subject.

My thoughts were instantly led away by him, only the emperor's order is called an edict, who is this emperor? Why did the person he was about to give death to not die, but die of a natural disaster on the way home?