Hidden Assassin

The burnt wires were replaced with new fuses, and after the switch was pulled down, the whole colored light came on again. He slapped a large puff of snow falling from the roof, and when he pushed in the door, Jia Ming complained slightly: "It should be a relaxing Christmas Eve, but in the end I also ran out to repair the switch, you guys ... wow ... "

On the opposite side, Yahan rushed over with a small pillow placed on the seat. Jiaming knew that he was in a bad position and ran away. The two chased each other in the room. He quietly followed Shasha while taking dishes, Take out drinks and other things while cheering for Yahan.

"Hey! Come on, I'm worried about your safety and haven't thought about other things ..."

"If you think about it, it's not like hitting you today, you bastard, stop me. I want to hit you a hundred times ..."

"No wonder, I would rather be a **** than a fool ..."

Just before Jiaming and Lingjing returned, they suddenly saw that the lights of the entire villa went out. Jiaming thought for a moment that something had happened. Who knew that it was rustling and baking the wrong thing in the microwave oven, which eventually caused an explosion and fire. Short circuit. When Jiaming rushed in, Yahan fell in the bathroom because the lights suddenly went out. This recklessly opened the door. Although the light was not strong, it was enough for Jiaming to see Yahan's body completely. At the time when the fleeing marriage sneaked into the Zhangjia villa, Yahan had shown it in front of Ming Ming in a full body state. When Jiaming repaired the switch, she naturally started the hunt.

Speaking of it is really a mess. Everyone comes out and mixes up. If you do wrong, you must admit it. If you are beaten, you must stand upright. Who can do the wrong thing like Jia Ming, and you can put on a sense of integrity. It seems that he has been seen twice by him naked, but he has no sense of responsibility, and even refuses to be beaten lightly by the pillow. He also says that he is a violent woman or a vixen. ... too hateful ...

For a while, I hunted downstairs and upstairs, and then hunted downstairs. When everything was set on the table, I ran out of breath but did not touch Jiaming's half-clothed corner to calm down with his teeth. On the dining table, naturally, there will be some infighting, but Yahan will grab all the dishes that Jiaming is going to pick up, crunching as if he was at Jiaming. Several people have been in each other for a long time, and naturally understand that Yahan occasionally Childish, for Lingjing and Shasha, this kind of childishness should still be the biggest reason for the four.

At this time it was more than 10 o'clock in the evening, eating delicious dishes, drinking cola, orange juice and other beverages, talking and laughing, and quietly asked about the "Dongfeng Po", Ya Han's eyes widened: "Me? I do n’t know how to write songs. Although I ’ve learned guitar for a while, I ’m far from writing songs ... Ling Jing, you mean, this guy wrote a song? ”

"Huh huh." Ling Jing nodded his head, then vividly said the scene at the banquet, Sasa and Ya Han widened their eyes, until Ling Jing slowly hummed a few melody of the song, Ya Han from the floor He took a guitar and threw it to Jia Ming. At this time, the meal was not finished. Jia Ming put down the orange juice in his hand: "Sing here? With a guitar?"

"Yeah." Ling Jing nodded for granted, and Shasha asked him to sing again, Jia Ming smiled: "I'm not full yet, you don't worry about me playing the guitar ..."

For a moment, the guitar version of "Dongfeng Po" sounded light in the room.

...

At the end of the song, there was only the sound of a series on the TV in the room, and Ya Han stared for a long time: "Isn't it really you who wrote it?"

"Surely not." Sasa stared at him across the table, "I never saw him touch these things."

He quietly nodded: "It must have been stolen from someone else ..."

According to Jia Ming's original character, the more convergent his skills are, the better, but since the three women in front already know the identity of his killer, there is no need to hide too much, because he is quiet in school after all Both of them have been ridiculed, and they should be more or less glorious. I rolled my eyes now: "You don't believe my character too ..."

"Hehe." Shasha smiled, "Of course I don't believe what you don't have."

Ya Han nodded and expressed the most serious contempt for Jia Ming's character: "Unless you can come up with other evidence, uh, you have to be targeted. It should be affectionate, appropriate, and appropriate." , I heard that anyone who can compose can just sing it out, right? "

"Really?" Jia Ming froze.

"of course."

"Okay, that's up to you."

After hearing what he said, Ya Han's face turned red slightly: "Why, what should I do?"

"Yahan, you are studying in Cambridge. Well, this song is called" Farewell to Kangqiao ", and it is for the beautiful, cute, simple and charming Miss Zhang Yahan."

This kind of praise words is what Jia Ming is used to playing as a street singer or bar singer, but at this time, Ya Han, who is used to arguing with Jia Ming, got a hot face and picked up a glass of juice. Blocking the slightly unnatural expression, Shasha turned off the TV, and then the brisk guitar sound jumped out.

"Horseshoes walk across flagstone streets

Someone prays deep in the narrow lane

Puddle church dumps after rain

Forty-degree angle of stream of consciousness

Half a stone sculpture stands in front of the library

Six pennies took away a sketch

Fireplace spit out flames all day long

The kerosene lamp is not disturbed in the years

You wear a black robe in loneliness in Cambridge

You sing love with rhymes

A ship Xinghui witnessed that classical hug

That grass is still missing the long urn you support ... "

The songs sung by SHE will be sung from Jiaming's mouth after ten years. The three of them are all cute and amazing expressions.

