Hidden Assassin

Breathe……… inhale……

The loud music made the quiet audience in the banquet hall all a little stunned for a moment. Jia Ming wanted to continue playing, heard Jia Ming also stop, hurriedly shrugged off the tears on his face, then Jia Ming picked up the colored ball and stood up smiling.

“Uh, sorry, here we are, so... who's next? ”

He laughed brilliantly on stage, but the people under the stage had already reacted, shouting: “I'm not done singing yet, I'm not done singing yet...”

“This song feels great...”

“Sing again! Sing it again! ”

In a noisy voice, Jia Ming smiled: “Well, I'm sorry, I'm here to pick you up. I haven't even had dinner yet. Uh, who's gonna sing? By the way, I just saw that beautiful lady over there with her hands up high, and I just accidentally grabbed her for the show, hey, here we go. ”

Nobody raised his hand. He smiled and threw the colored ball to the other side of Oriental Road not far away. Dong Danwen was still surprised and dazed. The colored ball flew over, caught it subconsciously, and then looked around for a few people: “This... that...” She also wanted to play in front of the two musicians with what she had written, but after listening to the "East Wind Break", she dared not come out again to give ugly.

However, it is true that no one is listening to her now. More than half the people in the front are asking Jiaming to finish the song or repeat it. The Oriental road looks a little bitter looking at the person on stage. Zheng Zhepei and Lao Huang have risen from their seats and slowly walked towards the stage. However, Jia Ming was not a person who cared about other people's opinions. When he finished, he turned to his left hand, despite the request of the group below: “Let's go. ”

The tear marks on the quiet face were not dry, but it was also a beautiful smile that could not be concealed. He ran over and put his right hand in his hand. Undeniably, this performance was just now, I'm afraid, irresistible romantic for any girl.

Fortunately, this is just a simple carnival, Jiaming and Jing are not famous idols, walked off the stage, many people regrettably asked to sing again, but it was not much to stop, even if one or two people ran around to ask this question, by the way, introducing their identity, Jiaming also dialed open at random, now the crowd is crowded, even if he used a little more force, no one could notice that something was wrong, but, soon to get to the door, two middle-aged people crowded from the side, Jiaming was about to push, Eastern road suddenly flashed out.

“Jiaming, Jing Jing, wait, wait...”

Strangers can push, but for acquaintances, they can only be polite if they don't look up in school in the future. Although Oriental Road was suppressed by Jiaming almost from all angles in singing, it still had a bright smile at this time. Nothing seemed to care too much. First, Jiaming was greatly praised and then introduced the identities of the two middle-aged people. They're all celebrities of the album, the Chinese, but the author of the song, I don't know, they're a sin. Quiet doesn't know this part, but the respectful attitude when looking at Oriental Road introducing the names of the two people is also very polite to say hello, "Hello.” Jiaming nodded in a faint spot.

“Uh, hello, guys, so... we were rushing back to dinner, weren't we...”

The attitude was to ask two people to clear the way, and they were a little upset when they paused on their faces. The water in the album is very deep, even if you write the songs better, if no one helps, if no one else wants your songs at all, it's junk, and as a songwriter, who doesn't want to be famous? These two happen to be the fastest way to be famous.

As Thai fighters of the album, if they are interested in a singer or author, even if the other party hasn't eaten for three or five days, they will probably sit back and listen to the instruction. However, this teenager in front of them can't help but let them go away! Then Zheng smiled: “Well, actually, let's ask first, did you really write this song? ”

Jia Ming smiled: “I don't have to explain this. Sorry, it's over 9: 10. I haven't eaten anything yet to be busy tonight. Quiet, are you hungry? ”

“I'm hungry too.” The quiet tone was a little hard, because Zheng Zhepei's words made her angry now.

“Well, then...” Zheng Zhepei stretched out his hand in front of him and didn't take it back. Huang Lao, beside him, had reached over and held Jiaming's hand. Jiaming didn't escape because he was already thinking about killing both of these guys tonight.

“Well, I'm sorry, but since this song was written by Gu Jiaming, you should know what it means for today's orchestra.” Huang Lao's tone, a little excited at the moment, "I can hear that this song is a simplified version of your adaptation, you said that there will also be Biwa, Erhu and other instruments involved in the song... Uh, sorry, I didn't bring my business card out today, but we can schedule a detailed discussion, the style of this song will trigger a storm in the current album...”

“Oh, I get it, I get it...” Jia Ming is impatient to turn around, "If you like, I'll sell this song to you next time, but now... we're really leaving, goodbye.” Release his hand, Jia Ming leads the quiet to the door, where he waves his hand back: “Goodbye, Eastern Senior, have a good Christmas Eve.” The quiet waved with a smile, and then the glass door separated the interior and exterior into two worlds.

