Chapter 3

When the two cars overturned and fell to the ground, they slid a long way on the ground, but they blocked most of the road, and the vehicles behind couldn't pass.

Seeing that there was no more car coming behind, Tang Jingyun really relaxed, "it's dangerous!"

Jiang Ye nodded, and his expressionless face was obviously relaxed, "your driving skills are good."

"Thank you. As long as you let me live, there's nothing else to say." Tang Jingyun said faintly. The movement on her hand kept shifting, slowing down and turning. A beautiful drift passed a turn.

Jiang Ye's mouth moved. He felt dizzy at this time. The consequences of excessive blood loss began to react on him and said, "Hey, I seem to be dizzy."

"Squeak -- quack --"

When the military jeep slammed on the brake, Tang Jingyun stopped the car. The smell of blood between the wings of her nose became stronger and stronger. She opened the dark vest on the man's body. By the light in the car, she saw a gunshot wound in his left rib. It was only treated by random hemostasis. It was probably a big move just now, and now she began to bleed.

She frowned and heard from his tone that the man had a big background. If he died in front of him today, she would have trouble in the future. She said coldly, "hold on, I'll take you to find someone to heal."

Jiang Ye moved his lips and wanted to tell her that it was best not to go to a regular hospital, or there would be trouble. In the end, he didn't speak.

Tang Jingyun immediately recognized the direction, followed the road and drove on the familiar road. The speed was very fast. He drove directly to 200 yards, drove for more than half an hour, entered Yinlin City, and drove for more than ten minutes. Then he stopped at an old street and looked at the pale man beside him. "If you're dead, you'll get off with me."

Jiang ye had no strength to talk to the woman. He felt that he would really be finished if he didn't stop bleeding. Although Tang Jingyun spoke coldly, she got out of the car, went to another door, helped the man out of the car, and moved him into the old street step by step.

Then he went through several intricate alleys to reach his destination.

The front of the door is probably new, but there is an old signboard hanging there. The gold plating on it has been ground so that it can hardly see the specific words.

"Bang!"

Tang Jingyun kicked open the open door and asked, "Lao Cui, where are you dead? Come out quickly!"

"Oh, who kicked my appearance again? That's how you ruined my appearance!" a lazy voice came from the back hall.

The visitor is a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties. His hair is messy and his collar is turned over. He looks very sloppy, but he has a pair of clean hands comparable to those of a pianist. When he sees Tang Jingyun, he is stunned, "Oh, isn't this Miss Tang? I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Then he saw the man leaning on her and frowned, "Miss Tang, you see, I have rules here and don't pick up strangers..."

"Don't talk nonsense. If you don't save him, we'll both die another day!" Tang Jingyun interrupted him. "If you don't want to die, hurry up!"

Seeing that Tang Jingyun looked serious and didn't seem to be faking, Lao Cui nodded and helped the man to have an operation in the back.

Although Tang Jingyun is not a regular guest here, he has a good relationship with him. He comes over for a drink and chat from time to time, so he has a little more tolerance and trust in her.

Tang Jingyun stayed in place for a while and went out. The military jeep parked on the street was too conspicuous. In the dead of night, not many people noticed, but it was troublesome during the day, so she found a convenient place to put it.

After an hour or so, she came back again. At this time, Lao Cui had completed the operation and was sitting in the store drinking wine. When he saw her, there was some hesitation in his eyes. He said, "Miss Tang, you have to tell me what the origin of this man is. I found this on his waist when I was doing hand surgery for him!" he held a gun in his hand. In this land of China, people with guns are not simple. They are either high-ranking people or ferocious people.

Tang Jingyun smiled bitterly, "Lao Cui, I just went to the cemetery to worship. Unexpectedly, I was involved. I don't even know the details."

She took a box of cigarettes out of her pocket and handed one to Lao Cui. Then she took one, lit it, took a deep breath, and then opened her mouth, "don't worry, I won't involve you." she patted him on the shoulder.

Lao Cui shook his head and sighed, "it's all right. People in our business are taking risks."

The Tang family girl, who grew up watching, had a bad life. She had no father and died of her mother. Her grandfather died when she remembered, leaving her grandmother alone to pull her to grow up.

He knows her grandmother. She doesn't know a traditional woman in big words. She's a little mean and sharp. Maybe it's because Tang Jingyun's appearance killed her daughter. She doesn't treat her very well. At most, she gives her a bowl of rice and a room so as not to starve to death and freeze to death. No matter how much else, she can't give her.

