Hidden Assassin

Jianghai, airport.

The enormous roar of the plane rang out the window, as a beautiful Oriental woman walked out with a handsome white man in the farewell voice of the captain and stewardess at the exit.

“Teacher, you don't have to come. ”

“What does it matter, I've always been interested in China, and by the way, it's nice to see where you grow up, isn't it? ”

The woman silenced.

Suddenly, a shout came from afar: "Hi ~ Quiet! You're back! ”

The woman looked up and recognized the other person's identity: Oriental Mandarin. Looking at Oriental Mandarin, time seemed to be backward, back four years ago, or more...

Soon, the ladies were crowded with pickups.

“Quiet, you're amazing! You are now known as Mozart of the East!” Envious voice.

“Hahaha! Ever since I was a kid, I can see that quiet is unusual.” It's proud.

“It's been really hard for you to stay abroad for so many years...” This is love.

……

The quiet eyes swept at the people who picked up the plane and tried to identify everyone: there were a lot of people who picked up the plane, there were former classmates, there were relatives, whether distant or very close, even the neighbors came. Ye's parents were naturally among them, but no matter how they looked, they couldn't find the figure of Sasha and the man. There is some pain in my heart, don't even want to come back to the country to pick it up...

………………………………………………

I have returned to the country for three days. For three days, previous acquaintances have visited, even the Oriental family has not missed it, and I have had time to go to the Sacred Heart, of course, just for that small building.

The Yahan family also visited and saw the Taobao. At that time, it seemed that Yahan was preparing to take her children to kindergarten to sign up. Naturally, she chatted a few words and talked about what had happened for four years, but for some reason, she always accidentally avoided talking about Jiaming and Sha Sha.

Or should I say, everyone is avoiding this topic.

As a result, not only have they not seen either of them for so many days, but they have not even received any information about what happened between them in the last four years, as if they had suddenly evaporated. Of course, she knew about the disappearance of the Sandpiper Gang, but she knew that Sandpiper would be fine as long as she had a family, so she didn't mind.

Finally, at this point, she finally couldn't stand it. At the party initiated by Oriental Mandy at night, she smiled and asked Oriental Mandy her doubts: “Sha Sha and... how are they doing? What took you so long, I didn't see them come to see me?” There is a hint of bitterness in the smile.

When she heard the quiet question, Oriental Mandarin's hand trembled voluntarily. The corner of her mouth was a little bitter, but when she raised her head, the one hanging from her mouth smiled most elegantly: “Liu Huaisha? I heard she's out of the country, too. Looks like she's in Europe. Didn't you see her? ”

When he heard Oriental Mandarin's reply, he was somewhat surprised: “What, Sha Sha has also left the country?” Sadness in my heart: Has even Sasha left? Somehow, he flashed a naughty smile in front of his eyes, and his heart was sucking again...

“Yeah, yeah! I left the country four years ago. Didn't anyone tell you? I thought you knew!” Oriental Mandy continued.

“It's been four years...” Sober, bowed her head and thought. After a while, she raised her head again and asked the question she had just avoided: “So, what about Jiaming? Why didn't I see him? He's not going abroad, is he? ”

Oriental Wan, who thought he had succeeded in escaping from danger, could not help but turn into a bitter melon face and hastily diverted the topic: “Why are you talking about him? You're not going to make it home. Have fun for a few more days! I've got a lot of fun in mind. …… ”

“Oriental Mandy, tell me what's going on!” There is a little anger in the quiet tone.

“Uh...” Oriental Mandy's bitter melon face became heavier.

As a result, facing the already angry quiet, Oriental Mandy finally sighed, then raised her head and stared at the quiet eyes: “Don't you really know? ”

“Know what?” Somehow, looking at each other with such seriousness, there was a little panic in the peace of mind, as if what I was about to know was a terrible news.

Oriental Mandarin stared at the quiet eyes for a long time and finally sighed out his second breath tonight. He lowered his head: “Forget it, let's not talk about it. I'll take you directly tomorrow.” There's a hint of exhaustion in the voice, "but you better get ready. ”

Psychological preparation? There is a trace of doubt in the soul, but more tension: what exactly happened in the four years I was away?

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The next day, after noon, Oriental Mandarin drove himself to the door of Ye's Martial Arts Hall.

She poked half her body out of the window and stared quietly for half a day. Finally, she sighed as one: “Get in the car! ”

The car drove quickly and smoothly, and soon it had left the city toward the back hill.

Sober watched the view of the windows retreating rapidly, while Oriental Mandy focused on driving the car. As for the others, they either did not know the situation or were reluctant to speak and were silent in the car.