He went out into the snow-covered street, quietly and desperately angry in his hand, Jiaming unlocked his bicycle lock, and then took a pair of gloves out of his pocket and handed them over: “Nah, when I just patched up my tire, I walked by a small store and remembered that your gloves were already small, Christmas gift, don't bother. ”

“Oh, thank you.” Even if it's not expensive, I'm still happy to receive a gift from Jia Ming, put on gloves, the right size, the five-finger front end shows up, is the type of piano that can be played after wearing it.

Quiet and happy soul, inside the glass door, the eyes of Oriental Road were a little dazzling, she gave her gloves with all her heart. She was said to have generously given them to others as soon as she turned her hand. At present, she received such a pair of gloves, and she chose to wear them immediately. She was extremely happy. Less often than not, he sat quietly in the back seat of his bike, his hands grabbing Jiamin's waist, and the streetlights, bike lights, neon and snow gleamed, and his bike gradually moved away along the street.

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Put your hands in Jiaming's clothing pocket, lean quietly on his back, recall the scene when playing, the heart is still sweet silk, after a long time, I felt that wearing gloves isolated Jiaming's body temperature, she took off the new gloves and put them in the pocket, curious: “Jiaming, did you really write that song? ”

“Of course not. Who else would I be? ”

“I was wondering if Yahan wrote it, you... hum, no wonder that ugly middle-aged man would suspect you...”

“Oh, so angry with you again? ”

“Someone suspects my husband, of course he's angry! But isn't she really Ahern? I'll ask her when I get back. ”

“Please, Ling Jing, if you want to insult me, don't insult that song. Just Ahem, that childish and neurotic woman can write songs too... In fact, you know me, my little universe will erupt as soon as there is a critical situation, I told you, someone has molested my wife, of course I can only rush the duck to the shelf...”

“Well, I'm sorry.” Leaning quietly behind Jiaming's back, he said softly, "He said to thank me then gave me a flower, so many people below, I don't know what to do... and I didn't see it was a rose flower...”

“Next time, no more flowers. ”

“Hmm.”

“The next time he talks to you, you tell him that you are a good guy, you are a good guy all your life, your whole family is a good guy... you know? ”

Ling Jingpu laughed out loud and beat Jia Ming slightly: “Well, I confessed to him that he used to be Jia Ming's child daughter-in-law, and now Jia Ming's little wife. She needs to sleep every night. She has been used many times already. It is the wrecked flower. Senior Oriental, you are a good person, I don't deserve you... Is this good? ”

“He's going to kill himself, you remember to go up to the roof and tell him, then he jumped, I was just watching below... I haven't seen anyone jump yet...”

“You bastard...”

Just kidding along the way, it wasn't until about 9: 40 until we arrived at Yahan's little villa. This apartment is located on the side of the school in a wealthy neighborhood by the mountain, and Sacred Heart College is rich and generous, providing temporary housing for teaching staff to use the villa, but of course it is also possible for important employees like Ahern, a family that holds shares in the college.

Next to the road, a white wooden fence surrounds a separate small courtyard, shaded grass, red-watted white-walled European-style buildings - all covered with thick snow, of course, and most of the expatriate staff at Sacred Heart College live here, surrounded by lights all the way by bicycles. Yahan's villa was also filled with beautiful colored lights, two beautiful Christmas trees on the snow in front of the door, pushed open the small door and sighed softly: “It's beautiful, Yahan said it was a casual gathering, she must have spent a lot of time. ”

She didn't come in this afternoon, so she lamented the scene, but Jia Ming had already seen it, pointing to the surrounding houses: “Look how beautiful they are, in this area or so-so will be despised... and it's not Sister Yahan who did it, she's all looking for temporary workers...”

Quiet whispered to him: "You always know how to make people up.” It's not over yet, just the countless colored lights on the villa suddenly flashed and made a "nourishing” noise, then the whole villa suddenly went dark and there was a hidden fire and panic at the kitchen window.

Hold quiet shoulder, Jiaming has pulled out the dagger: “I'll go in and see, you hide first...”

After hiding quietly in the Christmas tree in a yard next to him, Jiaming never leaped into the unlocked living room window, the bowls and chopsticks on the table were set, and the fire and murmur came from the kitchen.

At this time, although there was no light in the villa, the snow outside reflected the light of the rest of the room. For Jiaming, the light was still abundant, and he took a few steps with his hands and feet. The sound of a person falling from the ground in the bathroom next to him was followed by a soft-hearted cry, which was Ahem's cry.

Once the dagger turned over his right hand, he had pinched the tip of the dagger and extended two wires to unlock it with his left hand, plugged it into the bathroom keyhole, turned sharply, and his body shrunk towards the door before he went out to swing the knife. Taking the reaction time into account, his sword waving speed will not be slower than the bullets of the average killer.

For a moment, there was another scream from Ahern in the bathroom...

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Oh, the agreed second is better, it's not far from the sixth place, but the one behind really chases too fast, there are also monthly tickets, depending on your ^_^ (to be continued, please log in to WWW.CMFU.COM for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)