Hidden Assassin

"Dick ... Daddy, Daddy, Daddy ... well, what's the melody ..."

"very good."

"Are you good? Well, write it, write it ... But I think the latter part seems a little weird. Wouldn't it be better if I changed it to tickle?"

"Well, it's better than just now ..."

"Please! Jiaming, don't always tell me OK! What I want is opinions! Opinions! You compose so well, but you always perfuse me! I also want to write a great piano song!"

"But I compose by intuition ... For example, when I think of a sentence intuitively, I think about how to sing it, and then it comes naturally. This is all intuition ... I ca n’t wait to divide this intuition a little Give you……"

"Just a little bit?"

"Well, it's all for you ..."

"It's almost ... oh, still depressed, you're a genius, I'm a fool ..."

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Wearing a wide shirt and white silk trousers only to the knees—a cool, summer-looking, quiet cape slumped down on the hospital bed, making a slamming sound, the slender hand lifted barefoot with the vibration, and the pencil in his hand stroked just right. When I met the water glass on the bedside table, after a moment, I sat next to the bedside table and hurriedly jumped.

"Ahhhhhhhhh ..."

The family who was eating canned oranges on another hospital bed was confused, watching the two girls scrambling to rescue the workbook and drafts, slamming the water stains on it. And then. The more powerful little she-wolf was standing beside the bed with her hands on her hips. The weaker white sheep looked a little crouched and half-lying on the bed, staring at each other, sparking ...

"Ye Lingjing, is your skin itchy?"

"I, I, I ... you, what are you doing ..."

"My summer homework ... didn't you say that the composition was not inspired? You can rest assured that you will have it soon!"

"Help ..."

Ling Jing turned over and was about to run away from the other side of the hospital bed, but Shasha had swooped over and hugged her waist from behind, wow wow. With a loud noise, Jia Ming almost spit out the food in his mouth. Holding the cans, stunned, the two girls were struggling on the bed at the moment. Ling Jing shouted that she wanted to run away, but every time she was brought back by Sarasala, the feeling of one after another ... uh, it was fun ...

After a while, the guilty spirit was turned over by the rustling, and he was severely pressed under him, and began relentless violence. In the ward begging for mercy, crying for help and even groaning. Jia Ming looked at the bandages on his chest and began to eat canned food innocently ... No more, no more, don't call me, I'm so helpless ... After a short while, as the door opened, the bed inside The two talented people stopped abruptly. Entering the room, Jing Xian stared blankly at her daughter being bullied, and closed the door.

"Uh……"

Sitting on the bed, the two girls' clothes and hair were a little messy, and the quiet shirt even got a button off. The bra straps were exposed, and both sides were deadlocked for a moment, rustling with a smile, stepping down from the bed, holding up their summer job wet with water, and starting to complain: "Spiritually overturned the water on my homework. Now. "

"I apologize ..." Ling Jing sat tightly on the bed, tightening her collar, and then involuntarily shrunk her neck, but this movement was obviously a bit confusing, and she was sloppy now, now Duan Jingxian looked a little stunned after planting several eye-catching strawberries. Jia Ming raised his hand while holding a can: "Actually ... they are gay."

Such straightforward words played a role. Mother Ye smiled angrily and patted it at home: "Don't talk nonsense, you guys ... do you feel better today?"

"I want to be discharged."

"Don't think about it!" Mother Ye cried out with Ling Jing and Shasha, scaring Jiaming's neck.

"Your gunshot wound. Although you have been exercising and your physical fitness is much better than the average person, you still have a little less than ten days. Rest assured. Is n’t Yahan going to help with the famous things, you give I live here well, anyway, it's also the money from the Zhang family ... If you want to be a doctor in the future, the first thing you need to learn is how to put the patient in the hospital, huh, let's experience it ... "He gave him a glance, Ye Ye tone He turned soft, put his palm on Jiamingdi ’s forehead, and began daily routine inspections and chanting. It ’s your relatives or good friends. Calling talents first is the most important thing to do. The day you are sent in, you can scare me to death. If you do something, how can I tell your parents ... ”

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Since Jiaming was injured, Lingjing and Shasha moved the daily activities to the hospital, where they care for Jiaming and play ~ www.readwn.com ~ to do homework. There are two beds in the large ward, Jia Mingyi Zhang, the two girls also took one, sometimes sleeping peacefully here, sometimes rustling, and sometimes, the two girls squeezed into a bed to rest, looking a little ambiguous, Outsiders seem to be unavoidable to guess, but to familiar people, the three have no friendship with each other since elementary school, and has continued to this day.

