Hidden Assassin

After replacing the burnt wires, replacing the fuse with a new one, and pulling off the electric switch, the colored lights of the entire villa turned on again. Patting a large pile of snow that fell on him from the roof, Jia Ming complained slightly when he opened the door and went in: "It should be a relaxing Christmas Eve, but I have to go out to fix the switch, you guys...wow ..."

On the opposite side, Yahan rushed over with a small pillow on the seat, Jiaming knew he was wrong, and ran away, the two chased and fought in the room, Lingjing and Shasha brought dishes, Drinks and other things were brought out, while cheering for Yahan.

"Hey! Please, I'm worried about your safety, and I haven't thought about anything else..."

"If you think about it, I don't need to beat you today, you bastard, stop for me. I will beat you a hundred times..."

"No wonder, I'd rather be an asshole than a fool..."

Just now when Jiaming and Lingjing came back, they suddenly saw that all the lights in the villa had gone out. For a moment, Jiaming thought that something serious had happened, but who knew that it was because Rusha put the wrong things in the microwave oven, which eventually caused an explosion and a fire. Short circuit. When Jiaming rushed in, Yahan fell down in the bathroom because the light suddenly went out, and opened the door recklessly, although the light was not strong, it was enough for Jiaming to see Yahan's body completely, counting The time Yahan sneaked into Zhang's villa because of the escaped marriage incident, Yahan had already shown her naked body twice in front of Jiaming. When Jiaming repaired the switch, she naturally launched a vicious pursuit.

It's really wronged to say it. When everyone comes out to mess around, they have to admit that they have done something wrong, and they have to stand up to attention when they are beaten. How can anyone be like Jia Ming, who has clearly done something wrong, but can still put on a righteous look? He looked at him naked twice, but he didn't have the slightest thought of being responsible, he refused to even be lightly beaten by a pillow, and he kept saying that he was a violent woman and a shrew. ...too hateful...

For a while, Yahan chased from downstairs to upstairs, and then came down from upstairs again. Yahan, who was running panting but didn't touch half of Jiaming's clothes, gritted his teeth and calmed down when everything on the table was set. Naturally, there was unavoidable strife at the dining table, but Yahan snatched all the dishes that Jiaming was going to pick up, and they creaked like they were eating Jiaming raw. Childishness, for Lingjing and Shasha, this kind of childishness should be the biggest reason for the friendship between the four of them.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, eating delicious dishes, drinking cola, orange juice and other beverages, chatting and laughing, Lingjing asked about "Dongfeng Po", Yahan's eyes widened: "Me? I don't know how to write songs, although I have learned the guitar for a while, but I'm far from writing songs... Ling Jing, you mean, this kid wrote a song?"

"Yeah." Lingjing nodded, and then vividly talked about the scene at the banquet. Shasha and Yahan's eyes widened. When Lingjing hummed the melody of the song slowly, Yahan came from upstairs Shang took down a guitar and threw it to Jiaming. Before the meal was finished, Jiaming put down the orange juice in his hand: "Sing here? With a guitar?"

"Yeah." Lingjing nodded of course, and Shasha also asked him to sing again, Jiaming smiled: "I'm not full yet, so you don't have to worry that I can't play the guitar..."

For a moment, the guitar version of "Dongfeng Po" sounded lightly in the room.

...

At the end of the song, there was only the sound of the series on the TV in the room, Yahan stared for a long time: "Could it be you who wrote it?"

"Certainly not." Sasha stared at him from across the table. "I've never seen him touch any of these things."

Lingjing nodded: "I must have learned it from others..."

According to Jia Ming's original personality, the more restrained his skills, the better, but since the three girls in front of him already know the identity of their killer, there is no need to hide too much things that can be entertained, after all, they are quiet in school. Both Shasha and Shasha are coveted by others, so I should be more or less glorious. Immediately rolled his eyes: "You don't believe my character too much..."

"Hehe." Rusha smiled, "Of course I don't believe in things that don't exist."

Yahan nodded, and expressed the most serious contempt for Jiaming's character: "Unless you can produce other evidence, um, you have to be targeted, responding to circumstances, situations, people, etc. , I heard that anyone who can compose can hum a piece casually, isn’t it?”

"Really?" Jia Ming pouted.

"of course."

"Okay, then it's up to you."

Hearing what he said, Yahan's face blushed slightly: "What, what should I do?"

"Yahan, you are studying in Cambridge. Well, this song is called "Farewell to Cambridge". It is dedicated to the beautiful, lovely, simple and charming Miss Zhang Yahan."

Such words of praise are what Jia Ming was used to when he played the role of a street player or wine singer, but at this moment, it made Ya Han, who was used to playing with Jia Ming, feel hot, and picked up a glass of fruit juice Covering the slightly unnatural expression, Rusha turned off the TV, and then, the light guitar sound jumped out.

"Horses trod the stone streets

In the depths of the narrow alley someone is praying

Puddle church collapses after rain

The forty degree angle of stream of consciousness

Half a stone sculpture stands in front of the library

sixpence take away a sketch

The fireplace is spitting flames all day long

The years under the kerosene lamp will not be disturbed

You are lonely in a black academic gown at Cambridge

You sing love rhymes beautifully in verse

A boat of starlight witnesses that classical embrace

That piece of aquatic plants still misses the long pole you supported..."

