Hidden Assassin

After connecting the burnt wires, replacing the new fuse and pulling down the electric gate, the colored lights of the entire villa turned on again. Slap the snow falling from the roof, pushing the door in, the family slightly complained: “It was supposed to be a relaxing Christmas Eve, and I ran out to fix the electric gate, you guys... wow...”

Across the street, Ahern jumped over with a small throw pillow placed on the seat. The family knew he was losing his mind, pulled his legs and ran. The two men chased each other in the room, quietly taking out dishes, drinks and other things from the kitchen with Sha, and refueling Ahern.

“Hey! Please, I'm worried about your safety, I haven't thought about anything else...”

“If you think about it, it's not a beating today. Even if, you bastard, stop. I'm going to hit you a hundred times...”

“No, I'd rather be an asshole than an idiot...”

Just after Jiaming and quiet came back, he saw the lights of the entire villa all go out, Jiaming thought something was wrong for a while, who knew, but the sand put something wrong in the microwave oven to bake, eventually caused the explosion fire, the wire was short circuited. When Jia Ming rushed in, Ya Han was falling in the bathroom because the lights suddenly went out. This recklessly opened the door, but the light was not strong enough for Jia Ming to see Ya Han's body clean. Taking into account the time when he snuck into Zhang Jia Villa because of the wedding escape, Ya Han had shown his body naked twice in front of Jia Ming. When she arrived at home to repair the electric lock, she naturally carried out a vicious chase.

Speaking of mess, we all come out to hang out, if we make a mistake, we have to admit, if we get beaten up, we have to stand up. How can anyone, like Jiaming this guy, do something wrong? If he can still show a straight face, he has been seen naked twice by him, but he has no sense of responsibility at all. He won't even take a light beating with a pillow. He still says that he is a violent woman and a slut. It is so... hateful...

After a time to chase from downstairs to upstairs, then from upstairs, everything on the table has been set up, running pantily, but didn't touch the sharp corner of Yahan bite the teeth to calm down, on the dining table there is naturally an obvious fight, but where Yahan is going to clip the dishes, Yahan always snatches them, squeaky bites like raw Jiaming, a few people have been with each other for a long time, naturally understand Yahan's occasional childishness, for quiet and sand, this childishness should be the biggest reason for the four people to get along.

It was already more than 10: 00 PM, eating delicious dishes, drinking coke, orange juice and other drinks, joking jokes, quietly asking about the "East Wind Break", Ahern glared at the eyes: "Me? I don't know how to write songs, although I've learned to play guitar for a while, but I'm a long way from writing songs... Quiet You mean this guy wrote a song? ”

“Mm-hmm.” He nodded quietly, then painted a colorful picture of the banquet. Sasha and Ahern stared wide-eyed and waited until he quietly hummed a few melodies of the song. Ahern took a guitar from upstairs and threw it to Jiaming. At this time, he had not finished his meal. Jiaming put down the orange juice in his hand: “Sing here? With a guitar? ”

“Yeah.” Quiet nodded naturally, and Sansa asked him to sing it again. "I'm not hungry yet, you're not worried that I won't play the guitar...”

For a moment, the guitar version of "The East Wind Breaks" sounded lightly in the room.

……

When Qubi was in the room, there was only the sound of a series of dramas on the TV, and Ahern stared at him for a long time: “You didn't really write that, did you? ”

“Definitely not.” Sasha stared at him from across the table, "I never saw him touch these things. ”

nodded softly: "Must have learned from someone else...”

According to the original character of Jiaming, the more convergent the skills, the better, but since all three women in front of them already know the identity of their killers, there is no need to hide too much that can be entertained. After all, they should be a little glorious when they are quiet and sandy in school. Now I rolled my eyes: “You don't trust my character...”

“Heh.” Sasha smiled, "Of course I don't believe anything. ”

Ahern nodded, expressing his most serious contempt for the character of Jiaming: “Unless you can produce other evidence, um, also targeted, compassionate, responsive, responsive, or whatever. Anyone who can compose a song can hum it out at will, right? ”

“Really?” Jia Ming lipped his lip.

“Of course. ”

“Well, then it's up to you. ”

Hearing him say this, Ahern's face slightly blushed: “What, what should I do? ”

“Ahern, are you studying in Cambridge? Well, this song is called Goodbye Cambridge. It's for Miss Zhang Yahan, who is beautiful, cute, simple and charming. ”

Such a hymn is something Jiaming was used to playing as a street singer or a bar singer, but at this time, Yahan's face, who got used to fighting Jiaming, got a little hot, picked up a cup of fruit juice to block a slightly unnatural look, Sansa turned off the TV, and then the guitar jumped out lightly.

“Horseshoes trample the stone slab streets

Someone prayed deep in the narrow alley.

Watershed Church Dumping After Rain

40 degree angle of consciousness flow

Half a stone sculpture in front of the library.

Six pennies took a sketch.

The fireplace was all alone, throwing up flames.

Kerosene lamps are not disturbed in their next years.

You're lonely in Cambridge, wearing a black robe.

You sing poetry, you sing love, you rhyme beautifully.