For Ye Han and Duan Jingxian, they already know that Shasha is Jia Ming's girlfriend, and have considered that it is not appropriate for her daughter, Ling Jing, to follow here, but they have no choice but to be determined. In my life, it is rare to have one or two friends who can be completely trustworthy. The two of them had such a friendship with Jiaming's parents. Now, Jiaming's parents have died, and they have always regarded Jiaming as their own. My son, Jiaming and Lingjing have such a good relationship now, and they are naturally relieved to see it.

Jia Ming's physique was very good, to the extent that even Duan Jingxian, who was a doctor, was surprised, and Ye Han regarded this kind of thing as his training. Jia Ming endeavored hard, even if he didn't dare to hit people, but the training process is always here. The spirit of Chinese martial arts is not hurting people, but self-cultivation. He recovered well within a week after the operation. A few days later, Jia Ming was eager to be discharged. Each time, he would be stunned by Duan Jingxian for half a day until Ling Jing learned Luo Jiaying next to him.

"Humans are born of human fucking; demon. They are born of demon fucking. When the demon has a kind heart. It is no longer a demon, it is a **** ... Shasha. Do you understand, wow, mom Don't hit my face! "

In fact, just after Jia Ming had the operation, Lingjing and Sharsha cried fiercely for two days.

After crying, the situation was good due to Jia Ming's recovery. The two girls resumed their optimistic attitude, but what happened one night made De Jiaming feel a little guilty.

It was the sixth day and night after the operation.

Since the two were too tired a few days ago, vigils were basically in rotation. Every day, it was common for the quilt housekeeper Ming to wrap his gauze wounds, or to sit and talk by the bed at home. On the sixth day. Of course, the chest is not good, but for countless times of life and death Jia Ming, the state at this time as long as not against the top opponent. Basically there is not much danger. That night, the two girls' chaos a few days ago also came to an end, so they accompanied Jia Ming in the hospital together. Jiaming had a bed, and the two girls squeezed into a bed. When it was late at night, the rustling mood seemed a little disturbed and turned over on the bed. Naturally, things couldn't be hidden from Jiaming. She got out of bed and drank twice. I went to the toilet once, after the last time I got out of bed, she went to Jiaming's bed, moved the stool to sit, and took one of Jiaming's hand, and fell directly to the bed and slept heavily, as if because of home Ming was by her side, and this time she did not wake up naturally. When Jia Ming opened his eyes, the black hair poured on the white sheets, there was good moonlight outside the window, and silver powder poured in. He stroked his rustling hair with his other hand. Then the spirit on the other side woke up, lying on the side of the bed, looking at the scene.

Sitting on the bed and sleeping like this is not good for people after all. Jiaming and Lingjing whispered a few words, and then let Lingjing hold the rustle or go back to bed. Lingjing came over and gently patted him. She rustled her shoulders, but she didn't wake up. After waiting for a while, she quietly reached out and picked up Sha Sha's legs and bent her other arm into her armpit-after all, she has learned martial arts, and her body is also No, it's not a big problem to lift her up.

Suddenly, Shasha shouted, startling Jiaming and Lingjing.

Husky was hoarse, weak, and hoarse. When Shasha's body was being lifted, Jia Ming suddenly felt the hand that she was holding tight, and then a large drop of tears burst out of her eyes and shouted. Her dreams were incomprehensible, and her hand was madly grasping at Jiaming. She patted him several times on the wound on his chest across the quilt, regardless of the quilt, bed sheet, or Jiaming's body. As soon as I grabbed it, I desperately pulled it, finally finally hugged Jiaming's body severely, uttering incomprehensible dreams, and burst into tears.

In a similar situation, Jia Ming had only seen Sasa once before.

