the knife of love

Chapter 274 Baby, you have to be born safely

Both Lao Mai and Yaba went out, Guan slightly opened the drawer under the table, and there was another cardboard box lying in it, which contained the watch that Su Jue brought back for him from Burma, with burnt marks on the surface, He hasn't wiped off the scorch marks for so many years.

Next to the box was a plastic bag with half a warhead in it.

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

It was this bullet that shot into Tang Jingcheng's body. He had already experienced that kind of heart-piercing pain when he held Tang Jingcheng who was covered in blood, but now?
The other party only sent these few nails, but he was already dying.

Guan Lue propped his forehead and threw the bullet into the tin box on the table. Together with his fingernails, there was a sound of "boom-", finally there was a sound in the room, but it was like a stone sank into him, and he was in a mess. Ma's heart.

Finally unable to hold it any longer, Guan Luexu slumped on the chair, the blood red in the two iron boxes under the light became more intense, he simply closed the box, and lay down on the table with one arm pillowed.

The room was quiet again, so quiet that it made people panic, he opened his eyelids slightly, and just faced the French window in front of the bed.

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

"What are you doing climbing so high?"

"More stars can be seen from high places."

"Do you like looking at the stars so much?"

"That's right, and it's the first time I discovered that there are so many stars in Tengchong."

"why?"

"what why?"

"Why do you like looking at the stars so much?"

"Because too many people died, another one died today..."

"Do you really believe in the saying that people turn into stars after death?"

"I don't believe it."

"Then are you still watching?"

"..."

Guan Lue recalled the scene of Shen Chunguang sitting on the balcony railing of the Crystal Palace watching the stars again. At that time, he had just brought her back from the Burmese military camp, and her foot was injured, and she was sitting there alone in thin pajamas watching the stars.

The starry sky has become her setting, her weak, soft, thin, swaying body that sits against the wind...

Guan Lue felt that his eyes were so sore, he twisted them with his fingers, got up, took his coat and car keys and went out, when he came to the yard, Yala was sitting on the steps sobbing, seeing Guan Lue coming out, he immediately got up and chased two steps .

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

But Guan Lue's footsteps didn't stop, and he didn't make a sound, so Yala could only stay where he was, listening to the roar of the car engine outside the door, and then looked down at the toy in his hand, thumping and thumping. He took two breaths.

"Sister Tang..." Immediately cried again.

……

Guan Lue parked his car outside the old alley. In the dead of night, the few remaining residents in the alley had already gone to sleep. Occasionally, the lights were still on in a few shops that were open at night.

He walked all the way in, smoking a cigarette, stepping on the old blue bricks and stones under his feet, the sound of his footsteps was heavy, and his heart was heavy.

Because no one went to Tang Jingcheng's studio for several years, and it was in the innermost alley, so no one paid attention.

People from Jiurongtai broke the door lock when they rushed in in the morning, and now the door can't be locked, so they can only hide it so vaguely.

Guan Lue pushed it straight in, and a gust of wind came behind him, and the ginkgo leaves all over the ground swirled again. He stepped on the withered yellow ground and walked in, turned on the lamp, and stood in the empty yard.

The yard is not too big, the front is the main entrance, and through the yard is the back hall, which is Tang Jingcheng's studio. There are several steps in front of the studio, and there are many potted flowers and plants on the steps and the window sills of the back hall, which cannot be seen. What kind of species is it? Anyway, it's all dead, with only a few roots left.

Guan Lue couldn't help thinking, these flowers and plants must not have been served by that girl before, she couldn't even support herself, how could she support other creatures, the corners of her lips curled up thinking about it.

Looking up at a bright starry sky, blowing the wind from the alley, this is the first time Guan Lue has stood properly in this courtyard.

Although this courtyard has been abandoned for a long time, he somehow feels that Tang Jingcheng still has the aura. This is her past, a long, long past, and this past is full of memories of her and another man. At that time, here Only Qiu Qiguan, without him, that's why he was never willing to step in.

Guan Lue finished smoking the remaining half of his cigarette in the yard, and stepped over the steps into the back hall.

The back hall is a bit messy. The workbench made of several stone tables is full of household garbage. Small tools and blueprints for jade carving are thrown everywhere. The small tube of the previous illustration pen was used as an ashtray. Contains unfinished cigarette ashes and cigarette butts.

Those people should have been hiding in this place for several days, Guan Lue heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and saw a set of independent tables and chairs in the innermost window.

Guan slightly walked over and turned on the desk lamp on the table, the bright white light illuminated a piece of flying dust, under the dust was a gray tabletop, scattered with some files and broken jade on the tabletop, on the right hand side were scrolls of drawings, A pair of cotton plaid sleeves and a headscarf of the same color are randomly thrown on the drawing, probably because the color of the headscarves has faded a bit due to the age.