The song that will be sung by she will be sung ten years later from Jiaming's mouth. The three people on the opposite side all have cute expressions of exclamation. The cushion on the back of the book came over again, knocked on Jiaming's head several times in a row, and said coquettishly: "Why I was lonely in Cambridge all my life and half of my life, you are just singing nonsense."

"Hey, I just sang the lyrics casually, just rhyme, I don't care about you! You are not lonely in Cambridge, have you had many boyfriends? Why haven't you brought them back?"

"You, you." Yahan blushed with anger, "Hmph, anyway, I don't believe it, it must be a coincidence that you know such a song, and you should sing another one according to your own opinion."

"Myself." Jiaming smiled, and his fingers were already playing on the guitar, "Grey space..."

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At two o'clock in the morning, after turning the stairs to the second floor, Jia Ming opened the glass door, and the cold air rushed in. Outside is a small platform, the snow is still falling, the surroundings have fallen into silence, and the people celebrating Christmas have already fallen asleep, but the lights on the roofs and Christmas trees are still on, and the confluence is farther away In the light spot of the city, there is a festive atmosphere frozen in the snow. The sound of the guitar came softly from Yahan's room. .

Last night, I worked as a jukebox for more than two hours and shamelessly plagiarized more than a dozen popular songs from later generations. After getting tired, I stayed in Yahan's villa. Lingjing shared a bedroom with Shasha. Ming a bedroom. Lying on the bed, Jia Ming thought about something, and then walked out.

The small platform is covered with snow, and Jiaming's clothes are thin, but for him who has never stopped practicing Qigong, within an hour or two, this cold feeling will not harm him, but will help him even more. His thinking and practice.

He was reflecting on the drastic action of last night.

The simple incident of the microwave oven was regarded by him as an enemy's invasion habitually. This was an obviously overreacted reaction. Being ridiculed was second, and seeing Yahan's body was second. The point is, he still failed to adapt to the life of ordinary people. However, it is really difficult to judge whether the life that truly belongs to ordinary people is good for him.

Of course, this thought is not troublesome, and it’s not like in the comic book what happens if you can’t break through the mental barrier. It’s not a big deal, but you can’t help but think about it. Snowflakes fluttered one after another, covering a lot of my body in a short while. Not long after, Yahan seemed to have noticed him from there, looked at him on the window sill for a long time, put on a coat, went around to the platform, opened the glass door and rushed out, panicked: "You you you you... what are you doing!"

"Uh, it's okay..."

Suddenly rushing into this world of ice and snow, even though she was wearing a coat, Yahan couldn't help shivering from the cold. On the snow, her feet were still naked, and then she pulled Jiaming in without any explanation.

"Hey, it's really fine, you don't need to look like this, I have qigong, going out to sit will only be good for me, hey hey hey..."

Hastily patting off the snow on Jiaming's body, Yahan wrapped his coat around Jiaming's body, and then dragged him back to his room: "It's no wonder if it's good, you're crazy, I've never seen anyone freeze in the snow and ice." It will be beneficial. You have a bad muscle again..." Pushing Jiaming on the bed, he pulled up the quilt he made and wrapped it around his body, seeing that she seemed to want to take out the quilt from the cabinet, Jia Ming stopped her dumbfounded.

"Okay, really, it's okay, I'm not cold at all..."

"You are not allowed to open it, if you open it, I will turn my face, um... I will go down to make hot ginger soup, there is still ginger left today..."

"Hey, you're not..." Seeing that Yahan really wanted to run out to cook ginger soup, Jiaming smiled and grabbed her hand, and pulled it violently, Yahan fell unsteadily on the bed, and then the quilt was pressed down, Jia Ming held down the edge of the quilt and pressed her shoulders tightly. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled in his heart. This woman has always believed in her own ability, but her reaction now is a bit excessive.

"Let me go, do you want to catch a cold tomorrow?"

"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold..."

After struggling for a while, Yahan looked at the smiling face of Jiaming leaning over, and finally gave up the idea of ​​covering Jiaming with a quilt angrily. It's a little weird.

"Okay, I don't need a quilt, you need it... I'm afraid of you, I'll go back to my room and sleep, okay." Looking at Yahan who couldn't resist, Jiaming started to fantasize as usual: This posture is the best to kiss Now, most women can't resist it. After kissing in a lying position, they usually won't be bitten, but can progress to the next step smoothly...

Of course, this is just thinking about it. He has studied psychology, and he used to pick up girls out of certain needs when he was on a mission before. The relationship between Marilyn and Marilyn is not love, it is purely for the purpose of going to bed, and the relationship with Lingjing Shasha is due to the trend. When things like friendship and love happen to me, logical analysis will not produce any results. As for For Yahan, he didn't think about any of this at all, so he couldn't feel the ambiguity at this moment.

After climbing out of bed and taking two steps, Yahan's voice sounded: "You, you wait, I have something to tell you..."

"Well?".