rebirth of wrong love farewell

In the apprentice workshop, Ru Lan's woman was wearing a black overalls with her hair in a light bun. Like other ordinary apprentices, she held tweezers in the plate of scraps on her small round table and picked them up separately. Slag material swept off the processing table.

The apprentices in each group are working hard to pick useful leftovers from them. The limited materials they receive every day are not enough to make themselves proficient in their skills. They can only work hard on these leftovers.

For apprentices who have not yet started, only by practicing hard and exercising the touch of carving and layout can they be qualified to apply for apprenticeship from the master, and only the apprentice can learn the jewelry craftsmanship taught by the master.

Because of being taken care of, Zhang Zhirou was able to pick out pieces of metal, wood, and a little bit of gold and silver from the slag that was distributed from time to time, these are excellent auxiliary materials for inlaying or welding.

When she was picking up a small plate full of all kinds of metal wires and was about to put them across the round table, the mobile phone on the chair beside her suddenly vibrated slightly, silently alerting that someone was calling.

Frowning softly, Zhang Zhirou slowly took off the protective glove on his right hand, reached for the phone, but when he saw the name of the caller flashing on the screen, he groaned, and then pressed reject.

She sighed slightly, but before she put down the phone, the number she didn't want to see called again, it was like a continuous wave of waves, and she was unable to return the blow. .

When the third call came, a strange flash of light flashed in her clear eyes, she looked at the quiet colleagues around her, took off the glove of the other hand without thinking, and walked out the door with her mobile phone.

In the dim sewer that overflowed with a foul smell, a weak woman was half lying powerlessly on the damp moss-covered stone slab, her right hand was covering her abdomen that was constantly bleeding.

Even though her body was covered with scars, she persistently stared at the slightly bright phone screen in her left hand, and pressed the dial button with her thumb.

And her arm was pierced by a sharp weapon with a horrible wound, the muscles were torn, the bones were bruised, and her legs were also bleeding profusely.

The smell of blood permeated the claustrophobic, cold space, and the pool of blood flowing from her body was mixed with the sound of water droplets not far away, ticking, ticking, as if the hourglass of life was passing by so desperately. .

As time passed slowly, her eyes became more and more gloomy as if they had lost their vitality, but they shone like obsidian at the moment they were connected.

Listening to her soft voice from the mobile phone, Lan Xia smiled muffledly, the low-pitched laughter seemed to spread from her chest with strong forbearance, her face also became paler due to blood loss Be transparent.

Hearing her vague laughter and the faint sound of water droplets, Zhang Zhirou asked doubtfully, "Lan Xia, who are you?" with her usual comfortable tone.

The woman's ears moved vigilantly at this moment, the sound of water droplets remained the same, but there was a slight tremor from the water pipe, clearly someone was walking here.

With a silent light in her eyes, Lan Xia's body struggled to move, but the pain involved her whole body, and her legs became numb and out of control due to excessive blood loss.

The mobile phone in the palm of her hand suddenly beeped, reminding the owner of the fact that she had no battery, but it made her situation even more dangerous.

Listening to the approaching footsteps, Lan Xia tried her best to smile, her voice was hoarse, nostalgic, and affectionate: "Don't forget me."

Without waiting for the other party to reply, she hung up the phone, and quickly pressed the restore format to clear all the data.

The footsteps stopped, but they were already nearby.

Lan Xia reluctantly raised her eyes, and a man in black stood quietly two meters away from her, aiming a TRJ pistol at her head.

Holding the mobile phone tightly in her hand, she slowly closed her eyes unwillingly but also without regret.

There was a bang gunshot, and there was a long and absolute echo in this dark and quiet sewer.