Hidden Assassin

Staying in the room this morning, Mike came once, and soon left to vaguely notice the intimate division between Jiaming and Yahan. Although it is impossible to think that these two will be lovers, most of them can feel the atmosphere. One's sudden feeling among them.

When Mike came, he ran into the bathroom and changed his conservative winter clothes. When the unfavorable black young man left, he lay down on the bed and continued reading. At noon, he climbed up in a spirited spirit, after all, Yahan It's not an onset, and maybe better than ordinary people. After a long rest, he recovered.

"Dinner at noon, to see Mike in the afternoon and they fight?" Ya Han asked simply dressing up in front of the mirror.

"Well, anyway, they let us hitchhike and helped us so much. Besides, I think he is also interesting to you ... poor people, don't go to the rescue with heart ..."

"Cut ..." Ya Han gave him a glance. "You'll talk bluntly. He lives in a democratic and free country. He's just fine."

"Well, he's a good guy, I understand ..."

"Oh, I'm too lazy to care about you ..." When she was still in harmony with Lingjing and Shasha, Jiaming often taught the skills of giving good cards to others, and naturally knew the joke in Jiaming's words. After finishing the dressing, the two talked and went downstairs. After lunch, they walked out of the hotel. The snow had completely stopped. The sky had a cool and clear atmosphere. The roads, roofs and trees were all covered with snow.

"The snow has stopped, and it looks like the plane will soon resume traffic, which should not affect us going home after Christmas."

"I don't know how my mother is now."

"She's okay. I called this morning to ask, except to be more temperamental. There are no major problems ... Oh, your mother is quite funny."

"Interesting? Yeah, people in their thirties are just like a kid ..."

"Aren't you the same?"

"... Ignore you ... Actually, my mother was very quiet when she was just married. Later, when everyone became familiar, she became a chicken. I really miss my mother at that time ..."

"Are you taking a nap while walking around?"

"alright."

"Did your father know her character when she married her?"

"Dad knows it, but I don't know, and the two of them didn't marry because of love or something. The aunt was very awesome to the dad, of course, she didn't dare to be a chicken in front of the dad ... Mom was n’t a rich man before she got married, and maybe she suddenly got married at home, and she felt like she had to keep her face in order to make her take it seriously. In fact, I know my mother always wanted to be my dad. It ’s best to have a boy to inherit the family's things, but dad is not willing. "

"how?"

"That's the problem between him and my biological mother. Dad and mother are married. My grandfather has a good business in Beijing. I don't know how they talk about it. The grandfather asks if the parents have The child must give priority to the child to inherit the Zhang family. Originally, it could only be considered an oral agreement, but I do n’t know why, the father went to tie it ... ”She looked up,“ Well, if you think about it, will they not It ’s actually very emotional ... ”

"Who knows about grownups? You were young then."

"But in my impression, the two of them are not too close, always my mother took me at home alone." Ya Han took a breath, "the first child they gave birth to. It was me, Because it was a girl, I was going to give birth to another. I heard that my mother was pregnant again, but I accidentally miscarried, and I never got pregnant again. For this matter, I was trained as a leader for a few years. Mom died shortly after, and I had a strange problem with snoring. At that time, I didn't like my dad, and I was inconsistent with everything, so he didn't let people teach me those things. But then I listened He said that after his mother was buried, he went to ligation ... "

There was one to one and the other said that white fluttering snow flakes fell from the roadside tree from time to time, if the vibration was greater. There was a big puff of snow falling down, and Jia Ming took a little snow and put it in his mouth: "You can get it from the doctor to get rid of it, and then you can have a baby again."

"Yeah, but Dad has no idea what to do. I would rather believe that he is more serious and old-fashioned, and promised to do it. In fact, I hope my mother can give birth to a boy for Dad. I have thought about it several times. Dad said, but our relationship has been relatively rigid these years, and now I think of it, mostly because of me. "

Jia gave her a clear look and raised her eyebrows strangely: "Why suddenly thought about introspection?"

Ya Han smiled: "Happiness, it is easy to think of those things. What was wrong before, what I did wrong, I really want to change everything. In fact, I was a bit too proud before, and my relationship with many people has not been well, right Some family members also have the same attitude towards work. In fact, they hate that they always think about their dad's status and have been suffocating with them for so many years ... "She waved her fist." Today, it is Zhang Yahan's new life On the first day, be a good mistress. Of course, you must learn to make your temper softer and more understanding ... "

"I always feel guilty about mistresses and mistresses ... Will I send you an advanced worker in the future ..."

"Yeah yeah, guilt kills you ..."

Although talking about mistresses and other topics, the smile on Ya Han's face was real, as if returning to the time when the last gap occurred, two people, one large and one small, always used to make trouble. It's just that Jiaming's height is now on par with Yahan. Although he still looks naive as a boy, he can surpass Yahan shortly after he wants to come. Of course, at that time, the two of them might still be unable to piece together a standard couple look. For them, in fact, the unbridled feelings like sister or brother or close friends accounted for more.

Traveling all the way, shortly after leaving the town, you can see the abandoned factory building covered by snow in the distance. Mike's heads-up will not be carried out until more than three in the afternoon, but there is nothing to do. Decided to go over and wait. Before coming close, the rhythmic sound of heavy metal music came far away.

