Hidden Assassin

She slept at home for the first time in several years. Seeing the familiar furnishings, she felt a little uncomfortable for a while. On the small bookshelf were the romance novels and comic books she used to like to read, and on the wall were stickers she had admired before. Posters of celebrities, there are photos of childhood under the glass on the desk, some bright and some rusty. When you open the drawer, you will find stickers from old mobile phones, various small jewelry, a beautiful old pen holder, a bald writing brush, and colorful rubber bands. , music tapes, small plastic boxes one by one, containing lighters, stone or wooden seals, small bells, large and small dice, in short, all kinds of beautiful-looking small objects, trivial, and so on. .

My parents would come over every few days to clean and remove the dust, and the room would look as tidy as ever. It's just that time has finally left a faded mark on these things, or maybe it comes from her mood... She can remember why she collected these things, but the likes she had at the time always feel so far away when she thinks about them now.

Turning on the light, opening drawers and boxes one by one, opening books and stamp albums, these memories were always with her and lingered with her. Sitting there, she always felt that she could see three children walking around, chasing and playing. In the summer, the electric fan was blowing, lying on the bed reading comics and novels, kicking each other from time to time, and then fighting. In the winter, the three of them were wrapped in quilts and played poker, with songs playing on the tape recorder. There were candies and melon seeds next to them, and the girl who looked the quietest always protested when the other two dropped the melon seed shells on the bed...

She sat looking at the room. The sound of TV dramas and the occasional voices of parents came from the living room. The large box brought back from Vienna was placed in the corner of the house, like a symbolic object that separated the ages. That evening. Moonlight streamed in through the window lattice, and she couldn't sleep.

When I went to the living room to drink water, the door of the master bedroom also opened. My mother walked out and raised a finger to her lips. It was two o'clock in the morning: "Are you still awake?"

"It's probably because of the time difference."

"He's actually taller than me."

"I'll be taller than you when I leave, okay?"

"She still looked like a girl at that time."

Lingjing smiled and watched her close the door, and then the mother and daughter sat down on the sofa in the living room. Speaking softly: "Tell me about what happened in Vienna in the past few years."

"There's not much to talk about. I practice piano, read books, go shopping occasionally, sit by the Danube River, run in the morning, and practice martial arts." She laughed, "I haven't fallen behind in any of the boxing techniques my father taught me. .”

"Nothing special?"

"That's performing in the theater. Three days a week, they give me a solo opportunity. A few minutes of performance... It's not actually a big theater, it's more private, and acquaintances often come over. Well, by the way, I played guitar by the river, and I went for a walk there at night. I put the box on the ground, and a person sat on a chair and sang, while someone threw money into the box. The Danube River is very beautiful..."

"Make a lot of money?"

"Quite a bit. It's enough for a good meal. The people there are very enthusiastic about music. In fact, my voice is not very good, but the songs are good. These songs... used to... uh..." She After a pause, these songs were written by Jiaming before, and they were sung by the concept band for nearly a year...

"That teacher Julian who was at the airport today took care of you so much, why didn't you invite him to come with you?" Seeing that her daughter was unwilling to continue talking in this direction, Duan Jingxian quietly changed the topic.

"He has something to do today. The person picking him up is someone from the entertainment company who has arranged the hotel. It's such a rush today. Our family didn't prepare a grand ceremony. You and dad will definitely be busy again by then."

"You still dare to quibble. If you hadn't mentioned it in the previous phone call, how could it appear to be hasty? You said on the phone before that the teacher has such a high status and actually helps you arrange so many things. It's really nice to you. Great, tomorrow... no, today I invite him over for a meal, and our family will thank him."

"OK, all right."

They chatted about various trivial matters for dozens of minutes, and both mother and daughter deliberately avoided the most sensitive topics. After breakfast the next morning, Lingjing went to the hotel to say hello to Julian and others: "In the evening, go to my house for a meal. My parents have always wanted to formally thank the teacher for your kindness to me. Take care of me these past few years.”

