Hidden Assassin

Staying in the room all morning, Mike came once, and left soon after, vaguely aware of the closeness between Jiaming and Yahan, although it is impossible to think that these two people will be a couple, most likely can feel the atmosphere The sudden feeling of being alone.

When Mike came, he ran into the bathroom and changed into conservative winter clothes. He lay down on the bed and continued to read after the black youth who had failed to realize his infatuation left. At noon, he got up energetically. After all, Yahan It wasn't an illness either, and his physical fitness was probably better than ordinary people's. After resting for half a day, he recovered.

"Have lunch at noon, are you going to see Mike and the others fight in the afternoon?" Yahan asked while she was simply dressing up in front of the mirror.

"Well, at least he gave us a ride and helped us so much, besides, I think he's interested in you...Poor man, I can't bear not to cheer you up..."

"Cut..." Yahan rolled his eyes at him, "You'll make sarcastic remarks, he lives in a democratic and free country, he's just a nice person."

"Well, he's a nice guy, I see..."

"Hehe, I'm too lazy to talk to you..." When she was friendly with Lingjing and Shasha before, Jia Ming would often teach others the skills of giving good person cards with ill intentions, so now he naturally knows the joke in Jia Ming's words. After roughly dressing up, the two went downstairs while talking, and walked out of the hotel after lunch. The snow had completely stopped, and the sky had a cool and clear atmosphere. The roads, roofs, and trees were all covered with snow.

"The snow has stopped, and it seems that planes will resume traffic soon, which should not affect our return home after Christmas."

"I don't know how my little mother is doing now."

"She's fine. I called to ask about it this morning. Except for being a little bit grumpy. There's nothing serious about it... Hehe, your little mom is quite interesting."

"Interesting? That's right, a person in his thirties has a temper like a child..."

"Aren't you the same?"

"...Ignore you...Actually, my little mother was very taciturn when she first got married, but after we got to know each other well, she became a bitch. I really miss my little mother at that time..."

"When you walk around with hiccups?"

"OK."

"Didn't your father know her character when he married her?"

"Dad knows it, but I don't know, and the two of them didn't get married because of love or something. Mom is in awe of Dad, of course she doesn't dare to fuck in front of Dad...Speaking of it small Mom was not considered a rich person before she married here. She probably married suddenly and felt that she had to be serious about everything in order for people to take her seriously. To have a child, it is best for a boy to inherit the family's things, but my father refused."

"how?"

"That's the problem between him and my biological mother. My father and my mother are married. My grandfather also has a good business in Beijing. I don't know how they talked about it. My grandfather asked that if my parents have The child must be given priority to let this child inherit the Zhang family. Originally, it could only be regarded as a verbal agreement, but for some reason, the father went to tie the knot..." She raised her head, "Well, thinking about it this way, will there be a relationship between them? It’s actually very emotional…”

"Who knows about adults, you were young back then."

"But in my impression, the two of them are not too close. My mother always takes me at home alone." Yahan took a breath, "Their first child. It's me, Because it is a girl, I planned to have another one. I heard that my mother was pregnant again, but she accidentally miscarried, and she never got pregnant again. Because of this, I was trained as a leader for several years when I was young. Ma died not long after, and I got hiccups again, and I didn't like Dad at the time, I hated everything about him, so he didn't let me be taught those things anymore. But then I listened to Said, after my mother was buried, he went to have a sterilization..."

Talking one after another, white flakes of snowflakes fell from the trees on the side of the road from time to time, if the vibration was bigger. There was a large pile of snow falling down, and Jiaming picked up a little snow and put it in his mouth: "You can ask a doctor to remove it, and then you can give birth again."

"Yeah, but Dad didn't mean to explain it. I would rather believe that he is more serious and old-fashioned, and he will do what he promised. In fact, I hope that my little mother can give birth to a boy for Dad. I have thought about it several times. Dad said, but our relationship has been relatively stiff these years, now that I think about it, it's mostly because of me."

Jia Ming glanced at her, raised his eyebrows strangely: "Why do you suddenly want to reflect on yourself?"

Yahan smiled: "I'm happy, it's easy to think of those things, what was wrong and what I did wrong before, I really want to change everything, in fact, I was a little too proud before, and I didn't have a good relationship with many people, yes Some family members also have the same attitude towards work, in fact, they hate them for thinking about their father's status, and they have been angry with him for so many years..." She waved her fist, "Today is the day for Zhang Yahan to start a new life On the first day, if you want to be a good mistress, of course you have to learn to soften your temper and be more considerate..."

"I'm guilty of always talking about mistresses... Do you want to send you an advanced worker in the future..."

"Yes, yes, you are so guilty..."

Although he talked about mistresses and other topics in his mouth, the smile on Yahan's face was real, as if returning to the time before the estrangement occurred last time, the two people, one big and one small, were always arguing habitually , but now Jiaming's height is on par with Yahan's. Although he still looks childish as a boy, he will be able to surpass Yahan in the near future. Of course, the two of them at that time might still not be able to put together a standard couple. For them, in fact, the kind of unscrupulous feelings like siblings or close friends accounted for more.

Going all the way, and soon after leaving the town, you can see the abandoned factory building covered in snow in the distance. Mike's heads-up will not be held until after three o'clock in the afternoon, but there is nothing to do anyway, so the two of them Decided to go there and wait. Before getting close, the sound of heavy metal music full of rhythm came from afar.

"What an indescribably subtle taste...