On the left is an old-fashioned retro telephone, which is also covered with a layer of dust. Next to the telephone is a tin ashtray with many cigarette butts in it. Next is a pen holder. There are a few pens in the holder. Unfortunately, the cap They are all gone, and there are a few thin black hair ties wrapped around two of them.

Guan Lue was certain that those hair bands belonged to that girl, and he could even imagine the scene of her sitting under the light and carving jade carefully.

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

She used to have long hair, slightly curled at the ends, and spread thickly behind her head. When carving jade, she should tie it up, or simply tie it directly behind her head, revealing a long and slender neck. Maybe she is tired. I will look up and look at the small sky outside the window, and when I am lucky, I will see the stars...

Guan Lue sat down on that chair, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, thinking that the girl would often sit here and smoke in the past.

To be honest, Guan Lue used to like to watch her smoke a cigarette. She pinched the thin and long cigarette in her fingertips, and then put it in her mouth to hold it. The corners of the lips are slightly upturned, and they look particularly stubborn when they are not smiling, but once the lips are pursed and smoked, the corners of the upper lip will be slightly flattened, and the stubbornness on the body will fade away, leaving only the corners of the eyes The fringe of the brows was smothered by the smoke.

Mei... Especially when she smokes afterwards, she always likes to stick her naked body on his chest and ask him for a cigarette.

Guan Lue couldn't help but gritted his teeth again, his heart was so painful that he could hardly breathe, why did he want to provoke this girl in the first place, did he want to die?

He rubbed his forehead, suppressed the painful emotions in his heart, and casually picked up the roll of drawings in front of him and opened them. The drawings were relatively large, and there were three-dimensional models and details of various jade carvings on them. Unable to understand, I rolled it up and wanted to put it back, but suddenly a piece of paper floated out of it.

A piece of ordinary A4 paper, the paper is a little yellowed, and the corners have been torn a little. There are obvious creases and marks on it. It's been a long time since I can't see clearly.

Guan Lue brought the piece of paper under the light, and after looking at it for a while, he could barely see that there was a pattern of a lock plate and a key drawn on the paper.

There are still lines on the lock plate similar to unicorns or dragons and phoenixes, but the lines have been blurred, but the outline of the key next to it is very clear, and Guan Lue recognized it at a glance. It was the one worn by Shen Chunguang on his wrist. The painting is obviously much more delicate, but it looks like the carving on her wrist is poor.

Guan Lue glanced at the broken jade pieces on the table again, and couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart.

She should have carved that key three years ago. At that time, Tang Jingcheng suffered a gunshot wound to his right shoulder and was unable to hold a file, but he insisted on keeping himself bored in the studio for two days, and finally carved such a key. An incomplete set of lockplates and keys.

Holding the A4 paper, Guan Lue felt her heart sink heavily, which means that the jade key on her wrist was owned by her before she left Yunling for Myanmar.

The thing that existed three years ago accompanied her through life and death.

There are two lines of words under the pattern of the lock plate and key on the paper.

The handwriting was very light, a little scribbled, and Guan Lue turned up the light on the table once more before he could barely see the words clearly.

"Peace...Fu... Sui Sui..." I read silently in my heart, there were only a few words in the first row, and Guan Lue could probably guess that it should be some auspicious words such as "peace and joy", probably because of Diao's expression. What about locks and keys.

But the second row of characters is lighter and more scribbled than the first row of handwriting, Guan slightly lost his strength to understand a little bit.

"The seeds... sprouted... water..." He read out directly, but a sobbing voice sounded in his ears.

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

"Sprout, and then what to do?"

"Then you have to give her water to keep her wet and not let her die."

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

"The seed has germinated, where is the water? Baby, mom will moisten you, and you will be born safely..." The handwriting of the latter sentence has been erased by the years, and Guan Lue can't see it clearly, but the last signature has a date, it is three One day in the summer of years ago.

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

But what do these words mean?
"Baby, mommy will moisten you, you will be born safely..."

You want to be born safely...

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

"...Judging from my examination just now and so many years of experience in gynecology, Ms. Shen should have had a miscarriage..."

"Miss Shen's uterus had obviously undergone induction of labor. The baby should have been very big at the time, at least 16 weeks old, and the baby may have been stillborn due to some accident, and the stillborn baby had to be taken out after surgery..."

Guan slightly squeezed the soft and wrinkled A4 paper in his hand, and all the memories rolled in like a violent wave.

The wind in the yard became stronger, and the yellow leaves all over the ground were swept into the air. Under the moonlit night, who was screaming, and whose eyes were blurred by the wetness?

(End of this chapter)