Hidden Assassin

(Two) the most unlucky day

"The train from Platform 4 to Nantianmen is about to enter the station—"

"This train ... at Huangtuling Station waiting for the express train to pass ..."

If it is not necessary, Jiaming rarely goes to work by subway, after all, there is not a short distance from the residence.

The crowd in the morning passed the ticket gate, and they followed the stairs to the basement. This is not the starting station. The people are not too dense, but there is not much room for calm transcendence.

"Ah! Ah ..."

As if it was the sixth sense before the danger came, Jia Ming stood still. There was a woman's exclamation behind her. Something, with the wind pressure, felt like it was coming down.

Wu Jiaming had only half the time to turn around, and that moment of flashing light-an adult woman, almost crashed parallel to the stairs, and this position of his standing was exactly on the track that the other party had to fall. It ’s too late to think about it. In fact, even if you want to let it go, as a natural reaction ... a kind of instinct, he subconsciously stretched out an arm—

Tear and pull ———

The sleeve of the arm that was stretched out was caught in the woman's hand, and there was a little left on the shoulder ... Jia Ming's eyes widened ... Blank for a while.

的 New clothes just made last summer .........

This situation can only be attributed to the fact that he is really bad enough. Even if it is purely to ease the depression in his heart, Jiaming cannot blame the woman. After all, this is only an accident. If you blame it on the irresponsible people, you will avoid the crowd in time. You are even more stupid, who makes you unobtrusive? In short, this is what is called bad luck.

I had a nightmare and I missed the bus and didn't eat breakfast at night. Now, one of my sleeves has been taken off ..... how should I digest this ensuing bad luck ...

"Are you okay?" An elderly woman asked the woman who fell down the stairs caringly and took out her handkerchief for her.

The woman wore a conservative long dress, the kind of long-slip shoulder-length dress that had been popular in the last century. The skirt was a single-color woolen cloth with a thick long-sleeved sweater. First of all, the overall impression is that she is old-fashioned. In fact, she is only 26 years old this year, it is her youth, but she is wearing this dress inappropriately. It can be said that she is not alone in the city streets. It is also extremely rare.

A person ca n’t stand up, a shoulder strap falls off tremblingly to her arm, and she does n’t care. She ignores other people ’s concerns. She has no response except to tremble. Then the middle-aged woman thought that this person would not be stupid. Or was he a fool? After all, how can an adult fall from such a high place, and he can't say the tone and hesitates: "Hey, you ... are you all right?"

"Ah ..... is ... this person ...." She seemed to think of something, and tremblingly pointed at Jia Ming, "It was him ... ...! He pushed me down! "

It seemed that Jiaming's shocked speechless silence at this time gave her the confidence to judge herself. She stood up from the ground, and the woman put her hands on her chest, and complained with a more emotional excitement. "I am He was pushed down! "

What a **** ... What a **** ... It's not decent ... The crowd is talking a lot. Although it is the peak period of work now, many passers-by have come around to give pointers. Most of the eyes on Xiang Jiaming include contempt and accusation.

Jia Ming put his hands over his shoulders down, his character was the type that would become detached when he was angry, but at the time he spoke for the first time, but seemed to be stating that he had nothing to do with himself. Things: "Did you fall from above?"

"——How can I push you down when I'm already down the stairs?"

"咦?" The woman looked at the place where she had stood, confused, "Ah ..." Suddenly realizing that she had just wronged a good person, she covered her mouth in disbelief.

"Oh-", the onlookers were astonished, and they dispersed as birds and beasts.

诬 The innocence of being ravaged by others was preserved, but the rotten clothes could not be helped after all, and Jia Ming thought that today was indeed the most unlucky one. It is ugly to continue wearing clothes, just take off your jacket and put it in your arms to continue on your way. You can't even miss the subway.

But the woman ran up to keep up and shouted, "Wait a minute ........ I'm sorry, I ......... Please wait a minute!"

"........what's up?"

"Sorry! I ..." She was holding a large shopping paper bag in her hand at the moment, "I was really sorry just now!"

"Forget it." Originally, there was no delusion. Jiaming's most important thing now is to catch the subway. After a little expression, he continued to walk towards the platform.

"Oh ... wait, wait ... your coat ... I'm in charge of sewing!"

"It all becomes like this, no need to make up."

"I will sew it up! ......... Really, I promise!" She lowered her head and grasped the coat on Jiaming's hand tightly.

Even Jiaming, who is completely out of needle and thread, probably knows that the repaired clothes are incomparable with the original, not to mention this is a coat, "I say you ... if you really apologize, can you please Do you care about this? "

"But ..."

"I'm in a hurry, that's all for now ... okay, I'll give it to you, I can't wear it anyway."

The two had been pulling and pulling to the platform, Jia Ming let go and turned away. The woman held the tattered clothes in her arms and stayed in place.

Get out of the ticket gate, bad ..... wallet, left in the suit but did not take it out .........

How to explain the process of apology and press the table afterwards, in short, it is a hurry to hurry, as soon as you enter the door and say hello to a colleague who is already reading the newspaper, the colleague is not surprised why Da Leng Tianjiaming did not wear a coat.

Unexpectedly, there weren't many people in the office at this time. "What about others?"

"Go to work flexibly, come at ten o'clock, and went to drink last night."

