Lin Chong glared at the guy who appeared out of nowhere and sneered: "You seem to be in the wrong place."
"I'm just trying out his abilities. If you don't like it, I'll leave."
Lin Chong waited for Ash to leave, threw the knife down the tunnel and said: "I'm not in the mood anymore, Meng Xiaoan, you can leave."
Meng Xiaoan cursed in her heart: "You bitch, are you kidding me?" He comes when you ask him to come and leaves when you ask him. He is not a puppy, grandma's.
"We will have a duel in the future. Your injury should be getting more serious. You'd better recover well."
Meng Xiaoan looked at his palm, and it was indeed as Lin Chong said. The injury on his hand was already healed, especially on his shoulder, but now it was an injury on top of injury.
"Who are you?" Meng Xiaoan wanted to ask this question.
"Someone who can help you in the future." Lin Chong laughed loudly, "If you don't leave, then I will." He strode out.
Meng Xiaoan looked at his leaving back with a thoughtful look on his face. Who could help him? Who could it be? This Lin Chong would definitely not appear out of nowhere.
….
Ash shook the wine glass. Under the light, his face looked very charming, and his eyes attracted the attention of many women.
This was a bar with not many people but luxurious decoration. At this moment, there was a woman beside him.
Perhaps a girl is more appropriate. She is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a pair of big black eyes and an oval face. She is wearing a piece of clothing with underwear vaguely visible. Her hands are touching Ash's face very gently, which is a bit
Jealousy, this is a serious face, but his skin is better than hers, and he has a pair of charming pink and phoenix eyes.
Ash is a regular customer of this bar. Every time he comes here, he will be in the same box and want the same woman.
"Why do you come to me every time you come here? I'm not the prettiest here?" The girl touched Ash's face and asked deliberately, because she felt that Ash would be extremely excited every time he came to her.
Ash smiled, drank all the wine glass, and touched the girl's hair: "Because you look like the same person."
The girl smiled, then deliberately said a little unhappy: "Didn't you come here just to see me? Didn't you think of your woman when you saw me? Oh, who is she?"
"She has very long and smooth hair and a face like yours. I like everything about her and everything makes me obsessed." Ash lowered his voice and smiled at the girl, "Because every time I go to bed with her,
/**bed, every reaction she has is impersonal and shy.”
"Hey, you're so bad." The girl shyly hit Ash on the chest.
"You must like her very much, right?"
"Yes, I like it very much, I like it so much." Ash closed his eyes. He would always remember the first time he held her hand, and even the first time he slept in the same bed with her.
"So where is she now?"
"She's dead." Ash suddenly felt indescribable sadness. After so many years, her shadow has been in his mind, like those weeds that grow again in the spring breeze, growing crazily.
"You must be sad."
"I'm very sad because she doesn't believe in me and doesn't believe that I will marry her together. Maybe it's not her fault, it's her parents' fault, but why doesn't she believe in me? Do you know how difficult our love is?
I am just a poor boy. Her parents are rich and it is natural that they are well-matched. But her fault is that she was born into a big family. Her parents did not agree with our marriage and gave me 500,000 yuan to ask me to leave her.
"
"Then what?" The girl was obviously attracted by this sad story and couldn't help but ask.
"I am leaving."
"Why?"
"She fell in love with someone else."
"If she had followed you then, she would be very happy now," the girl said.
"Maybe." Ash smiled, "What about you? Why are you here?"
"I need money to buy a lot of things. Youth can be squandered, right?" The girl smiled, but her smile felt fake. She liked cosmetics, she liked looking at the bags of rich girls, and she liked looking at those men's faces.
Surrounded like bees, she is no worse than them, the only difference is that she is a child from a poor family.
Maybe this is fate.
If you work hard all your life, others can just say a word.
If you work hard to do something, others will get it done without having to do anything or say anything.
"Youth can be squandered?" Ash smiled disapprovingly. Perhaps he could squander anything at his age and not care about anything.
"What happened next?" The girl obviously didn't understand the story.
"Are you asking how she died?"
"Um."
"I don't remember either." Ash tried very hard to recall why she died, but he couldn't recall. He felt very strange. Many memories he should remember were not remembered, and things he shouldn't remember were forgotten again.
.
Maybe he was a little drunk, he hugged the girl, called her name, and then pressed on her body.
The smell of her body made him intoxicated.
Late at night, Ash walked out of the bar box. His mind was still a little heavy. He patted his head and went to the flower shop to buy flowers. Today was the third year since her death.
I bought her favorite carnations and went to pay her respects to the place where she died.
Smelling the scent of carnations, Ash recalled the scene where he used the money he earned from his first job to buy flowers for her.
Her smiling face will always be etched in his heart.
They agreed to get married, have children, and grow old together, but they just left him alone in the world.
What made him hate himself the most was that he really forgot how she died?
He remembered every bit of his time with her, but he couldn't remember the cause of her death.
"Maybe there's something wrong with me." Ash said to himself with a wry smile.
The early morning wind made his mind clearer and made him feel that he was still alive in this world.
"I'm here to see you, are you okay down there?" Ash asked, looking at the tombstone, "Your favorite carnation, I think you will like it."
A cold wind came.
Ash felt a little cold, and he felt a little tired after talking to her and talking about things over the years.
"Maybe next year I will bring a girl who looks exactly like you to see you."
Ash knelt down and kissed the photo on the tombstone.
Ash straightened his back and smiled. He knew that there were still many days left for him.
His longing for her was always in his memory.
"You miss her so much, why don't you go down and stay with her?"
There was a long shadow on Ash's back.
hiss!
A hand passed through his chest. Ash lowered his head and clearly saw that hand was covered in his blood.
Drops of blood spattered on the dry and hard ground.
The wind became warm, blowing his long hair flying, and a vague smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This is how he died, and his death was unclear. Maybe it was a dream, a drunken nightmare.
But why did this dream hurt him so much? His body was really cold.
"My name is Ye Jia, you shouldn't have appeared when Meng Xiaoan and Lin Chong were fighting."
Pulling out the bloody right hand, Tang Yu took out a white handkerchief and wiped it clean.
Elegant posture.
Ash knelt down in front of the tombstone with both legs, lowered his head, and a tear oozed out.
Ash, the King of Guns, died just like that. It was a natural death. Maybe he shouldn't have drank so much.