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The guests in the ballroom were terrified and fled screaming.

Xue Hua was stunned.

Touching the blood on his head with trembling hands, he let out an "ah" and crazily snatched the gun from the policeman's hand: "Xu Weiqiang, I'm going to fight you!"

Hongying on the stage was also frightened.

The pipa fell to the ground, and she, who was helpless, was held by a hand: "Follow me."

The gunshots were left behind, and Hongying's heart was pounding.She has sung in Xianlemen for nearly two years, and she has encountered a few times of provoking troubles, which are not as serious as this time.

After leaving the back door of the ballroom, An Jing let go of Hongying's hand: "Are you scared? There is a coachman on the opposite side, get out of here quickly."

"Aren't you going?"

"I, after confirming Xu Weiqiang's safety, I'll leave." An Jing said and was about to go to the ballroom

Hongying grabbed her clothes: "Master Jing, it's too dangerous inside!"

"Xu Weiqiang saved my life."

While talking, another group of patrolmen rushed over: "Quick, the gunshots are coming from here."

An Jing pulled Hongying to hide in the alleyway, felt her body trembling, hugged her into her arms and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, when they go in, you hurry up. Go back and have a good sleep, and forget about tonight. gone."

"Are you so nice to every girl?" Hongying held on to An Jing's clothes tightly, "Master Jing has favored me for the past two years, why?"

An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of An Jing's mouth: "Half a month ago, it was simply to listen to your singing every time I came here to relieve my worries. Today is different. I came here to relieve the doubts in my heart. Under the veil, there is nothing ugly. Yan, is truly a beauty in troubled times."

The situation was critical, and she didn't have time to explain too much.

The hidden identity was exposed, but Hongying's body became less tense: "Master Jing, there are many ways to repay his life-saving grace, don't you risk your life?"

"If I didn't take any risks, I wouldn't be where I am today." An Jing waved for a rickshaw, "Be obedient and go back."

Hongying bit her lip and nodded, knowing that staying would only be a drag on her.

……

Half an hour later, the Xianle Ballroom finally returned to calm.

The number of casualties between the police and the killing gang was almost the same, and Xue Hua was taken to the hospital.Xu Weiqiang was safe and sound, and under the cover of his brothers, he carried the injured An Jing to evacuate from the place of gunpowder.

"I said the surname is An. If you want to leave, you can go quickly. You will come back after you leave. Why, come back and collect the body for me?"

"It's not my turn to collect your body. Xu Weiqiang, is it enough for me to block this shot?"

Xu Weiqiang roared angrily: "What are you paying back! Did I ask you to pay it back? Even if you pay it back, you have spent enough money on me in the past few years. Listen carefully, An Jing, you don't owe me anything." I protect you because of my willingness, Xu Weiqiang, and because of my loyalty to my brothers."

He helped An Jing get into the car, and suddenly a figure rushed towards the car from not far away, and was stopped by brothers from the gang with guns.

"Who? Get out if you don't want to die!"

"Master Qiang, I am Hongying!"

she didn't leave?

An Jing said helplessly: "Let her come over, hurry up."

In front of the car door, Hongying looked at An Jing who was covered in blood, and stared blankly with her eyes wide open.

An Jing frowned: "It's just a shot in the shoulder, you can't die. But if you don't get in the car, we may not be able to leave."

Hongying held back her tears and got into the car.

An Jing said again: "Master Qiang, let's go separately. You leave one person for me to drive, and take the rest away."

"Okay. Hongying, Master Jing will leave it to you. I hope you are a smart person." Xu Weiqiang nodded, agreeing with An Jing's statement.The other party wanted to chase after him, and the main target of the pursuit was also himself.

……

It was Bo Yang who stayed behind to drive, and asked, "Master Jing, where are you going?"

"I can't settle down, I can't do a hotel..."

Hongying heard anxiously: "Not here, not there, you have to die!"

The dignified "Mirror Master" was yelled at again.

