The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 199 Nighthawk (Part 1)

"That's Mr. Shen. I don't know the woman next to him. It is said that they are from Kyoto. Those little girls are the younger sisters of Mingjing. That is Mrs. Jiang. The one in yellow is Tao Xingxing, a good friend of Mingjing. The old man in gray is Grandma Zhu, then Mrs. Zhu and Mr. Zhu..."

Song Yinzhang whispered to Qu Feitai that the people in the front row were basically Ding Spiegel's relatives and friends.

Qu Feitai nodded, and wrote down one by one in his heart.

Mingchen took a photo of the scene with his mobile phone, and posted it on Weibo, with the accompanying text: Must win [Come on]

The most popular topic on the Internet now is the Jiangzhou Marseille, and all major forums have placed their bets. Although Der Spiegel is well-known, her victory in horse racing is still not convincing enough.

Mingchen often hangs out on Weibo, and has a small group of fans. As soon as Weibo was posted, people recognized her as a VIP audience at the racecourse in the western suburbs of Jiangzhou, and they knelt and licked in the comment area.

Ming Chen pursed his lips, turned his head and looked at the huge auditorium behind him, these people came for the second sister, as the younger sister of the second sister, she was tolerant.

Suddenly, Ming Chen's eyes paused, and his eyes fixed on a person in the second row, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt familiar.

Turning his head away, thinking about something wrong, he turned his head and looked at the past again.

She widened her eyes in disbelief, pointed at the man and murmured, "You...you are."

Qu Feitai immediately raised his index finger to his lips, motioning for her to keep silent.

He took off his sunglasses, blinked at her, and quickly put them on again.

With a big smile on Ming Chen's face, he turned his head excitedly.

Ming gave her a clear look: "Why are you crazy?"

Ming Chen smiled and shook his head: "The heavenly secret must not be revealed."

Ming Ti snorted: "Playing tricks."

There are quite a few people watching the game today, Jiang Jinchen, Gao Chang, Gao Jia, Ye Lan, Li Qingyao, Li Jiaojiao, Sun Qingqing, Ran Tenghui, Liu Yaxin, Liu Yuerong, Peng Jie, Mrs. Shen, Mrs. Ye, Mrs. Li and Mrs. Those who know will not miss it.

"I didn't know that Ming Jing's equestrian skills were so good, it was unexpected." Sun Qingqing sighed.

Li Jiaojiao snorted: "It's not just blowing it out, she is now the goddess of the nation, and the number one lady in Jiangzhou, everyone is giving Shen Zhou face, so don't praise her."

The tone is really sour.

Gao Jia said: "The so-called Marseille is just a game of capital, and Zhu Mingjing is just a tool for being coerced by capital."

Gao Chang sneered and said, "Use a word indiscriminately after you learn it. Do you know what capital is? A tool that is still coerced by capital, you can shut up. Opening your mouth reveals your ignorance."

Gao Jia said angrily, "Gao Chang, what do you mean?"

Gao Chang said loudly: "This year's Marseille is co-organized by the Jiangzhou government and the Jockey Club. In your opinion, it may be just an ordinary sport, but it is an important means to promote Jiangzhou's economy and GDP, and even to promote Jiangzhou. The tourism industry plays a very important role, and the charity foundation jointly launched by Der Spiegel and the Jockey Club benefits the country and the people, forget it, I have explained so much to you, and you don’t understand it, so you can play the piano like a cow.”

Gao Jia curled her lips; "If Zhu Mingjing can win the championship, I will believe what you said. If she can't win, how disappointed are so many viewers who came for her today? , She is just using her celebrity effect, how she portrays herself so unsullied, in fact, she is not full of copper stench, and the online marketing of goddess characters, the money is used to invest in the army."

Jiang Jinchen glanced at Gao Jia, Gao Jia's face froze, and he turned his head quickly.

"The game has started, let's concentrate on watching the game." Jiang Jinchen's cold voice fell to the ground, and the few people didn't speak anymore.

At this time, the competition officially kicked off.