"When you meet a good student, it's your job... won't it be too troublesome?"

"No, then it's settled. I'll pick you up in the afternoon."

The entertainment companies on both sides have connections, and Julian also has strong connections in China, but after all, it is impossible to perform immediately when he comes back. Lingjing has a holiday, and the others have to be busy first. After Lingjing left, her friend Debi who followed Julian said: "It's still the same. If I really regarded you as a close person, I should have invited you last night. She always showed this inadvertently. This kind of personality, which makes people refuse to be heard from thousands of miles away, is spread throughout the music conservatory. ^^. - 子- ^^”

"That's the kind of personality that's charming, isn't it?" Julian laughed.

"You bastard man..." Debi shook his head and patted his shoulder, "You've got your hands full."

After leaving the hotel, Lingjing stood on the side of the road feeling confused, not knowing where to go. In the past four years, many things in Jiang Hai have not changed much in her memory. But when she just came back, the people around her always felt strange. She walked along the roadside and bought a newspaper to hold. In fact, buying a newspaper and reading about such things is a very strange experience. I never paid attention to these things when I lived here before.

In fact, there are all the places I have thought about going to before, but when it comes time to actually set off, I suddenly become hesitant and scared. I wonder what I will see and what I will accept. Some pictures have been repeated over and over in my mind. I imagined it for four years. She was not willing to accept results beyond her imagination, and she was not even willing to think about other results at that time, but at this point. This feeling of worry about gain and loss was like a sudden wave coming over her. After walking around the streets for a long time, she got on the bus and headed to the original headquarters of the Shazhu Gang.

The door was closed, and there seemed to be no one at all. At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly. Lingjing stood at the door and rang the doorbell for a long time. There was no movement in the familiar big house. Her shoulders slumped. I felt a little lost and a little relaxed. "Maybe they have changed places..." Thinking like this, she turned back and headed to the other side of the river. Sacred Heart Academy. .

Everything is as before. It was during the summer vacation, and the school gate was closed. Only the gilded signboard in the big square had been renovated, and the flowers on the square had also changed to a new pattern. It was almost noon, and some students who were taking tutoring classes during the summer vacation came from the small door next to it. Filed out. Flock to the shops on the side of the square. Originally, Sacred Heart College did not offer such tutoring when they went to school. It is estimated that the pressure to enter higher education has become even greater in recent years.

After walking around the familiar road, a vegetable market that seemed to have been expanded appeared in front of us. The ceiling was replaced with a new one, and the stalls inside became tidier. At this time, there were not many vendors in the vegetable market. She was carrying her handbag. She stood on the side of the road for a while. The vegetable market was not far from home and she used to come here often. It's just that the vendors who were once familiar are no longer seen, or they are no longer recognized. A newly built store next door was selling cold cakes that she used to like. She bought some and held them in her hands.

The house on one side of the road has been newly renovated. Now it was an unfamiliar lime-white color. When she turned the corner of the road, the most familiar road appeared in front of her. There were old and new houses on the roadside. In the distance, the video game room came into view, with new hangings. Door curtain.

The sun was shining brightly, and she walked over. Difficulty moving. Finally, he stopped at the door of the game room and looked at the scene in the game room. It was noon, and the business was not very good. The tall and thin boss was sitting behind the table selling game coins and engrossed in his meal. He was no longer the same person. He saw a beautiful woman standing at the door, looking inside, and typing inside. Several people on the plane looked over. Lingjing stood for a while, turned around and walked away, her high heels making a clicking sound on the steps that were paved with new tiles.

A new house has been built next to it, and the facade on the first floor is obviously Jiawang. The stairs on the side of the game room were covered with moss. Lingjing stood there, her eyes red, thinking of a poem she had learned: The white rabbit walked here and there, the clothes were not as good as new, and the people were not as good as before.

Suddenly, I discovered that everyone had left, things had changed and people had changed...

