[Mr. and Mrs. Smith] Sister is not good

"My wife is a very special woman. She will show unusual wisdom in those clear eyes, and occasionally show bloodthirsty ferocity on that innocent and immature face." .Heh, just like me, our masked life is going on in such a contradictory way.”

Today, he is still young, and occasionally looks back on their encounter like an old white-haired old man.That's God's guidance.

"DI, next month is...anniversary, do you want to go on vacation?" Brother's voice came to his ears through the phone line, and Dimock wanted to hang up in disdain, but he still patiently listened to him continue as one Sissy babbling about trifles.Can't help but snort, brother like this, how can he manipulate the entire killer organization?

My brother was chattering "nonsense" and wasting time.He also gossiped about things that Dimock didn't want to care about at all, saying that some close subordinates in the killer organization also went to that place, a small town in Florida with a good climate near the sea, which is very suitable for leisure and relaxation.

"I see."

Even though he was impatient, after hanging up the phone, Dimock decisively booked a ticket and was ready to go.

He knew that if he continued to stay in this land, and meet that crushing anniversary again... Dimoke didn't know what he would do then?To kill, or, like a terrorist organization he once despised, to take revenge on society?

…When he came to Florida, he gradually lived the life of a hermit.He goes to the park to paint in the morning, reads in the afternoon, and does some swimming exercises in the afternoon. In the evening, he leans on the single sofa, shaking a red wine glass alone, and listening to boring piano music.

Occasionally, some neighbors expressed a little curiosity about his reclusive life.He knew that his external skin was good, and his appearance was not bad.But who can feel it?Under the cover of his gorgeous appearance, there is a decadent heart that is almost rotten!Even I despise myself, but I still just want to degenerate and escape from something.

How long has his spirit been in flight? ... It's been so long that he has forgotten it!

Painting is his daily homework, because art can cultivate sentiment, according to the ancient saying, it can make people more kind, and keep them away from evil and devils.But, is it really useful?

It was a gloomy and gloomy dawn, with thick clouds covering the top, as if there would be no sun to rescue the darkness today, lonely and desperate.Blinking his eyes on the bed, quietly experiencing the bitterness of insomnia, tossing and turning, then resolutely got up, picked up the backpack with the easel on his back, and went to the park to paint quietly as usual.

The paintings made by him are always empty, whether it is deep mountains and old forests, or bustling night markets and pedestrian streets, Dimoke can paint very vividly, but never lacks soul.He tried, but he still didn't want to draw people, so his paintings today are still only street scenes, empty street scenes that should be lively.There was no one on the road.

The sky was getting darker, but he didn't want to go home.The park today is very empty, except for another path, a little boy on a bicycle anxiously by the bushes.The boy looked less than ten years old, and looked anxious as if he was rushing home before it rained.

With a sound of "Oops", the boy fell down, then sat on the ground and began to cry, which was very unmanly in Dimock's view.

... He really wanted to teach that boys should not be like fragile dolls like this, but stand upright!

Sighing insignificantly, Dimock still walked over, helped the boy up, helped him repair the car inexplicably, and checked it again.

"Thank you brother, you are a good person." Children are sensitive, and boys should have already noticed that Dimoke's cold face looks like an emissary from the underworld, which is a little scary.But after a long silence, the boy who stopped crying still said submissively, the tutor was good and polite.

Dimock shook his head, the corners of his lips were stiff and he couldn't smile at all.He paused, stood up straight, and stroked the boy's head: "I don't think I'm that kind... It's just that I once had a younger brother, and then I lost him." So with bloody hands, he also learned Ridiculously helping little boys.But after all, any boy is not the younger brother who has occupied his life for more than ten years!

The boy stared at him blankly, as if he didn't quite understand what Dimock's vague words meant.The rain began to fall, and Dimock's cold expression finally made the boy lose the desire/desire to find out. He hurriedly rode on the small car and galloped home.

It seems that he can't be happy about doing anything. Dimock only feels that the depression in his chest is more lush. Now he wants to go to the front line of a certain battlefield, and he wants to vent something with blood on his hands.

He walked slowly back to his easel, but saw that someone was already there.

A thin figure was holding an umbrella to shield his easel from wind and rain. The figure was concentrating on observing the drawing, and Dimmock couldn't see the expression of that person clearly.I just feel that this scene is a bit familiar... At that time, he was painting and his younger brother was still a troublesome child.

Once when he was away, the weather suddenly became windy and it was about to rain.Dimock rushed home and found his younger brother holding his childish small umbrella. He was too short, standing on tiptoes, struggling to shield his drawings from the wind and rain.The younger brother was completely soaked, but he still stubbornly refused to leave. There was a house that was protected from the rain a few steps away, so why didn't he go in!

Dimock remembered that he had taught him a lesson.

The younger brother's stubborn eyes were like yesterday, and the tone of his firm statement that "drawings are also very important" still echoed loudly in his ears... Dimoke slightly clenched his fingertips, staring at the figure in front of him in a daze.Her umbrella was not big enough. In order to protect the fragile paper, the girl's shoulders were already soaked, but she didn't move her body. She just stared at the painting in a daze, occasionally giggling, and regretting occasionally.

