What can Yu Jingque say? Chen Xiqiao overwhelms him in terms of justice, so he has no other choice but to smile bitterly.
However, Yu Jingque didn't want to be here and listen to Chen Xiqiao's lessons.
Yu Jingque reached out to untie the clothes under his coat and took out a pendant from his neck.
The pendant looks very ordinary. The black ropes are woven by hand and are densely packed, showing the care put into the weaving.
The pendant is not a rare object, it is a worthless jade, it looks like Guanyin.
Yu Jingque took his hands and solemnly placed the Guanyin pendant on the table.
"The rope weaved by Manjusri and the Guanyin on the string said that I would give it to you."
"I have carried it for you for several years, and now I will give it to you." Yu Jingque put down the Guanyin pendant and felt that there was nothing on his neck, and it seemed to be much lighter.
Seeing this pendant, Chen Xiqiao's hands exerted slight force in a place where Yu Jingque could not see.
"Does Manjusri have anything else to say to me?" Chen Xiqiao asked with a somewhat dry mouth.
"She asked me to see you and give you this pendant." After saying this, Yu Jingque stood up and turned to leave. As for the broken door at Chen Xiqiao's house, he did not intend to compensate.
Yu Jingque, who had just taken one step outside, said unwillingly: "She said...she doesn't hate you."
After saying this, Yu Jingque strode away. He was not in the mood to see what Chen Xiqiao looked like now, whether he would cry with guilt or whether he would deal with it calmly as usual.
Yu Jingque doesn't care about these things. Whether Manjusri hates them or not is Manjusri's business. Yu Jingque's hatred is Yu Jingque's business.
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"Brother Jingque, here you are, here are these things for you. If you see my dad, remember to help me give it to him." A girl handed the things to a young man who ran over. Both of their faces were filled with youthful auras.
.
The boy looked down and saw a letter handed over by the girl, as well as a Guanyin pendant.
"I'll hand it over to your father, what about you?" The young man didn't understand why the girl wanted to hand herself over to her father.
The girl looked a little strange at that time, but the boy didn't think much about it.
"Brother Jingque, don't ask. I'll go back first. You don't want to play with me anymore. You are a child of a rich family." There was a hint of bitterness in the girl's words.
"What are you talking about? We are friends. Besides, my family has no money and my business is losing money every day. It's not like you don't know." The young man frowned. It was obvious that he was also worried about his family's business.
When the girl saw the boy's frown, she felt slightly distressed and stretched out her hand to smooth the boy's brow.
"It will be fine, I believe you." the girl said.
"But you can't make me stop looking for you." The young man's face turned bitter, and he looked at the girl with some flattery.
"Okay, okay, don't come tomorrow, come back to me tomorrow." The girl's words made the boy happy again.
He nodded heavily and said, "Don't worry, I won't go tomorrow."
The boy was afraid that if he answered slowly, the girl would change her mind.
The girl turned around and walked away. The boy took the things given by the girl home. His family did not know that the boy had such a friend.
No one even knows that we met on the street by mistake when we were young.
The process was a bit coincidental, it was nothing more than a happy enemy, we never knew each other without fighting, but for a few years, there was only joy.
The boy was waiting at home, thinking that after today, he could go and play with the girl.
"It's pitiful. I heard that those damned people killed someone again, and it was still a little girl. Hey..."
His father's muttering to himself at home made the boy feel a little nervous. He didn't understand what it meant.
"Who died, dad?" the young man asked his father.
"I just passed by there, a girl, young, wearing..."
"Where?"
"exist……"
"I'm going out for a while."
"It's raining. Why are you going out? You need to bring an umbrella when you go out."
His father's shouts had long been drowned in the sound of rain. This time the boy ran the fastest he could remember.
The rain soaked my clothes and my hair stuck to my cheeks.
The boy's steps suddenly stopped, and then he seemed to be frozen.
The girl from yesterday was now lying on the ground with blood flowing all over the ground.
People around were whispering that the girl's father was an underground party member and an anti-Manchurian anti-Japanese person.
If they couldn't find the girl's father, they would arrest the girl and threaten the father behind it.
The girl was hit and killed on a telephone pole in the street. It was so heroic.
died?
The boy watched helplessly as the girl's body was dragged onto a truck like garbage and pulled out of the city.
The boy followed the truck all the way. He gritted his teeth and wanted to follow the truck all the way.
Then he watched the bodies being thrown casually into the ravine.
After the truck left, the boy ran over and slipped, rolling and falling into a ravine.
He held the girl firmly in his arms with both hands, feeling only a coldness.
died……
But the boy holding the dead man felt no fear, only sadness.
Bury and get into the city before dark.
The young man's father was shocked when he saw his son who looked like a clay figure. He didn't know what he had done.
Take a shower, change clothes, and enter the room.
The young man did not explain too much to his father. He locked himself in the room and took out the letter and the Guanyin pendant.
The letter was originally going to be given to the girl's father. He could not open it selfishly, but at this time, he opened the letter.
"Dad, I seem to know what you do. You are still mysterious. I am very happy now. Dad, you have to persist."
"You don't have to worry about me this time. I'm fine. I made you a Guanyin pendant. I want to keep you safe."
"I originally wanted to make one for Brother Jingque, but I threw it away after I finished it because I didn't want Brother Jingque to be like you. It was too dangerous."
"You must wear this pendant. I have been kneeling in the temple for several days. It must be very effective."
"You laughed at me at the time and said that Brother Jingque didn't like me. I wasn't convinced. Now I have won. Brother Jingque likes me. Although he didn't say those words about how he liked me, I could see it in his eyes, hehe.
"
"But dad, you are right, I am not so lucky."
"Dad, what is getting married? Is it enough to just put on a red wedding dress and a red hijab?"
"I really want to wear it once. I don't know how it feels, but I think it must be very beautiful. Do you think Brother Jingque will like it?"
"You can't show him this letter, he will definitely say that I am shameless."
"By the way, Dad, I may have to go on a long trip. As you know, I'm going to run away. Don't worry if you can't find me when you come back. I'll be fine."
"Dad, also, I don't hate you."
"Dad...take care."
After reading the letter, the young man held the letter tightly in his hands.
run?
How could a weak woman run away? She had already anticipated today's outcome, right?
Why?
Why didn't you read this letter last night?
The young man beat himself with his fists. He hated himself for not reading this letter last night, and he even hated himself for not being able to express his love for it when he was young and ignorant.
The letter was burned by the boy, and the boy picked up the Guanyin pendant and hung it around his neck.
"Manjusri, you threw away the Guanyin pendant you made for me, so I will wear this one first."
"Because your brother Jing Que wants to avenge you, and your pendant will protect me, right?"
"It's just a pity that I don't know where you threw that pendant. Otherwise, Brother Jing Que could have picked it up and wouldn't have to wear this man's pendant."
"Brother Jingque doesn't like this man. Don't blame me for saying that. I just don't like him anyway."
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