"Miss, do you want help?" A handsome young man walked out of the game room and asked in a nonchalant manner. Lingjing looked at him for a few seconds, then turned and walked up the stairs, her voice a little hoarse.

"I go home……"

"You live here? No one lives up here..."

The young man watched her go up the stairs. When he found the key from his handbag and stretched it out, the key chain fell to the ground. The woman squatted on the ground for a while, and finally stood up again and reached out to open the door.

There was a creaking sound, and she stood at the door for a few seconds before walking in.

After returning home at four o'clock in the afternoon, Lingjing's spirit was a little dazed. Julian and others came with her. Some of these people knew Chinese, but most still didn't. It was quite difficult to communicate. However, seeing that the Ye family owns a martial arts gym, they each found their favorite sports outside, playing sandbags, doing fitness, and competing in the ring. Lingjing and her mother were washing and choosing vegetables in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Later he broke a bowl and was kicked out by his mother.

In fact, before coming back, I probably thought that I would not be able to find Jiaming when I went to the Sacred Heart. However, looking at the moss on the stairs, I still couldn't help but feel sad. I pushed the door and went in. Everything in the room was covered. The chairs, coffee table, bed, wardrobe, TV, etc. were all covered with white cloth. The dust accumulated on those white cloths showed that no one had lived here for a long time.

She opened up the white cloths, and everything was still in order, as it was when she left, without much change. The garbage was taken out, the dishes and chopsticks were washed cleanly and stacked in the kitchen cabinet, and the quilts were Folded on the bed, it was still the same bed she had left. Jun$zi$tang$first$fa$ only looks like it has been cleaned. The only big change is that the contents of the refrigerator have been wiped out. It can be seen that Jiaming left after cleaning everything.

She sat blankly on the sofa for two hours, turned on the TV and watched the rustling snowflakes inside. She didn't know what kind of mood she felt, disappointed or lost. This mood seems to still remain. No matter how many people are around her, she seems to be in an empty room, with light shining in from the window. Dust was floating in the air, and it was as quiet as the end of the world.

She was not in a high mood, and Julian and others could also tell that there were not many people who came to disturb her. During dinner, these people did not encourage Lingjing to drink and tell stories about Vienna. Zhu Li An talked enthusiastically with Ye's father and Ye's mother, and Lingjing occasionally acted as a translator. After dinner, the mother and daughter cleared the table, and then Lingjing joked a little in the living room and said sorry. He entered the bedroom and sat down. Not long after, Julian also appeared at the door with a warm smile.

"Isn't it hard to feel that things have changed since you haven't been back for four years?"

"Sorry." Lingjing forced a smile, "I'm...not in a good state today."

"I understand, I don't have to tell you, but... I just want to tell you that many people are caring about you. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time. I have always been good at listening."

"Thanks."

After two sentences, he conveyed his concern. He didn't bother much and turned around to leave. After a while, my mother, who had finished washing the dishes, walked in and sat down by the bed. She looked at her for a long time and then asked, "What's wrong? Where did you go today?"

"Mom..." Looking at her mother who was looking at her with a smile, Lingjing frowned after a moment. Finally took a deep breath. "Jia Ming and Sha Sha...how are they doing now?"

Duan Jingxian's eyes trembled, then turned into a touch of tenderness and pity. He reached out and stroked his daughter's cheek: "I knew you would ask, but... you really don't know..."

"What... happened to them?"

"Wait a minute, I'll show you something."

Duan Jingxian left the room, and after a while, she came in with some documents and the like. First, she handed her the newspaper above to read, and took a deep breath: "Four years have passed. I still remember that day when you came back from traveling. You called me and your dad earlier to tell me that we had decided to go to Vienna, so we spent the whole day preparing things for you to go abroad. We didn’t know some things. It took two days before anyone mentioned it to us, Shasha, she ...Someone framed her, and the gang that your Uncle Liu left behind was arrested by the police. Your father and I also found some connections to inquire about this matter, but since that day, we have not seen her again..." .

