Hidden Assassin

Tick...tack, tick, tick... well, how about this melody...

Great.

Is it good? Well, write it, write it... but I think the latter part seems a bit strange. If it is changed to tick tick tick ... would it be better?

Well, it's really better than the one just now...

Please! Jia Ming, don't always tell me, okay! What I want is opinions! Opinions! You are so good at composing music, but you always put me off! I also want to write a good piano piece!

But I compose music through intuition... For example, when I think of a sentence intuitively, I think about how to sing it in my mind, and then I make it naturally. This is all intuition... I wish I could divide this intuition a little bit. for you……

Just a little bit?

Okay, it's all for you...

It's almost the same... woo, I'm still very depressed, you are a genius, I'm a fool...

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Wearing a wide shirt and white silk trousers that only reached the knees—Ling Jing in a cool summer dress fell down on the hospital bed with disheveled hair, making a bang, her slender hands and bare feet lifted up with the vibrations, and with a stroke of the pencil in her hand, it was just right. Touching the water glass on the bedside table, a moment later, Rusha, who was sitting next to the bedside table to catch up with her summer homework, jumped up.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-

Jia Ming, who was eating canned oranges on another hospital bed, froze for a moment, watching the two girls frantically saving their homework and drafts, patting the water stains on them desperately. And then. The stronger little she-wolf stood by the bed with her hands on her hips, and the weaker little white sheep half-lyed on the bed, looking at each other, sparks arose...

Ye Lingjing, your skin is itchy, aren't you?

I, I, I... you, you, what are you going to do...

My summer homework... Didn't you say that I have no inspiration for composing? Don't worry, I will have it soon!

Help...

Lingjing turned over and was about to run away from the other side of the hospital bed, but Shasha had already pounced on her and hugged her waist from behind, screaming. With a puff, Jia Ming almost spit out the food in his mouth. Holding the can, I was dumbfounded, and at this moment the two girls were struggling on the bed. Lingjing screamed and wanted to escape, but every time she was brought back by Shashala, the feeling of one after the other... Uh, very interesting...

After a while, Lingjing, who was already guilty, was turned over by Rusha, pressed down viciously under her body, and began to ruthlessly violence. There were begging for mercy, begging for help and even moaning in the ward. Jia Ming looked at the bandage wrapped around his chest, and began to eat canned food innocently... No, no, don't call me, I also feel powerless... Not long after, with the sound of the door opening, the hospital bed inside The two people on board stopped suddenly. After entering the room, Duan Jingxian stared blankly at the scene of her daughter being bullied, and closed the door smoothly.

Well……

The clothes and hair of the two girls who sat up from the bed were a little messy, and a button of Lingjing's shirt was even torn off. The lace of the bra was exposed, and both sides were in a stalemate for a moment. Shasha smiled embarrassingly, stepped back from the bed, held up the summer homework that was soaked in water, and began to complain: Lingjing spilled water on my homework. gone.

I've apologized... Lingjing sat on the bed and tightened her collar embarrassedly, then subconsciously shrunk her snow-white neck, but this movement was obviously trying to cover up, just now she was pinching, gnawing, and gnawing. A few eye-catching strawberries were planted, and Duan Jingxian was even more stunned. Jia Ming held up the can and raised his hand: It's actually like this...the two of them are gay.

Such blunt words did have some effect, Mother Ye smiled angrily, and patted Jiaming on the head: Stop talking nonsense, you guys...do you feel better today?

I want to leave the hospital.

Don't think about it! Mother Ye yelled out together with Lingjing and Shasha, causing Jiaming to shrink back in fright.

Your wound was a gunshot wound. Although you have been exercising and your physical fitness is much better than the average person, ten days is still too little time. Don't worry, won't Yahan help with the school registration? You give me Live here well, anyway, it is paid by the Zhang family... If you want to be a doctor in the future, the first thing you have to learn is how to get more patients into the hospital, hehe, let's experience it... After giving him a blank look, Mother Ye's tone softened , put his palm on Jia Ming’s forehead, and began to check and chatter daily, “That’s a gun, although it’s honorable to be brave, but don’t take advantage of it next time, no matter who is caught, it’s you My relatives are still good friends, the first thing to do is to call for talent, I was scared to death when you were sent in that day, if something happens to you, how can I explain to your parents...