An Jing said to Bo Yang: "Bo Yang, go to an unremarkable clinic first when you leave the concession, you still have to die."

Most of Hongying's face was covered by the black veil, An Jing naturally couldn't see her expression, and asked her, "Didn't I tell you to go home? Why didn't you go?"

"If you let me go, I will go? You are not mine, why should I listen to you? Well, stop talking, save your strength and think about the next countermeasure. I will help you heal the wound. on."

Hongying calmed down her emotions, and sat next to An Jing: "I'm not afraid of blood, and I'm not afraid of getting my clothes dirty. I'm afraid that something will happen to you."

An Jing is used to it: "It doesn't matter if I have three ups and two downs, An Shi, and An Xi is here."

"Ten An Xi's may not be better than one An Jing." Hongying wrapped her left hand around An Jing's shoulder, and held a handkerchief in her right hand to press the gunshot wound on her left shoulder.

"Is my brother so bad in your eyes?"

"It's not that he's bad, it's that you are too good. Master Jing, don't you know how good you are?"

"I know now."

An Jing has heard many, many compliments from people from all walks of life.But hearing the simplest "excellence" from Hongying's mouth today made her overjoyed.

She let Hongying hug her very "obediently", and the unique fragrance emanating from Hongying's body made her forget the pain of the wound.

Relying on this little girl who was ten years younger than herself, she experienced unprecedented peace of mind.

"I'll rest for a while, find a place and call me."

"Ah."

Hongying adjusted her sitting posture, straightened her back as much as possible, and got closer to An Jing, so that she could rest her head comfortably on her shoulders.

……

The female nurses in the clinic have already left work, and there is only one male doctor who is over [-] years old.

10 minutes later, the old gentleman also closed.

Gunshot wounds are not uncommon.

After receiving local anesthesia, the process of taking out the bullet went smoothly, and then Yu Yinxia volunteered: "Let me take care of the steps of bandaging and applying the medicine. Please explain to the doctor in detail."

Looking at the wound, Yu Yinxia took several deep breaths before daring to reach out to touch it.She couldn't imagine how painful such a hole would be.

Master Jing, does it hurt?

She wanted to ask, but couldn't ask.

……

The wound was treated in the clinic, and the old man was given a considerable amount of money as a hush money.

An Jing called home and said that she was out on errands and would be back in two days.

Hongying understood her concerns, and resolved her worries: "If Master Jing believes in me, there is a place to go."

An Jing said, "Let me show you the way."

……

Arriving at the destination that Hongying mentioned, An Jing said to Bo Yang: "Thanks for your hard work. I have nothing to do here. You can go back to the Killing Gang and follow Master Qiang's arrangement."

Bo Yang is a sensible person: "Master Jing, take care. I'll drive the car away. I'll clean it up and return it to the Anjia."

The dilapidated old town, the ground, houses, and trees are full of age, and there are marks of the years that the city has gone through.

The low-slung bungalows are much worse than the new urban area where An Jing is located, and much better than the shanty towns in the slums.

Hongying supported An Jing and walked into the deep alley.

An Jing asked, "Where is this?"

She couldn't associate the rich lady who was born in a wealthy family with such a dilapidated place.In her heart, this gentle and virtuous girl should have enough food and clothing, be happy and carefree...

However, this girl is not the real Miss Qianjin.

A real daughter will not be slapped by her parents, will not be reduced to singing in the dance hall, and will not appear in the old city late at night.

"my home."

"Your home? Isn't your home in..." Concession?

"That's not my house."

In front of the dilapidated private house, Hongying raised her hand and knocked on the faded wooden door: "Aunt Hong, it's me, open the door."

An Jing remained calm, Hongying said to herself: "He declared to the outside world that my mother was dead and gave him a short title as a concubine. He didn't want to be found out. He used to hang out with low-level singers."

The woman who opened the door was still charming, but said nothing.

"Aunt Hong, get some more hot water. Call me when it's done." Hongying took An Jing into a small and dark room, "This place is shabby, I've wronged Master Jing."