"Late?" The other party put down the newspaper that had been turned over once, "You can also report to work flexibly."

"Oh, no ... I haven't worked for more than a year and can't report to work flexibly." Jia Ming is a company that joined at about this time last year. Almost a year has passed and he finally got used to the new position.

"Ah ...... and such a rule?"

A phone call came in from the office at this time, "Gu Jiaming, the 3rd line is from the GB system." Jia Ming worked for that software company for a while.

Tong Jiaming picked up the handset and lowered his voice: "Enough, I'm still at work ..."

"Ah ~~ because of that-the ghost accounting system you have-is there a thing with a lot of load? That's the one-"

You came and talked with me over the telephone line for a long time, "This will not be the next time!"

"Don't be so ruthless ..... Teach me ......... It's too much trouble to check them one by one."

Wu Jiaming: "............."

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Speaking of them, I am also a person who is nearing the end of Ben San. At this age, many things are repeated and repeated, and some experience in life has been accumulated. On this basis, I will occasionally have some feelings. Blessings are good, and misfortunes are not singular. People are unlucky. There are always more than one bad thing, and it will not leave you a buffer time. At 7:40 in the afternoon, it was early in the early spring and it was already the first day of the Huadeng Festival. The worst day ever was the end. When Jia Ming walked out of the building where the office was located, he finally realized the old saying .

"The South District Garden Station has arrived ..... there are passengers who get off, please bring your belongings ..."

Tong Huai was carrying the borrowed stored-value card, and Jia Ming and the bustling crowd poured out from the subway station. When passing the lost property rail, he didn't have much hope, just glanced at nothing.

非常 I'm very sorry this morning. I handed over your prepaid card to the station.

句话 This sentence written on the white board with an oil-based pen, with his name and stored-value card number below, is so eye-catching in the middle of many owners' names.

"Thank you for writing your address and name here ... Contact information ..."

At the station's information desk, the staff handed a signature pen to Jia Ming. On the table in front of him was an 8-note book, and many similar careless ghosts had been recorded one after another. There is also a column that records the name of the person who picked it up. It is optional for the other party to write or not. In fact, many of this column are blank. When Jia Ming found his name in the column of the owner, he suddenly wrote "Ye Lingjing" next to him.

Ye Lingjing ........ Ye Lingjing ........ The name is very good, and ... I always feel that this name, where I have seen it before, this is a sense of sight ? ..... Having said that, based on the impression of the morning, there is no way to see "spirit" and "quietness".

"Is there anything else missing? Please confirm with me again."

So I checked the contents of the wallet, stored value card, driver's license, ID card, business card printed by the company, bank card, and a few banknotes with a very serious and responsible staff member. Jia Ming took it and turned it over. He accidentally found it inside. One more neatly folded note: put the jacket on me again, Ye Lingjing. Below is her contact information and address.

There is no need to hurry, he relaxed and walked the subway station to the residence. This area is far from the urban area. It was originally a tidal flat on the river bank. It was developed into a residential dense residential area a few years ago. In addition to a few deserted supermarkets and real estate agents, the lights are still on. It is difficult to find people on the streets. The sound of the engine of the vehicle is faintly heard from a distance, from small to loud, and then gradually disappears-

As if the whole city and the whole world under the sky are left alone.

In fact, he usually arrives at this time, usually in mess, often overtime, colleagues' meals, and occasional purchases. It feels that the time between dinner and 8-9 o'clock in the evening is always very fast. , And then do anything to kill time, you can turn off the lights to sleep, and the day is over.

Regarding the so-called pain, no matter how big the impact is at the beginning, even if it can't be completely smoothed, it will eventually be pressed to the invisible bottom layer after time deposition, but if the water is stirred up one day, the bottom residue will turn up, and How about it?

那个 The dream last night triggered a painful memory of the past, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Even if the family understands that the sky can suppress the indifference by the noise from all directions, but now that it is alone, the feeling of belonging to the past becomes stronger, and it is impossible to bury it back again. Give up. Looking back from this perspective, perhaps the most unlucky day may actually be welfare.

The unit that Jia Ming is still offering is a small apartment for single young people. In order to win this kind of building, it is usually built very high. Normal people generally prefer the third floor and the fourth floor. He chose the top floor of the unpopular, Time is money, and the money he saves is wasted on the elevator.

"You're finally back!"

"I thought you weren't coming back! Worried about death!"

"It took me a lot of work to find this! I walked from the train station! Even if there is a sign at the gate of the community, it's hard to find it!" As if she knew him well, she bent and stood up and patted the dust while complaining. Naturally, there was no twist of attitude, and the long black hair under the turban shook in the air as she moved.

"What expression do you have! Have you forgotten me?"

The man who made Jiaming unable to give up now appeared to him: leaning against the wall of the elevator door, raising his head and greeting him happily, with a large one-sided shoulder bag on the tile floor beside her.

Tong Jiaming's hands trembled unnaturally, and he couldn't do anything when he wanted to squeeze his fist. She approached him innocently and looked at him, seeming to be very puzzled as to why he didn't speak-shouldn't it be the wrong person, then she's embarrassed today!

"How do you ... now ..."

As if from the answer she found evidence confirming the identity of the other party, she stood up and smiled with satisfaction—

"Gu Jiaming! It's been a long time!"