For a long time, the quiet voice suddenly sounded and broke the silence: “Jiaming is very good at choosing a place to stay, but I don't recall any houses on the back hill. Is it new?” She still looked out the window without turning her head.

“Kind of...” hesitated for a moment, Oriental replied.

Then silence...

The car continued to drive and later drove up the back hill to the cemetery.

Outside the cemetery, the car stopped. “Here we are, get out of the car.” Oriental gently said, then disembarked towards the cemetery.

“Jiaming lives here? Mandy Oriental, what's going on?” Quietly chased up.

Dongfangwan was just silent and did not speak.

The anxiety in my heart is constantly expanding and I can't breathe.

As if to verify the anxiety in her heart, Oriental Mandarin stopped before the bank reached a tombstone: “Here it is.” The tone was faint, as if it had come from far away, with a little bit of unreality.

When she heard this, her quiet eyes widened in a flash, staring dead at Oriental Mandy, trying to see from her eyes that this was a joke. But she failed, and in each other's eyes she saw nothing but intolerance and sadness.

Turn your head and look at the tombstone next to Oriental Mandarin at this time, the smile on it and the five words are so unreal, yet so real, you can't escape...

“How could this be... how could he possibly die... how could this be...” The chaotic phrase was filled with unwillingness to believe.

“He's been dead for over two years, or even longer. He's said to have died of a brain tumor, which I didn't know until two years ago...” Oriental said slowly.

“How... how could this be... how could he die... this... this is impossible...”

Somehow, the ear rang the first song that Jiaming had ever sung for himself:

“A lonely, lonely window

I'm behind the door pretending you're not gone.

……

A pot of drifting waves. It's hard to get into your throat.

"After you left, you had warm memories and missed thin.”

It's like you can see your family looking out the window alone after you go...

……

“Who's playing a song with a walnut?

Years old, stripped down on the wall, saw her when she was a kid.

Remember when we were young? "

“You… Hello, my name is Gu…… Gu Jiaming.” The slightly shy boy reached out...

“And now the piano is loud, and you haven't heard me waiting.

Who's playing a song with a walnut?

Maple leaves dyed the story and I saw it through. "

You actually know everything... you've seen everything... that's why you sing this song...

“I walked you through the ancient path outside the fence."

I still remember your embrace on the Star Dream that year...

“The years of wild tobacco and tobacco are silent even when they break up."

Recall that last look, a position of pain in my heart, endless grief as if to completely submerge him...

I know you're very important, so I've always believed you! But why didn't you tell me anything like that...

His feet were weak and he finally sat on the ground, pressing his hands against his cheek, but couldn't stop the tears from gushing...

Watching the sobriety of sorrow and tears, Oriental hesitated to go forward to comfort him. Finally, he shook his head, turned around and prepared to leave, raised his head, a figure in the eye curtain, couldn't help but stay, eventually shook

The head walked past the shadow: “Are you here?... I'm glad you're here. I think you can comfort her... so please..."

“You don't say I'll do that too...” replied the beautiful woman.

A slender hand gently rests on a quiet back.

“Will you leave me alone for a moment...” said the woman, choking.

“Better cry...” The familiar voice sounded from behind.

When I heard this voice, the quiet finally cried and fell into the arms of the people.

“Jiaming... Jiaming he... he... died...”

“Well, I know...”

……

After crying for a long time, he finally retracted his tears and looked up: "When did you come back? ”

“Later than you, when I knew you were back, I came back. ”

“Really...”

Far away, looking at the two in the sunset, Oriental sighed again.

……………………………………

Far away, Yujiang, vegetable market.

Behind the chestnut stall, the man raised his head and looked up at the red sky in the sunset, wondering what he was thinking.

Not many people will come to buy chestnuts now, so there is no one in front of the chestnut stall.

At this point, a figure appeared in front of the chestnut stall, blocking the man's gaze at the sky. It was a woman, wearing sunglasses, but the beautiful long black hair, the beautiful melon face, the tiny john nose, the slightly curly cornered mouth, and the extremely intense oriental temperament made no doubt that under the sunglasses must be beautiful pairs of eyes.

If not, the next moment she gently pressed the sunglasses with her two fingers and a pair of extremely beautiful eyes appeared in front of the man: "I'm going to buy a kilo of chestnuts. ”

Then she reached out her right hand and smiled. At this moment, it was like a hundred flowers bloom: “We met in the early days, Gu Jiaming. Or should I call you 'the other me’? ”