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Since Jiaming was injured, Lingjing and Shasha moved their daily activities to the hospital, where they took care of Jiaming, played, read, and did homework. There were two beds in the big ward, one for Jiaming and two for Jiaming. The girl also occupies a bed, sometimes Lingjing sleeps here, sometimes Rustle, and sometimes, two girls sleep on the same hospital bed, it seems a bit ambiguous, and outsiders also see it. It is inevitable to guess, but for those who are familiar with each other, the friendship between the three people has been indistinguishable from each other since elementary school, and it has not changed since then.

As far as Ye Han and Duan Jingxian were concerned, they already knew that Shasha was Jiaming's girlfriend, and they had considered that it would be inappropriate for their daughter Lingjing to follow her here, but Lingjing's attitude was firm, and they had no choice. In a person's life, it is rare to have one or two friends who can be trusted with complete confidence. The two of them had such a friendship with Jia Ming's parents at the beginning. Now that Jia Ming's parents are dead, they have always regarded Jia Ming as their own. Now that Jiaming and Lingjing have such a good relationship with their biological son, they are naturally relieved to see it.

Jiaming's physique is very good, so good that even Duan Jingxian, who is a doctor, is surprised. Ye Han regards this kind of thing as his well-trained. As a result of Jiaming's hard work, even if he dared not hit people, the training process is always obvious here. The spirit of Chinese martial arts is not about hurting people, but about self-cultivation. He recovered well within a week after the operation, and in the next few days, Jia Ming shouted to be discharged from the hospital, and Duan Jingxian would nudge him for a long time every time, until Ling Jing was next to him and imitated Luo Jiaying.

Humans are born by fucking people; demons are born by fucking demons. When a demon has a kind heart, it is no longer a demon, it is a human demon... rustle. Do you understand, wow, mom , don't hit me in the face!.

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

After crying, because Jia Ming recovered well. The two girls regained their cheerful and optimistic attitude, but what happened one night made Jia Ming feel a little guilty.

It was the evening of the sixth day after the operation.

Because the two of them were too busy a few days ago, the vigil basically took turns. Every day, the quilt was lifted to look at Jiaming's wound wrapped in gauze, or sitting and talking by Jiaming's bed were common things. On the sixth day. Chest is certainly not good, but for Jia Ming, who has experienced life and death countless times, as long as his state at this time is not against top opponents. Basically, there is not much danger. That night, the chaotic state of the two girls a few days ago came to an end, so they accompanied Jia Ming in the hospital together. Jiaming shared a bed, and two girls shared a bed. In the middle of the night, Shasha seemed a little uneasy and tossed and turned on the bed. Naturally, such things could not be hidden from Jiaming. She got out of bed and drank water twice. After going to the toilet once, and getting out of bed for the last time, she walked to Jia Ming's bed, moved a stool and sat on it, then took Jia Ming's hand, lay down on the bedside and fell into a deep sleep. With Ming by her side, she didn't wake up naturally this time. When Jia Ming opened his eyes, black hair was pouring on the white sheet, and there was a good moonlight outside the window, which sprinkled in like silver powder, and he stroked the rustling hair with his other hand. Immediately, Ling Jing on the other side also woke up, lying sideways on the bed over there, looking at the scene here.

Sitting on the bedside to sleep like this is not good for people after all. Jiaming and Lingjing whispered a few words, and then asked Lingjing to hug Shasha and go back to sleep on the bed. Lingjing walked over and patted her gently. Rusha shook her shoulders, but she didn't wake up. After waiting for a while, Lingjing stretched out her hand to pick up the crook of Shasha's leg, and put the other hand into her armpit—after all, she had learned martial arts, and Shasha's body was also Not heavy, no big problem to pick her up.

Suddenly, Rusha screamed, startling both Jiaming and Lingjing.

Hoarse, weak, and hoarse, the moment Rusha's body was hugged, Jia Ming suddenly felt the hand that was hugged by her tighten, and then large drops of tears overflowed from her eyes, screaming Talking in dreams that others could not understand, her hand frantically grabbed Jia Ming's side, and patted his chest wound several times through the quilt, regardless of the quilt, bed sheet or Jia Ming's body, As long as he caught it, he pulled it desperately, and finally hugged Jiaming's body fiercely, talking in his sleep that he couldn't understand, and burst into tears.