According to the international rules, Mingjing's age and Gaefeng's age are not enough to participate in the competition, but this is not an international competition, it is just a local entertainment competition in Jiangzhou, and the rules are free to play.

This year is Der Spiegel’s first year to participate in the Marseilles. Cross-country races, obstacle races and show jumping require years of practice, which will test the tacit understanding with the horses. You can’t do without certain experience, but Der Spiegel has applied for these events. This is what everyone hates Der Spiegel the most. A point of trust.

According to reliable sources, Ding Jing and Gaefeng only trained intensively for a month, and in such a short period of time, there was not even enough time to get in touch.

The horn sounded, and the contestants rode their favorite horses on the track to greet the audience.

When Ming Jing, who was wearing a red riding suit and riding a white horse, appeared, the audience was completely boiling.

A close-up picture of Ding Jing was cut and broadcast on the big screen. She was wearing a helmet, and her pair of beautiful dark eyes looked ahead, sweeping away the tenderness of the past, and glowing with a resolute look, like a grass emerging from a crack in a rock, facing the sun. Live, never say never.

Such eyes, coupled with that beautiful and childish face, made people unable to extricate themselves from being addicted.

"Mingjing... Mingjing..." The audience began to call her name spontaneously, one after another, like a huge wave rushing, almost swallowing everything.

Some racehorses began to scratch their front hooves uneasily, but the strong wind remained motionless, and the king's arrogance was vividly displayed.

Ming Jing closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and regarded the people around her as nothing, the wind blowing past her ears, and her memory brought her back fifteen years ago.

The scene was exactly the same, except that it was in a foreign country, she received money to compete for someone else, and finally won the championship in that match, and the audience was crazy for her.

Ming Jing raised his head and glanced at the sky.

With light clouds and strong sun, birds soared into the sky, turning into black shadows and flying towards the end of the sky.

She once thought that if she wished to be a bird in the next life, although she was ordinary, she would have the freedom that she could never get in her whole life.

Later, she finally understood that what traps you is not the cage, but your heart.

If the heart is free, even if the ground is a prison, it is also free.

Ah Qing, you and I will eventually be free and soar between heaven and earth.

"You let me tell you what is good about you. You are not famous yet, you fight and make trouble for me. If you become popular in the future, it will be your black spot. Do you still want to hang out in this industry? Also, if you fight, you fight. Why? Face slap, do you know that an actor's face is very important, and next time, just get the hell out of me, old lady... I don't care about you." Zheng Qing said angrily.

On the computer in front of him was Marseille as the background board. Zheng Qing glanced at it casually, but was suddenly stunned.

She frowned, staring at the computer screen tightly, her brows became deeper and deeper.

"Ayu..."

Xu Yan, who was listening to the training with his head down, heard the other party's murmuring, and raised his head to look at the man opposite him.

Who is Ah Yu?

This time in Marseille, he knew that there was a mirror. Brother Qing had a close relationship with this mirror, so it was not unusual for him to pay attention to Marseille.

It's just why he called Ah Yu?

Zheng Qing waved his hand and said without raising his head, "You go out first."

Xu Yan pursed his lips and glanced at her, then turned and walked out of the office. Before closing the door, he glanced back. The man sat down on the chair, and his fox eyes, which were always in high spirits, were staring at the computer screen, as if lost. Like a soul.

Xu Yan frowned, and closed the door thoughtfully.

"Ayu..." Zheng Qing touched the girl's cheek on the computer screen with her fingers.

She saw Ah Yu's shadow on Ming Jing.

Not only does she look alike to Ah Yu, but even the expression on her face and the yearning for the sky and freedom that were revealed in her eyes just now are exactly the same.

She remembered that fifteen years ago, when the two of them were performing a mission abroad, in order to obtain important information, Ah Yu pretended to participate in the competition, and she won the championship in that competition. lost.

Later, Ah Yu told her that she could be Rain, the God of Rain, or any ordinary person, but she could never be Jiang Yu.

A killer cannot have feelings, let alone self. He only needs to obey orders and be the sharpest knife in the hands of his boss.