... Can she understand?Can you understand that he is obviously irritable and cold-blooded, but he blindly paints poetic and peaceful paintings to cover it up?

The rain hit Dimok's face mercilessly, causing him some pain.But it wasn't tears... He hasn't cried for a long time, even when his brother left.

But that was worse.

People can't be too strong, tears won't come out, they will only accumulate in the heart, become extremely sour, like a century old wine, fermenting continuously.One day, that depression will destroy something important.

He had a momentary urge to hug that figure and reprimand him loudly, just like back then: "You boy, are you stupid? You won't hide yourself when it rains. This painting is not important at all, just to prevent you from messing around." Killing innocents is just a pastime for practice, I'm not a sour artist!"

The rain stopped and the sun appeared.The girl walked away gracefully, not paying attention to herself at all.

Dimock clenched his fists to wake himself up: "No, that's not a bastard. It's just a passerby."

The strange thing is that the depression accumulated for several years seems to be relieved at this moment. He looked up and seemed to see his younger brother waving at him among the clouds, smiling so brightly, just like when he was reprimanded by him, he always liked to laugh Then, as a deaf ear, continue to hatefully go its own way.

"Is she the angel you sent?" He moved his lips in a murmur, and finally moved his feet, chasing the direction where the girl left.

Now he is always thankful countless times... Fortunately, he took that step bravely at that time, otherwise he would have missed such an interesting domineering girl who occupied his whole mind.

A few years later, the teenage girl back then would no longer be mistaken for an underage girl. She has grown up, matured, and beautiful...but she is still just the wayward and reckless girl who always needs herself in Dimoke's eyes. Take care of the little girl.

Icy's thoughts are always very strange, she will dislike such trivial things as tipping that others seem normal.For example, let the chef serve the noodles during the meal, give the bag to the haircut, and the waiter who washes the hair.

"My God, why do you have to tip everywhere? What a hassle!" she's always complaining.

But all Americans do it!But she has been unable to adapt.Dimock would still laugh and watch her freak out, because she would feel stupid if she tipped too much for a lack of change.If you don't give it, you will lose face.So Dimock has long made it a habit to put many small denomination coins in her wallet, so as not to annoy her over such a trivial matter.

After my brother occasionally communicates with Dimock on business affairs, he will criticize Dimock without hesitation, saying that he is raising his wife?Obviously raising a child!

Dimock admits that at first he didn't know what to do with the woman he liked.Maybe Icy is about the same age as my younger brother?He can only do his best to make himself a good brother, take care of him meticulously, love him, and satisfy all the requirements and preferences of the children.

Gradually, he has already adapted to the life of this invisible daddy.Who said that love must be vigorous and only want to go to bed?He felt that this kind of family-like atmosphere where they only get along quietly and take care of them is very good.After so many years, I am used to...

If it is said that the one thing Dimock feels most guilty about Icy is letting her hold a wedding with a baby.I still vomited in the morning, but a few hours later I had to drag my weak body to the church to accept the troublesome ceremony, and I had to deal with many relatives and friends who came to congratulate me.

Although she has always been so strong, she is not a soft Barbie doll.But Dimok still feels distressed, and it's all his fault:

First, Icy likes to make surprise attacks a lot of the time, wearing a thin underwear that can't cover anything to seduce him... That time was an accident, he couldn't control it, and he forgot the measures... Then he had trouble in his stomach.Second, Dimoke doesn't like children disturbing their two-person world. Having children has never been on his agenda. This once made Icy suspect that he would not like their baby, so the emotionally sensitive The physical condition of pregnant women is even more unstable!Third, the child is too troublesome. In Dimoke's eyes, Icy is still a little girl who needs to be taken care of. How can such things restrict her hands and feet and affect her playfulness?

His thoughts of self-blame were not revealed to anyone.On the outside, he is an ordinary businessman who likes to have a cold face in the eyes of everyone, and occasionally makes a guest appearance as a painter who runs a gallery; at home, he is always the patron saint of Icy, caring for everything about her thoughtfully and considerately, except for cooking for him. Icy is not allowed to do any housework.

According to him, it is enough to "serve" good Dimoke, the male master of the family, in the bedroom.

Dimok has recently started to suffer from insomnia again, which is caused by emotional tension, but he is full of happiness in his heart during the sleepless nights, and he is no longer sad.

Putting down the pen and closing the notebook, he looked back at Icy who was sleeping soundly on the bed by the dim light.Take a soft pillow and place it under Icy's feet, so that her legs won't swell easily due to her heavy stomach.Through correspondence again, he confirmed that the medical staff he arranged next door to the house were on call at all times, in case Icy had a stomachache or a sudden premature birth.

Pulling the quilt printed with childlike patterns such as colorful mushrooms to cover Icy's shoulders, Dimock lay down on his side, carefully wrapping around his already magnificent waistline, and was about to close his eyes and rest for a while.

The author has something to say:

It can be regarded as a diary of a little memory + future.Including some spoilers and clues that will be written later.

Preview of the next chapter: John and Jane, the heroes and heroines of the film, officially meet.

Well, I want to say that tipping is really troublesome when you go abroad.

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