Jiaming had only seen a similar situation with Shasha once before.

That time they were caught by Cao Dongfeng and his son. When Cao Dongfeng beat Jiaming, Shasha's hands and feet were tied to a chair. She struggled and cried on the chair, and then finally fell to the ground with the chair. That time, she cried Begging for mercy, while carrying the chair on his back, he moved inch by inch towards Jiaming, leaving a long trace on the ground. It seems to be somewhat similar to this situation.

It was naturally painful to be hit by Rusha on the chest. Shasha hugged him tightly, as if he had used all the strength in his body, but listening to her crying, Jia Ming suddenly felt a little at a loss, no matter what Even his previous experience could not help him cope with the situation in front of him. Lingjing gently comforted Rusha's back: She had a nightmare... The voice was also a little choked up, and then she uttered to Jiaming with a crying voice for a few days The first time I complained: You bastard...

Soon after, Shasha woke up, and the two girls hurriedly checked the condition of Jiaming's chest. Shasha cried and said sorry, she didn't mean it. No one has mentioned this matter since then. 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 also came on the third day, then the fifth day, and the eighth day, and then did not come again, probably to organize the opening of the Sacred Heart College, or to see See the haggard faces of Lingjing and Shasha, and the faces of laughing when they are playing.

The words are always those words, say thank you, say sorry, shouldn't have said that a while ago, did that, said you would still accept me as a friend, and so on. Occasionally, when Lingjing and Shasha left, she sat by the bed and looked very silent, her eyes were a little complicated, and she seemed to want to say something abrupt, but she couldn't say it in the end. The relationship between Jia Ming and Yahan was the most messy one he had felt since his rebirth. He couldn't put the disguise in front of Yahan. He was probably more embarrassed than Yahan. In a sense, he felt it. A small part of Yuan Lai Chaochuang's mood.

However, no matter what, we are friends again. Although it is meaningless, we should not be too cold when we meet at school in the future. It is really boring-he doesn't like this feeling, but knives, guns and killing techniques are here. Obviously unable to do anything about it.

Liu Zheng was actively preparing for the war with the Sanqing Gang, but a few days later, they asked for peace talks, and Huawei lowered their stance. After some negotiations, Liu Zheng, who was originally planning to fight to the death, also agreed to these things. They finally confirmed that the scar incident was not manipulated by them, and the grievances between the two gangs were temporarily resolved. Whether Ye Lian and the other gang of Guoan were involved in it was not something that Jia Ming, who was in the hospital, could know. He avenges himself, he doesn't want Liu Zheng to make a big deal for him, if he finds out afterwards that the Sanqing Gang ordered Dao Scar to come to Yahan, he can do murder at any time.

Xun returned to Jianghai on the afternoon of the third day. When she arrived at the hospital, her hands were wrapped in gauze, and her legs seemed to be inconvenient. The two of them didn't talk much. After that, Jiaming read a new martial arts novel on the bed and ignored her. Xun just sat by the bed and watched Jiaming's every move quietly. Put the box aside, if someone can look carefully, maybe they can find a little satisfaction from Xun's slightly soft face at a certain moment, and only in front of Jiaming, she has shown such an expression.

Excerpts from the few conversations are as follows:

What happened to the hands and feet?

I got into a fight with my family.

Trial? I thought Tian Yuzheng would find a way to let you avoid it? Did you get injured on purpose? Want to hide your strength?

shake your head...

That's very disappointing to me. With your family's level of trial, you should be able to win if you try your best. Basically, you will come every game, and you won't be beaten.

... Is Gu Jun caring about me?

Of course you are concerned about your strength, but...if you choose me as the first target to play with, I think you can be more reserved. I seem to prefer girls who are more reserved.

yes……

Afterwards, Xun came over every day, and didn't communicate much with Jiaming, occasionally helping with cooking, peeling an apple, and chatting more with Lingjing Rusha. Dongfang Wan also came twice. The factory started working. It rained heavily a few days ago and caused a landslide next to the factory. But fortunately, the problem is not serious. Let Jiaming not worry and heal his injuries. God testified, Jia Ming never worried about the factory. Dongfang Road also came once, and Lingjing apologized to him, saying that Jia Ming was a little emotional the day he was injured, and he shouldn't have thrown away his clothes.

Then, September.

The new semester has begun, the second year of high school. .