My name is Xie Ning.
"Jie Yuren" is an old name in the industry. When it comes to my generation, I am the only one left.
Master broke the rule for the only time in his life before he died. He turned on all the lights in the store and stuffed an jade bracelet into my hand. It is full of green, made of Laokeng glass, and there is a crack on the bracelet, and the crack oozes dark red - the color of dried blood.
He left three words: don't sell it, don't wear it, don't leave it. When he let go of his hand, a blank pawn ticket floated down, with a crooked pencil calligraphy on the back: The bracelet contains the life of your mistress.
I have never seen the master's wife. Master has never been married in his life.
Later, I touched a piece of black sand that no one wanted in the jade market. When the palm of my hand was pressed against it, a heartbeat could be heard from deep within the stone. It's very slow and heavy, like there's a living thing trapped inside, waiting for someone to listen to it.
That night the bracelet slipped onto my wrist by itself.
Can't take it off.
There is an old saying in the antique business: jade cannot be seen under the lamp. After Master left, I realized that some stones are not for you to see. It's for you to listen to.