The girl of the Tang family was raised as a boy since childhood. I remember when she first came, she was still small, looked malnourished, and her face was blue and blue. He thought she was the skin boy of which family. Later, when he heard a few words from others, he knew that it was the girl of the Tang family who fought with people outside the school.

As she grew up, the girl was no longer as blue and purple as she was when she was a child. Instead, she grew more and more aggressive. Her appearance was very good, but she came here many times. She often came to him for dinner with cigarettes, wine, or a few home-made dishes.

He can see that the girl is not happy, but he can't comfort her. Every family has a difficult Scripture to read. He can have two drinks with the little girl at most.

It was not until I was admitted to Yanda in Kyoto last year and went there to study that the communication was gradually broken.

"Miss Tang..."

Tang Jingyun waved, "Lao Cui, when did you and I become so strange? Did you dislike me?"

Lao Cui smiled. "It's because you've become a cultural man." seeing her disapproval on her face, she raised her glass. "I'm not good. I'll punish myself."

Tang Jingyun was very familiar. She found a cup in the room, poured herself a glass of wine, sat down opposite Lao Cui and took a sip of her cigarette. "I haven't come back for a long time."

Lao Cui looked at her posture and shook his head and sighed, "Tang girl, you really don't avoid smoking and drinking as before. There's nothing like a girl's house. Be careful you can't marry in the future."

Tang Jingyun had a cigarette in her hand. Through the smoke, she looked a little indifferent. "I've been dealing with you people since I was a child. Naturally, I've been infected with these habits. In the future, my man can bear it best. If he can't bear it, he won't marry. Anyway, no one urges me."

In her previous life, she lived more than 30 years, and no one advised her to get married. Perhaps more people are eager for her not to get married. In the future, there will be no children to inherit the family wealth, and in the end, she will return to the people of the Tang family.

Lao Cui thought she thought of a lonely person. He shook his head and smiled. He cut off the topic. "Well, let's not mention whether there are some of these. Don't worry about a great beauty like Tang girl." then he asked again, "The man in that room looks not simple. He has a bullet embedded in his body and a stray bullet scratch on his shoulder. It is estimated that the time is not short and he can maintain a clear consciousness."

"It's really not easy, Lao Cui, you know. I grew up in this circle since I was a child. This man gave me a wolf like feeling at the first sight. I think if I didn't compromise at that time, he would really shoot me," Tang Jingyun took a hard cigarette, "what a trouble!"

Lao Cui patted her on the shoulder. "It's all right. The underground world of Yinlin city is not fun. In the end, we should abide by the rules. Don't worry too much."

"I know. Come on, let's have a good drink today." Tang Jingyun raised her glass, touched Lao Cui and took a sip. The spicy taste stimulated her nerves.

It's really been a long time. In her previous life, she really never came back. Because the children of the Tang family are high school children, they shouldn't have unclear involvement with lower class people. Therefore, for the wild hopes in her heart, she never came back. She broke off contact with Yinlin, and even never went to the grave of her relatives.

In essence, she is really a selfish woman. She can do whatever she wants, or give up her feelings for more than ten years.

Lao Cui looked at the Tang girl in front of her and suddenly felt that she was a little more mature than she was a year ago. Although her eyebrows were still like that, her speech and behavior were no longer what a girl of double ten years should have. She was deep and introverted, and her words seemed to hide deep maturity.

When he talked with her, he would unconsciously ignore her age. It seemed that he was talking with an experienced peer, and there was no estrangement at all.

She sat quietly opposite her, clasped her fingers and put them on her knees. Her face was calm and indifferent. At first glance, she had a calm momentum. The pair of Phoenix eyes did not meet the amorous feelings of her age.

Maybe it's because his relatives are gone. He lives alone in a strange city and catalyzes her to mature early. Lao Cui sighed in his heart and felt more pity for her. His parents and relatives also went early. Naturally, he knows the taste of loneliness.

In the dead of night, they drank wine together in this old shop and talked about things over the years.

Until many years later, Tang Jingyun has long become an object of admiration. Whenever he thinks of the scene of this night, he smiles knowingly. Some people are destined to be the Phoenix in the sky. Sooner or later, they will take off 90000 miles, because there are many more things in her eyes than others.