A boat of stars bears witness to that classic embrace.

That aquatic grass still misses the artemisia you support... "

After ten years, the song performed by SHE will be sung from the mouth of Jiaming. After a few minutes, the three opposite is a lovely expression of amazement. Jiaming shrugged his shoulders, Jing Jing meets Sha Sha for a while. Ahan called again with a mat as the backrest of the dining chair, knocking several times in a row on the head of Jiaming. “What, I have been lonely and lonely for half my life in Cambridge, you are simply singing nonsense. ”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey You're not lonely in Cambridge. Have you ever had a lot of boyfriends? Why didn't you bring it back? ”

“You, you.” Ahern is blushing, "I don't believe it anyway, you must happen to know a song like this, you should look at it yourself. ”

“Myself.” Jia Ming smiled and his fingers were already on the guitar, “Grey space...”

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At 2: 00 a.m., turning up the stairs on the second floor, Jiamin opened the glass door and the cold air swept in. Outside is a small platform where the snow is still raging and tranquil, and the people celebrating Christmas are asleep, but the colored lights are still on, far from the roof, on the Christmas tree, converging with the lights of the cities further afield, a festive atmosphere solidified in the snow. The sound of the guitar came gently from Ahern's room.

Last night, after more than two hours of automated jukebox, shamelessly plagiarized more than a dozen popular songs of future generations, he stayed in Yahan's villa, quietly with Sha Sha one bedroom, and Jiaming one bedroom. Sleeping in bed, I thought about something and then walked out.

The small platform was covered with snow and Jiaming's clothes were thin, but for him, who had never stopped practicing qigong, the cold feeling of the district would not harm him for an hour or two, but would rather help him think and practice.

He was reflecting on that intense move last night.

The simple microwave incident, which he was accustomed to as an invasion by the enemy, was clearly overreacting, was ridiculed second, saw Ahern's body was second, the point was that he was still unable to adjust to the pace of ordinary people's lives, but it was also difficult to judge whether it was good for him to really belong to ordinary people's lives.

Of course, this idea is not troublesome, nor, as the comic book says, what happens if you can't break through the heart disorder. It's not that big of a deal, but you can't help but think about it. Sitting on a bench outside, the snowflakes are spreading and the body will be covered in a lot of time. Soon afterwards, Ahern seemed to notice him from that side. He looked at him on the window sill for a long time. He wore a coat and went around the platform. He opened the glass door and rushed out. His face panicked: "You, you, you... what are you doing! ”

“Uh, nothing...”

Suddenly rushing into this ice and snow world, even with a coat on his body, Ahern shuddered as if he were cold. Above the snow, his feet were still naked, and then he pulled Jiamin in indiscriminately.

“Hey, it's really okay, don't look like this, I have qi kung fu, going out for a while will only be good for me, hey, hey, hey, hey...”

Hustled off the snow accumulation on Jiaming's body, Ahern wrapped his coat around Jiaming's body and then dragged him back to his room: “It's good, you're crazy, I've never seen anyone freeze in the ice and snow. It's good. You are wrong again...” Pushing Jiaming on the bed, then pulling up her covered mattress on him, saw that she seemed to still want to move the quilt out of the cabinet, Jiaming couldn't stop her from crying.

“Okay, really, it's okay, I'm not cold at all...”

“Don't lift it, lift my face. Oh, um... I'll go down and cook hot ginger soup. There's still ginger left today...”

“Hey, aren't you...” I really want to run out to cook ginger soup, Jia Ming grabbed her hand with a smile, pulled hard, Ya Han one unstable and fell on the bed, then was pressed down by the mattress, Jia Ming pressed the edge of the quilt, pressed her shoulders to death, I couldn't help but wonder, this woman has always believed in her abilities, now the reaction is a bit excessive.

“Let go of me. Do you want a cold tomorrow? ”

“I'm afraid you'll catch a cold...”

After struggling for a moment, Ahern looked at Jiaming's smiling face, finally some angry gave up the idea of covering the quilt on Jiaming. The room was quiet, the eyes were opposite, and the atmosphere became a little strange at a time.

“Well, I don't need a quilt, you need it... I'm scared of you, I'll go back to my room and sleep, okay.” Looking at irresistible Ahern, the illusion began as usual: this position is best kissed, most women can't resist, after kissing in the position of lying on the bed, they are not usually bitten, but can push the water to the next step...

This is just to think, of course, that he has studied psychology, that he used to go on missions for certain needs to hook up with girls, maybe ten to nine, but really put them in a normal human state that requires his own emotions, undeniably, Jia Ming is a little dull. There is no love talk with Marilyn, it is purely for bed, and the peace and quiet sand is smooth. When friendship, love and other things happen to him, the structured analysis does not produce any results. As for Ahern, he has not considered anything in this regard, so he does not feel this moment of ambiguity.

Just two steps out of bed, Ahern's voice rang out: “You, you, etc., I have something to say to you...”

Eh?

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I want to… Well, this sentence is not what Ahern said… (to be continued, please log on to WWW.CMFU.COM for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)