Almost the moment she saw the content of the newspaper, Lingjing opened her mouth and felt something cold rushing out from the depths of her bones. "High school girls are actually the biggest drug lords in the world." This is the message on the front page of the newspaper. , there are photos of Shasha there, I don’t know where they were secretly taken, the picture is very distorted. She looked at the date in the newspaper, August 5, 2018. She came back from Guilin that afternoon four years ago, full of heartache and self-pity. She didn't know anything and just wanted to use the fastest speed. After leaving this city, I didn’t even think of contacting my best friend.

"Shasha is fine. We know she should have gone abroad. We originally thought she would contact you, but it seems she has not. That child... Jiaming helped her escape. As for Jiaming..." The moment the name was mentioned... , Duan Jingxian's eyes suddenly became moist, and were slightly red. Looking at her mother's expression, Lingjing felt a bad shudder in her heart. She spoke hoarsely and did not dare to move: "What's wrong with him?" ?” The whole sentence was out of tune like a distorted tape.

"Lingjing... you have to promise me first that you won't do stupid things again..."

Night has fallen, and the sound of the TV and the laughter of Julian and others can be heard in the distance in the living room. The light is warm yellow, and under the eaves outside the window, the bell is gently ringing in the small bedroom. , she seemed to be able to see a door leading to yesterday, slowly opening in front of her eyes... At the same time, Hong Kong.

Above the street, as if the neon signs were flashing all over the sky, an eighty-percent-new BMW sedan passed through the streets with crowded traffic. The roadside is full of people.

Ding Xiong and Mu Qingqing, the stupid man selling sugar and roasted chestnuts, were sitting in the back seat of the car. The person driving in front was a police officer from the serious crime team, surnamed Zheng, nicknamed Little Fatty. In the passenger seat was a girl in fashionable clothes and thick smoky makeup. It was said that she was Officer Zheng’s girlfriend. Usually she is called Mo Mo. The five of them had already had dinner outside and drove to the hotel where Mu Qingqing and the other three were staying.

This police officer Zheng is not actually fat. It's just that he was born with a baby face, so he got such a friendly nickname. The leader of his team is named Mucha, and his style and behavior are relatively stiff. This time, in order to prevent the two police officers from the mainland from intervening in the case, he specially A police officer was arranged as a receptionist, and Xiaopang, who always got along well with strangers, naturally became the best candidate. He accompanied the three of them everywhere to play in the past few days. Because they got to know each other well, he also invited his girlfriend this afternoon. Also shouted out. We went shopping together in Mong Kok, and everyone was happy.

In the morning, Mu Qingqing dragged the man next to him alive to see a doctor. It was said to be a pretty good brain hospital. Who knew that after a short examination, the results were similar to Yu Jiang's? The doctor looked at the scan and saw After waiting for a long time, he said with some uncertainty that he had never seen such a situation before, and then prescribed a lot of treatment plans, long-term hospitalization for observation, and various examination methods including brain tissue slices. Mu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and she was a little embarrassed.

When I brought the other party to Hong Kong, I actually didn't plan for long-term treatment. What about the passport? ID card, all the documents are fake. In addition, she will return to Jianghai soon. She wants to stay here for a long time. Naturally, it is impossible to talk about it. However, she herself is not ready to deal with such a difficult condition. Buy Mark Six Lottery I have never been hit by it before. How could I randomly bring someone to the hospital and encounter such a rare case? So all afternoon. She was thinking about this.

To be honest, bringing the other party to Hong Kong was considered an impulse. Because I was very excited when I found out about going back to Jianghai, I thought that even if it was for the porridge he cooked, I should go out of my way to protect my friends. But if things were really difficult to a certain extent, should I go out of my way to help strangers? People really take full responsibility, but she hasn't thought clearly about it yet.

After all, he only has occasional headaches now. If his condition really worsens, God knows what troubles he will have in the future. If he becomes paralyzed in bed and becomes a vegetative state. If he becomes paralyzed, he is not married yet. For the sake of being a fool, there is no need to learn from Lei Feng. To this extent.