"It's an incomprehensible faint taste ...

Grunting, the two stepped forward. I saw several men and women standing at the door of the factory building, talking, and they seemed to be young people in the town-of course, in fact, it was not a door. The whole side of the factory building was open, and the inside was a rectangle. The space below is empty, and the corridor on the second floor can also go up. It looks like an indoor basketball court. The roof of the tiling has been broken in several places, but they are all in small places. In addition to more than a dozen men and women throughout the venue, there are old speakers, locomotives, televisions, tables and chairs, several burning hot plates and a lot of messy things. There are two boxing sandbags hanging next to it, and two people are working hard. During the exercise, one was a heroine woman with a yellow cloth strip around her head, and the other was a black Gamal who challenged Mike yesterday. He looks sturdy, probably half a head taller than Mike, and is punching the punching bag.

There were also two middle-aged people in their forties who looked fit. Should be veterans, one of them stood in the sandbag, watching Gamor's exercise.

The music is high. It looks like this is a private meeting place for young people in the town, and it is also completely open to the public, because when Jia Ming and Ya Hanchao nodded, they nodded friendly, and there was no intention of blocking. They looked at the interior of the abandoned factory building. Then moved a chair to a hot plate to warm his hands. However, as foreigners, the two were always more noticeable. After a while, the black Gamore stopped practicing boxing and came over with a smile.

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"Hi. Hello, friends." He stretched out his hand to the two with a smile, and naturally they would inevitably stand up and shake their hands. This man was friendly and didn't seem to pretend at this time. "Don't Attention, there are some things between me and Mike, but nothing is too much. Something that happened with us is just a convention. After it has been done, everything will be left behind. The two think what is going on here ? "

"Oh, that's alright……"

The two sides talked for a while, the hooded woman also stopped coming to practice boxing, and then came two more people. Jiaming also probably understood that most of these people came to Yahan. Of course, everyone who loves beauty In short, this is not a big deal. The woman wearing a headscarf should be the girlfriend of Gamore, named Shirley, and Yahan also seems to have a three-point comparison. Women are all like this, and naturally it is not a big deal. . This woman has a very strong build, and she looks quite punchy when she punches. If she fights, she may not be her opponent.

These days, if Americans who are not really interested in understanding China, they actually have quite a misunderstanding of this Eastern country. However, it is impossible to ask in front of beauties, "Is your country going to the toilet or cleaning with a straw rope? "In the eyes of this group of Americans, China's most legendary art is undoubtedly kung fu. After a while, the topic turns to this aspect. Someone asked jokingly if Yahan would, Ya Han blinked and pointed at Jia Ming.

"I can't, but my brother has learned."

Jia Ming gave an innocent glance to Ya Han, who was pouting and laughing. At this time, Gamor and others had coaxed Jia Ming to perform. Jia Ming only said that the martial arts were learned and played, and now I've almost forgotten. Where can I go? You are better than Yunyun. A group of people were also curious about the so-called Chinese Kung Fu. The woman named Shirley laughed and only acted. Seeing that Jiaming was still a teenager, she expressed interest to practice with him.

"Don't worry, don't be shy, we won't hurt you, come and perform one ..."

As a few people roared, Jiaming reluctantly stood up and wanted to go to Yahan in secret, and Yahan had already jumped aside with a smile. Seeing that he seemed to have a loose intention, more than a dozen people near and far gathered together here with a smile. Naturally, they would not think that Jia Ming would have any profound Chinese kung fu. The two veterans also seemed quite interested in "Chinese Kung Fu."

"Uh, okay, since you have to come." Jia Ming glanced at the people around him. "Then I will show you the same skill. Are you sure you want to come?"

She was given a deep glance by Shijia, but Shirley felt a little guilty, and then nodded with a smile: "Of course."

"Okay, ready to start, please ... well, wait a minute ..."

Jia Ming said, standing in the crowd, and made an upright posture. After a few seconds, with an exaggerated deep breath, he tightly took his left fist, extended it slowly and solemnly, then With a serious look at the woman in front, "Are you ready?"

"Well, you're ready." Because Jia Ming's expression was too serious, Shirley couldn't help raising his voice, his expression was serious.

"OK, then ... please grab my hand." Jia Ming left his fist clenched and nodded.

"Uh?"

"Please grab my hand."

"Oh."

The woman nodded and stretched out a hand, holding Jiaming's left arm: "Is this here?"

"Whatever you want, as long as you feel like you've caught it, are you sure you've caught it?"

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"Really."

"I think you are better with two hands. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter with two hands. The important thing is that you hold on."

With Jia Ming's serious words, the atmosphere of the scene seemed to become a little tense. I confirmed over and over again that it looked like a magic stage. Everyone held their breath, waiting for what kind of stunt he could use to make himself. Hands out of control.

"Well, now that you're sure you're hurry up, prepare, one, two, three, watch out!"

At that moment, Shirley clenched Jiaming's left hand tightly. Then, Jiaming waved and a trembling sound rang on her forehead. Because it was winter, the trembling sound was especially crisp.

Shocked by the crowd, Shirley's hands grasped Jiaming's motionless left arm tightly, and it took a while for him to raise his head stupidly. Jiaming grabbed his hair with his right hand, blinked, and She looked innocently ...