An Jing sat down on the rattan chair, and some childhood memories emerged: "When I was very young, I also lived in a dark and damp house."

She was adopted by the An family when she was ten years old.

Before she was ten years old, she lived in the old city and never met her father. According to her mother, she once had a brother who was sold by her father who was two years older than her.

Her mother died of illness when she was eight years old, and she was alone, working as a child laborer with other children who had no father or mother.

The days were tough, but I finally lived to the turning point of fate.

By chance, she rescued two-year-old Anxi from a mad dog outside Anjia's factory. An's parents and An's mother were very grateful to her.

At that time, Anjia was in the initial stage of its business, and there were not many workers. From time to time, child labor would be recruited to do odd jobs.

Over time, An's father took a fancy to her quality of being faithful in her word, and An's mother took a fancy to her rapport with Anxi.

One more mouth to eat, Anjia can afford it.

Before waiting for An Jing's next words, Hongying didn't ask any questions, turned her back to her, and took off the veil in front of the dressing table, and also tore off the thing pasted on her face to camouflage the scars.

Then I rummaged through the cabinet and found the largest set of cotton clothes and trousers: "Your clothes and trousers are full of blood. I will wash them for you when you change them later. After drying, you can mend them before wearing them."

Hongying sat by the bed, facing An Jing, "Master Jing, do you have anything to say?"

"Thank you."

Yu Yinxia is Hongying, An Jing thought of it on the day of Yu Zhengqing's birthday banquet.

Everyone has unspeakable secrets, or unbearable pasts, and she has her own, and she pushes herself and others.

Secrets are not meant to be revealed.Scars are not meant to be torn.To her, it doesn't matter whether Yu Yinxia lives in the villa area or the old town.

What matters is Yu Yinxia.

"If you don't ask, then I'll tell it myself." Yu Yinxia said slowly.

"Before Yu Zhengqing became rich, he met my mother. My mother loved him, so she gave him all the money she earned from singing to start a business. The plot behind it is very old-fashioned. Marry a wealthy daughter. However, the main house only gave birth to a daughter for many years, and the man found the singing girl again, and coaxed and tricked him to give birth to a child. Unfortunately, the singing girl gave birth to a daughter. What the man wants is a son who continues the incense, So he abandoned the singing girl again. After more than ten years of indifference, he accidentally discovered that the youngest daughter was slim and handsome, and she was a good material for Israeli businessmen, so he made a deal with the singing girl. Promised that the youngest daughter would recognize her ancestors and return to her family. To live the life of a so-called rich family, the condition is that the singing girl must become dumb and not leave the old city. Otherwise, he will make life worse for his little daughter..."

An Jing really wanted to hug Yu Yinxia, ​​but she was afraid that she would mistake him for sympathy, pity...

She couldn't empathize with Yu Yinxia's tragic life experience.Although she is the adopted daughter of the An family, her adoptive parents treated her as their own when they were still alive, and never treated her badly.

An Xi has no intention of going into business, so Father An defies all opinions and cultivates the talented and intelligent An Jing to become the leader of An's Tobacco Company.

Compared to Yu Yinxia's dependents, she is simply too lucky.

"Your mother, what's your name?"

"If Master Jing doesn't mind, just call me Aunt Hong."

It turned out that Aunt Hong just now was her mother.An Jing's heart was torn, but she couldn't find the right words to comfort her.

……

"Dong dong."

Aunt Hong prepared hot water and came to knock on the door. Yu Yinxia took An Jing and walked out with a cotton coat and trousers.

Walking into a darker and narrower space, a wooden barrel that can accommodate one person is filled with steaming warm water.

Yu Yinxia tested the temperature of the water: "The temperature is right, Mr. Jing wipes his body. I put the clothes on the shelf, call me after you wash them."

An Jing was moved by her thoughtfulness, she held her left arm with her right hand and pretended to be weak, leaning against the wooden barrel and said weakly, "I'm so injured, do you think I still have the strength to scrub my body?"