At that time, they were caught by Cao Dongfeng's father and son. When Cao Dongfeng beat Jiaming, Shasha was tied to the chair with hands and feet. She struggled and cried on the chair, then finally fell to the ground with the chair. On that occasion, she cried. Begging for mercy, while moving the chair side by side towards Jiaming, pulling a long mark down the ground. It seems similar to this time.

Spurs were shot in the chest, and naturally it was painful. Sassa hugged him tightly, and the clasping force seemed to have exerted all the strength, but listening to her crying, Jia Ming suddenly felt a little helpless, no matter what None of his experiences can help him deal with the situation in front of him, and quietly gently soothed Savan's back: "She has a nightmare ..." The voice also choked a little, and then spoke to Jia Ming with a crying voice for a few days Complain for the first time: "You **** ..."

Soon after, Shasha woke up, and the two girls scrambled to check the condition of Jiaming for Jiaming. Shasha cried and said I'm sorry, she didn't mean it. This matter has not been mentioned since, there are some things in this world that are only suitable to be remembered and need not be mentioned.

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Yahan came to the hospital on the second day after the operation, and came on the third day, then the fifth day, the eighth day, and then did not come again. It was about to organize the opening of the Sacred Heart College, or to see To the face of Ling Jing and Sha Shabang, the face that laughed when playing.

The words are always those words, say thank you, say sorry, I should n’t say that some time ago, do that, say you will still accept my friend, and so on. Occasionally when Ling Jing and Sasa left, she sat silent beside the bed, her eyes were a little complicated, she seemed to want to say something abrupt, but in the end, she couldn't say it. The relationship with Yahan was the most chaotic one that Jia Ming felt since he was born again. He couldn't put his disguise in front of Yahan. He was more awkward than Yahan. Yuan Lai Chaochuang a small part of the mood.

However, no matter what, everyone is a friend again. Although it does n’t make much sense, but it ’s not too cold to meet in school in the future. It ’s really boring. He does n’t like this feeling, but the sword and killing tactics are There is obviously nothing that can be done about this.

Liu Zheng was actively preparing for a war with the Sanqing Gang, but a few days later, he asked for peace talks there, and Huawei lowered his attitude. After some negotiations, Liu Zheng, who was planning to fight for your life, agreed to these things, after all They finally confirmed that the scars were not manipulated by them and temporarily resolved the grievances between the two gangs. Whether or not Ye Lian and other gangs of Guoan were dealing with it was not known by Jia Ming who was in the hospital. Reporting his own hatred, he didn't want Liu Zheng to make a big deal for him. If afterwards he was investigated to find out that it was indeed the Sanqing Gang who directed the scar to find Yahan and kill, he could do it at any time.

Xun returned to Jianghai in the afternoon of the third day. When he rushed to the hospital, he was wrapped in gauze, and his legs seemed a little inconvenient. The two didn't talk much. After that, Jia Ming read a new martial arts novel on the bed and ignored her. Xun also just sat by the bed, watching Jia Ming's every move, little luggage. Putting the box aside, if someone can look closely, at a certain moment, you can find a trace of satisfaction from Xun's slightly soft face, and she only showed this expression in front of Ming Ming.

A few excerpts of the conversation are as follows:

"What happened to the hands and feet?"

"Fight with family."

"Trial? I thought Tianyu Zhenghui would find a way to avoid you? Are you injured intentionally? Want to hide your strength?"

Shake his head ...

"That will disappoint me ~ www.readwn.com ~ If you try at your level, you should be able to win with all your efforts. Basically, it will come all the way without beating you."

"... Is Gu Jun concerned about me?"

"Of course I'm concerned about your strength, but ... if you make me the first to play around, I think you can be more subtle, I seem to like girls more subtle."

"Yes……"

Xun Xun would come here every day, and there was not much communication with Jia Ming. Occasionally he helped to cook, cut an apple, and talked with Ling Jingsha more. Dongfang Wan also came twice, the factory started, and heavy rain a few days ago caused a landslide next to the factory, but fortunately, the problem is not big, so Jiaming don't worry about it and take good care of the injury. God testified that Jia Ming never worried about the factory. Dongfang Road also came once, and Lingjing apologized to him, saying that Jia Ming was emotional on the day of the injury, and he should not throw away his clothes.

Then, in September.

The new semester begins, sophomore year. *