What's the responsibility...

It can be said that they have been living together for half a year, and occasionally she will have some messy emotions. If this person is her husband, she feels that maybe it is not too bad. Leaving aside the fact that the other party has mental problems, as a cohabitant, he is not very noisy, has a regular life, is strong, is not lazy, is good at cooking, and has absolutely no possibility of cheating. Thinking about it, he is quite suitable for his requirements for finding a partner. . She is considered an older young woman. Every time she thinks of such things, she shakes her head and laughs, scolding herself for being a nymphomaniac and a glutton for food. But now that she thinks about it, if he is her husband, she has the responsibility to cure him. He, and if he wants to take this responsibility, he will definitely not want to go on a blind date again.

This question sounds ridiculous when I think about it, but when it is put in front of me, it is indeed quite serious. The problem is that it is impossible for her to take such responsibility for a strange man now, but it is really difficult to let him go for a while. After being together for half a year, if the other person was a normal person, she would basically not have any burden, but the problem is that he is a patient... He is really trapped in a cocoon...

In such a mood, the chubby boy in front of him answered a phone call. It seemed that it was from his uncle. He then searched around in the glove box in front of the car and pulled out a stack of documents. After a moment, he said to the people behind him. : "Let's go to a hotel first and give something to my uncle. It just happened to be on the way." Of course, the others had no objections.

Mo Mo next to him said a few words to him, and then turned back with a poster: "Hey, Sister Qing, are you interested in Fang Yusi's concert tour at the Coliseum?" This girl was quite talkative with her. De Lai is also a member of the police force, but she works on computers. She calls herself a rotten girl. Although Xiaopang said that they are boyfriend and girlfriend, judging from their relationship, it is still Xiaopang who is pursuing her, and the relationship has not yet been determined. , Mu Qingqing smiled: "I heard it too, the next stop is Jianghai?"

"Yeah, yeah, you guys are good. You can listen to it twice in a row. I am so obsessed with her." She rubbed the poster on her face. With an intoxicated look on his face, he said, "Sister Qing, let's go see it together tomorrow."

Listen to them talk about the concert. Ding Xiong also laughed: "I also like her singing very much. Don't forget me, but... didn't yesterday's news say that the venue was full and the tickets were gone long ago?"

"He has land and property. Xiaopang's uncle is a composer. I heard he has good relationships with many celebrities. He must have channels to get tickets, yes."

"That's right. It's all on me." Xiaopang smiled and shook the pile of things in his hand, "I heard that he wrote a few new songs and dropped them off the car the day before yesterday. I'm busy now. He gave me something, but it was worth five concert tickets. Maybe I could ask him to get Fang Yusi's autograph. But the quantity was quite large, so if I asked him temporarily, he probably wouldn't be able to get the best position, somewhere in the middle. "

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Mo Mo patted his shoulder: "I'll be very happy if I can go."

Xiaopang smiled and tilted his head: "Is this our official date?"

"It's up to you."

"Oh yes." The little fat man shook his head, stepped on the accelerator, and the car passed the intersection ahead. Speed ​​up.

The distance to the destination was not that far. Even in the crowded traffic of a city like Hong Kong, it only took everyone more than ten minutes to reach the main entrance of the Royal Palace Hotel. From time to time, I saw luxury vehicles coming, reporters taking pictures, and rich and famous people getting off the car. From time to time, I could also see some big and small celebrities, who looked like they were having a banquet. Xiaopang made a phone call, and then five We walked into the hotel lobby together and waited. Ding Xiong asked: "What's your uncle's name?"

Xiaopang smiled and said: "Zheng Zepei, I guess you have heard his name behind some songs.

"He's your uncle!" Ding Xiong and Mu Qingqing called out at the same time, "Of course I've heard of him, he's very powerful."

Say it this way. Xiaopang's round baby face smiled brighter and was about to brag when a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a black suit also walked out of a banquet hall and headed straight over.