With a beep, the two walked forward. I saw a few men and women standing at the door of the factory building, talking, they seemed to be young people from the town - of course, in fact, it was not a door, the whole side of the factory building was open, and the inside was a rectangular shape. The space below is empty, and the corridor on the second floor can also go up. It looks like an indoor basketball court. The tiled roof has been broken in a few places, but they are all in small and inconspicuous places. In addition to more than a dozen men and women, there are old speakers, motorcycles, TV sets, tables and chairs, several burning fire plates and a lot of messy things in the whole venue. There are two boxing sandbags hanging next to them, and two people are trying They were exercising, one was a heroic woman with a yellow cloth around her head, and the other was the black Gamoore who challenged Mike yesterday. He looked stout, probably half a head taller than Mike, and was pounding the sandbags. .

There were also two middle-aged men in their forties who appeared to be in good health. They should be veterans, and one of them was standing on a sandbag, watching Jia Moore's exercise.

The music was loud. It seemed that this was a private gathering place for the young people in the small town, and it was also completely open to the outside world. Because when Jia Ming and Ya Hanchao nodded their heads, they also nodded in a friendly manner and had no intention of blocking it. The two looked at the interior of the abandoned factory building. Then moved a chair to a fire to warm hands. However, as foreigners, the two are always more eye-catching. After a while, the black Gamol stopped practicing boxing and walked over with a smile.

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"Hi. Hello, friends." He smiled and stretched out his hand to the two of them. Naturally, the two stood up and shook hands. This person's attitude was friendly, and it didn't seem like he was pretending at this time, "Don't I care, there are some things between me and Mike, but it's nothing. It's just a routine to fight when something happens here. After the fight, we will forget about it. What do you two think about this side? ?”

"Oh, that's alright……"

The two sides chatted for a while, and the woman in the turban stopped practicing boxing and came over, and then two more people came, and Jiaming probably understood that most of these people came for Yahan, of course, everyone has a heart for beauty In short, this is not a big deal, the woman wearing the turban should be Jia Moore's girlfriend, named Shirley, and there seems to be a three-point comparison with Yahan, women are like this when they are together, naturally it is not a big deal . This woman's body is very strong, and her punches are quite powerful. If she fights, Shasha, Lingjing, and Yahan probably won't be her opponents.

These days, if Americans are not really interested in understanding China, they will actually have quite a misunderstanding of this eastern country. However, it is naturally impossible to ask in front of beautiful women, "Do you still use straw ropes to clean the toilet in your country? " and other derogatory questions, and in the eyes of this group of Yankees, the most legendary art in China is undoubtedly Kung Fu. After a while, the topic changed to this aspect. When someone jokingly asked Yahan if he would, Yahan blinked and pointed at Jiaming.

"I don't know it, but my brother has learned it."

Jia Ming innocently stared at Ya Han who was pursing his lips and smiling. At this moment, Jia Moore and the others had already made a fuss to let Jia Ming perform. You are more than that. A group of people were also curious about the so-called Chinese Kung Fu. The woman named Shirley smiled and said that she was just performing it. Seeing that Jia Ming was still a teenager, she expressed interest in practicing against him.

"Don't worry, don't be shy, we won't hurt you, come on, perform a..."

As several people booed, Jia Ming stood up helplessly, wanting to pinch Yahan secretly, but Yahan had already jumped aside with a smile. Seeing that he seemed to be loosening up, more than a dozen people from far and near all gathered here with smiles. Naturally, they didn't think that Jia Ming had any advanced Chinese Kung Fu skills, and most of them watched in the mood of joining in the fun. The two veterans also seemed to be quite interested in "Chinese Kung Fu".

"Uh, okay, since we must come." Jia Ming glanced at the people around him, "Then I'll show you a trick, are you sure you really want to come?"

After Jia Ming took a deep look, Xue Li felt a little guilty, and then smiled and nodded: "Of course."

"Okay, ready to start, please...well, wait a minute..."

As Jiaming said, he stood among the crowd and made a posture of standing at attention. After about a few seconds, with an exaggerated deep breath, he clenched his left fist tightly, stretched it out slowly and solemnly, and then , looking seriously at the woman in front: "Are you ready?"

"Well, I'm ready." Because Jiaming's expression was too serious, Shirley couldn't help raising her voice with a serious expression.

"Okay, then... please hold my hand." Jia Ming clenched his left fist and nodded.

"Well?"

"Please hold my hand."

"oh."

The woman nodded, stretched out a hand, and held Jia Ming's left arm: "Is it here?"

"Whatever you want, as long as you think you've caught it, are you sure you've caught it?"

"Sure."

"Are you sure?"

"real."

"I think it's better for you to use two hands. It's okay. It's okay to use two hands. The important thing is that you hold on tightly."

As Jiaming spoke solemnly, the atmosphere of the scene seemed to become a little tense. After confirming over and over again, it looked like a magic stage. Everyone held their breath, waiting for what stunt Jiaming could use to make themselves hands out of control.

"Okay, since you're sure you've got it right, get ready, one, two, three, be careful!"

At that moment, Shirley tightly grasped Jia Ming's left hand, and then, Jia Ming waved his hand, and a chestnut sounded on her forehead. Because it was winter, the chestnut sound was particularly crisp.

The crowd was stunned by this shock, Shirley's hands were still tightly grasping Jia Ming's motionless left arm, and it took a long while before she raised her head stupidly, Jia Ming grabbed her hair with her right hand, blinked her eyes, and She looked at each other innocently...