After shrugging his shoulders, Lingjing whispered to Shasha for a while, and Yahan struck again with the cushion on his back, knocking on his head at home several times in a row, and coquettishly said, "What have I been lonely and half lonely in Cambridge for a lifetime It's simply singing. "

"Hey, I just sing the lyrics casually, just rhyme, I'll let you die! You're not alone in Cambridge. Have you ever played with many boyfriends? Why haven't you brought them back?"

"You, you." Ya Han flushed with anger, "Well, I don't believe it anyway, it must be that you happened to know one of these by coincidence, and you should sing another one to look at it yourself."

"Myself." Jia Ming smiled, fingers fiddled with the guitar, "grey space ..."

At two o'clock in the morning, he turned the stairs on the second floor, and Jia Ming opened the glass door, and cold air rushed towards him. There is a small platform outside. The snow is still falling, and the surroundings are quiet. People celebrating Christmas have fallen asleep, but the lights on the roof and the Christmas tree are still on, farther away. In the light of the city, there is a festive atmosphere frozen in the snow. The voice of the guitar came gently from Yahan's room.

Last night, I worked as a jukebox for more than two hours, shamelessly plagiarized more than ten popular songs from later generations. After getting tired, I lived in Yahan's villa and lived quietly in a bedroom with Shasha. Ming one bedroom. Sleeping in bed, Jia Ming thought about something, and then came out.

The small platform was covered with snow, and Jia Ming's clothes were thin. However, for him who has never stopped practicing qigong, this cold feeling will not cause him any damage within an hour or two, but will be more helpful. His thinking and cultivation.

He was reflecting on the fierce move last night.

The simple microwave oven incident was habitually regarded as an enemy's invasion. This was a markedly overreacted reaction. He was laughed at next, and saw Yahan's body second. The point is that he still failed to adapt to the life of ordinary people. The pace, however, is really difficult to judge whether the life that belongs to ordinary people is good for him.

Of course, this idea is not troublesome, and what will happen if you ca n’t break through the heart barrier, as the comic book says. It ’s not a big deal, but you ca n’t help thinking about it. Sit on a bench outside. Snowflakes flew up and soon covered her. Soon after, Yahan seemed to notice him from there, looked at it on the window sill for a long time, wrapped in a coat, walked to the platform, opened the glass door and rushed out, panicking: "You, you, you, you ... what are you doing!"

"Uh, it's okay ..."

Suddenly rushing into this snow and ice world, even though he was wearing a coat, Yahan shivered coldly. On the snow, his feet were still in the state, and then he couldn't help but pull in Ming Jia.

"Hey, it's really okay. Don't look like this. I have qigong. Sitting out will only be good for me. Hey hey ..."

She hurriedly photographed the snow on Jiaming's body. Yahan wrapped his coat on Jiaming's body and then ran back to his room. "It's good to be strange. You're crazy. I haven't seen anyone freeze in the snow and ice." It will be good. You are wrong again ... "Pushing Jiaming on the bed, and then pulling up the quilt covered by him and wrapping it on his body, seeing that she seemed to want to remove the quilt from the cabinet, Jiaming cried and stopped her.

"Well, really, it's fine, I'm not cold at all ..."

"You are not allowed to lift it up, lift me up and turn my face, um ... I'll go down and cook the hot **** soup, and today I have **** left ..."

"Hey, aren't you ..." Seeing that Yahan really wanted to run out to make **** soup, Jia Ming smiled and took her hand, and yanked it. Ya Han fell unsteadily on the bed, then the quilt was depressed. Jia Ming, holding the edge of the quilt and pressing her shoulders to death, could not help but be a little puzzled. This woman always believed in her ability, and now the reaction is a little overdone.

"Let me go, do you want to catch a cold tomorrow?"

"I'm afraid you have a cold ..."

After struggling for a while, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com Ya Han looked at the smiling face that Jia Ming leaned down, and finally gave up the idea of ​​covering the quilt on Jia Ming with some anger. The room was quiet, four In contrast, the atmosphere became strange for a while.

"Well, I don't need a quilt, you just need to ... I'm afraid of you. I'll go back to sleep in the room, okay." Looking at Yahan who couldn't resist, Jia Ming began to fantasize as usual: this kind of posture kisses the most Well, most women can't resist it. Generally, they won't be bitten after kissing in bed, but they can move to the next step ...

Of course, this is just a matter of thinking. He has studied psychology. He used to pick up girls for certain needs in the past. Most of them are stable. However, he really puts himself in a state of ordinary people who need to pay his own feelings. It is undeniable that Jiaming is a bit slow. I ca n’t fall in love with Marilyn, it ’s purely going to bed and going to bed, and the quiet and rustling is formed by homeopathy. When friendship, love, and other things happen to me, a logical analysis ca n’t produce any results. As for To Yahan, he hadn't considered anything in this respect at all, so he couldn't feel the ambiguous moment.

Climbing out of bed before taking two steps, Ya Han's voice sounded: "You, you and so on, I have something to tell you ..."

"Uh?"