"Have you brought your things? You forgot to bring them when you got off the car two days ago. Who knew that today we would have to... Hey, Xiao Mo, have you made any progress with this guy recently? These two are..."

"Ding Xiong and Mu Qingqing. They are police officers from the mainland. What's amazing is that Inspector Mu asked me to accompany them on the case these days. I just threw away what I was doing and ran over..."

"Hello, hello... I know you are always very busy, and you want to get someone's autographed photo... uh..."

Zheng Zepei had a cheerful personality and greeted each other. He took a few pieces of music and looked through it to see if anything was missing. Then he turned to the second page and glanced at the place between the people. He was suddenly stunned.

Not far behind the four of them, Jia Ming was sitting on the sofa, looking up at the brightly lit ceiling. Sensing the other person's gaze, Jiaming glanced at it, then continued to look at the sky and ignored it.

After swallowing a sip of saliva, Zheng Zepei glanced twice, then lowered his head, took off his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief, put them on again, glanced a few more times, and subconsciously walked over there.

"Uh, uncle?" Xiaopang asked, "He came here with Captain Mu to see a doctor. Do you know him?"

"Sick?" Zheng Zepei was stunned, "I... I'm not sure, maybe I got the wrong person..."

He said this, but his eyes were still looking straight over there. At this time, a burst of noise came from the door, and several bodyguards stopped the reporter. At this time, it was this person who came in. Fang Yusi, whose acting career has skyrocketed in the past few years, has gradually become one of the most popular singers in the music industry. She is wearing an elegant black evening dress, with her pink skin exposed on her left shoulder. She is smiling and waving to the reporters behind her. Next to her is her recently rumored boyfriend. , Tan Keqing, the son of a shipping king who is said to have a net worth of hundreds of millions.

The hall became lively for a while. The receptionist or some people who had just entered the gate came to greet them. Fang Yusi smiled and said hello one by one as they were embraced by the crowd. Mo Mo expressed his opinion in a low voice but viciously: "I guess that Tan Keqing is definitely not her boyfriend. At most, he is pursuing her."

"Why?" Xiaopang asked. "Look, Sister Yusi is wearing high heels. She looks a little taller than Tan Keqing now. Think about it, if Tan Keqing is really his boyfriend, why does Sister Yusi dress up to be taller than him? , completely unreasonable.”

Xiaopang looked at Mo Mo for a few times, and then laughed: "Then you are wearing flat shoes now, are you deliberately trying to accommodate me? I am so touched..."

"Go to hell, next time I'll wear high heels and feel inferior to you to death!"

The two were flirting, and Mu Qingqing was thinking about Jiaming and asked, "Mr. Zheng, do you really know him?"

"You are his..."

"I'm just a friend, but I don't know anything about him. He seems to have something growing in his head. He occasionally suffers severe pain. He usually doesn't speak and ignores people. If you know his family, I I want to get in touch with them..."

Zheng Zepei frowned and thought for a while, but before he could answer, Fang Yusi in the crowd seemed to see him and waved hello. He also waved quickly to signal him to come over. Fang Yusi showed a puzzled expression. Originally, it was only appropriate to have a conversation during the banquet. It was just a gesture. At this time, she was stunned. Then she said something to a few people around her and turned around. A large crowd followed her.

"Mr. Zheng, long time no see, I have..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Zepei gestured to the side. Suddenly, Fang Yusi froze there. She was almost an international star. If there was anything that could be considered a gaffe, it would be this expression.

She opened her mouth, and her face showed surprise, surprise, astonishment, and disbelief. This went on for a long time. In front of a group of people, a man wearing a white T-shirt was sitting calmly on the sofa, looking at the ceiling. There was a ridiculous Snoopy on the T-shirt.

"Gu Jiaming..."

"Something happened to him, and there seems to be something in his head now, saying that he doesn't pay attention to anyone at all..."

Fang Yusi glanced at Zheng Zepei for a few times, then walked over under the gaze of everyone, squatted in front of the man, and looked into his eyes...

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