But Ah Yu, you are obviously so smart, and knowing that it is an abyss that is beyond redemption, you still jumped into it regardless of your own safety. Your desire for freedom has surpassed everything.

So now, have you got the freedom you want?

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In an impenetrable and black abyss room, only the computer screen emits a faint light.

The picture freezes on the girl's raised face, a slender and vigorous hand tremblingly caresses the screen, brushes over the girl's eyebrows, eyes, lips and nose, and the fingertips seem to be full of infinite nostalgia and love.

"Ayu..." The man's hoarse voice echoed quietly in the dark room.

Like a call from afar, separated by light years between life and death.

"Are you Ah Yu?" asked the question.

"You are Ah Yu." Sure.

"You are Ah Yu." It is the persistence of nine deaths but no regrets, the excitement of losing and regaining, and the bewilderment after going through all the vicissitudes.

"Boss, something happened to Eighteen." Aunt Hong's anxious voice came from the phone.

"This time, a small task was originally given to Shiba to practice. However, after more than a month, Shiba disappeared without a trace. There was no one alive or dead."

Honggu's voice trembled a little, Shiba is the boss's most valued successor, now that something happened, I don't know if the boss will blame it.

"Who is the target of his mission?" Regarding these trivial matters, he never asked, and handed them all over to Hong Gu. This time, there was a big trouble, and Hong Gu couldn't handle it anymore, so she finally decided to tell him.

Hong Gu was silent for a while, and said: "Jiangzhou celebrity, Ming Jing, I thought she was just a little girl with no strength to restrain her. After Shiba couldn't get in touch, I investigated and found that this girl is not simple. Shiba Your mission may have failed..." The more he said later, the voice became softer.

The failure of the mission means that the possibility of eighteen surviving is also very small.

Honggu didn't know that the moment she said the name, the man on the other side of the phone slightly raised the corners of his lips, his brows and eyes contained infinite tenderness, and he was no longer the decisive, iron-blooded and cold Lord Nighthawk.

"Who gave the task?"

Hong Gu immediately replied, "It's Zou Dawei."

"Eighteen won't die, there is no need to worry about this matter." Hua Luo hung up the phone directly.

Hong Gu is at a loss, what does the boss mean? Eighteen why not die?

The man stroked the screen with his fingers and murmured, "Ah Yu, I will never let you get hurt again in this life."

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Gunshots pierced the air, and thousands of horses galloped. With such momentum, the audience felt that the ground was trembling, like an earthquake. Some people couldn't stand it and gasped for breath.

This is exciting.

Zhao Zhen looked at No. 18 who took the lead, and raised her eyebrows: "She seems to have changed suddenly."

It used to be reserved and gentle, like spring breeze turning into rain, moistening things silently.

After the gunshot, the whole person is like a peerless sword that has been polished and sharpened, showing its sharpness and sharpness.

The contrast is too great. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, you would think you were dropped.

Ran Tengxiao squinted his eyes, rubbed the jade finger on his thumb with his fingers, and kept his eyes fixed on No. 18 in the field.

"This is the real her, a sharp sword, and the influence of Buddhism, can't change the hostility in her bones."

"My cousin seems to know her very well."

Ran Tengxiao raised the corners of his lips confidently, "Because we are the same kind."

Zhao Zhen sighed: "Then people who are similar to you cannot be attracted to each other."

Ran Tengxiao was noncommittal.

Ming Jing, one person and one horse, ran out of the aura of one man guarding the gate and ten thousand husbands not being open. At first, everyone who was not optimistic about her was surprised. Seeing that Ma Xiao was about to catch up, he couldn't help shouting. The sound of cheering and cheering was louder and louder.

Gao Chang couldn't help standing up, "Mingjing, come on."

Jiang Jinchen clenched his hands on his knees tightly, staring at a point in the field.

"Too hot-blooded." Wen Yaru Song Yinzhang couldn't help the blood all over his body.

Qu Feitai raised the corners of her lips and smiled confidently. She is the champion, there is no doubt about it.

It says that I don’t want a male lead anymore, laughing and crying, let’s be beautiful in the mirror haha

Der Spiegel: No one can stop me from becoming a Buddha