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

"Going out so early?"

Opening the door of his own house, he suddenly heard Ye Wan's clear and loud doubts in his ears, which made Icy tremble in fright, and almost dropped the "baby" in his hand on the ground.Standing resolutely behind her was her mother who also got up early in the morning. She changed her usual gentle style today, and instead wore a cotton blue and white vertical striped vest, and her lower body was even more flamboyantly matched with bright red wide-leg pants.Stepping on Heantiangao's shoes, plus the large sunglasses that were just taken off her cheeks... I don't know her at all, such a trendy dress gave her the illusion of watching celebrities walk the red carpet.

Icy tilted her head, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"There's a press conference." So she had to make preparations early.But why did the little girl who had managed to save enough credits and finished high school wake up so early?After looking at Icy's ordinary to extremely beige sweater and light gray slacks, it wasn't until her daughter successfully received her obviously "disgusted" eyewaves that Ye Wan asked persistently, "The genius is just bright, what are you going to do?"

She is used to being easy-going. Although she has been in the fashion industry for many years, she never cares about her family's taste and thinks that casual is fine.

Smiling flatteringly and lifting the cage on the handle, Icy explained dryly: "I'll return the pet snake to my senior sister's museum." This snake was used by her to scare the little furry kid next door who offended her, and now it works. After he retired, the kid who just went to kindergarten next door was scared and hid at home, so the pet snake should also be returned.

"...Again!" Ye Wan shook her head, she was "desperate" for this daughter, shouldn't she be thankful, at least she was just trying to scare people, instead of throwing grenades so cruelly?Now she is very fortunate that she didn't let her daughter practice firearms with the unreliable John, otherwise she would have paid off!

What she didn't know was that Icy would secretly learn how to shoot from her brother, but compared to his top-notch killer level, her element was barely enough to watch.

Stopping Ye Wan who was about to go out, Icy smiled flatteringly, "Mom, our classmates will have a racing competition in two days, can I borrow your car for a while?" Her semi-retired old Ford can only be used for transportation. It's not enough to see it, it's so embarrassing.

She said it implicitly, but Ye Wan is not stupid, she looked up at the sky, and patted her daughter's head speechlessly: "Are your skills good enough to show your face in illegal racing?" Of course she knew the entertainment of young people, and said yes "Illegal racing", but there are so many experts in that kind of scene, it seems that my daughter doesn't have much talent in this area, does she?

"Don't worry, I'm just watching and cheering!" Icy spread her hands, she was indeed just joining in the fun.On the contrary, my mother ignored her unreasonable troubles!

Seemingly knowing that she was wondering if she didn't stop her, Ye Wan said indifferently: "Okay, I know you have a sense of proportion. Mom never believed in the idea of ​​'human nature is inherently good', we don't have to think about things before doing things, You have restricted your life for no reason, so you can play if you like." After finishing speaking, he ignored Icy's messy wind and put on his sunglasses and strode towards the garage.

"..." Icy shook her head. What could she say? Sure enough, in the space derived from the killer world, it is normal for the three views to go to grandma's house.Even she herself is living more and more recklessly.

It's also possible that John's "freak" genius came out of the family. She didn't yell about becoming an assassin or joining the CIA. I'm afraid her parents have comforted her?

The pet snake was returned, but Icy did not go home immediately.The bright red morning sun reflects the gradually darkening clouds, just like a scene of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.In this technologically advanced site, Icy seems to have not seen such a poetic scene for a long time.He simply found a wooden bench in the corner of the park, sat down, stared at the emptiness of the gazebo in front of him in a daze.

Due to the approaching bad weather, the people running in the morning have dispersed and disappeared. There is no one here, but the scenery is still magnificent.

Looking up at the denser and denser dark clouds, Icy felt that the stormy scene seemed more realistic and beautiful than the special effects of the movie.Wouldn't it be more interesting if some strange alien spacecraft suddenly descended from the sky and captured the earth?Alas, she is really getting more and more perverted, is her thinking so weird?

Fortunately, she brought an umbrella so that she would not get wet miserably.

While opening the indigo umbrella, Icy suddenly found an easel standing on the marble path a few steps away, and the wind blew a corner of the drawing paper, vaguely seeing something on it.Before she had time to think about it, she walked over quickly, raised her arms to cover the drawing, and at the same time, the raindrops fell, as if she was urged to attack the ground, impatiently.

The timing was just right. Although the patron saint turned into an art painting was immobilized by the painting, Icy still looked at the painting suspected of being abandoned by its owner in a good mood.This is a pencil sketch of a busy street with street lights, skyscrapers on both sides, and various brightly lit shops along the road.

The brushwork is good, quite immersive, and the simple black and white lines allow her to feel the excitement and loneliness that should be in the night market.That's right, there is no one figure in this painting, which is completely inconsistent with the status quo. I really don't know what the painters thought, just looking at the scenery, but avoiding people.

She didn't even know how long she had been staring at it in a daze. It was not until the rain stopped that Icy moved her neck and smiled generously towards the wet smell still in the air... The rain stopped.

The smile pierced through the damp morning curtain and was reflected in the eyes of a man who was about to walk over in the distance.

Stopping, staring at the girl's ostentatious face, and the corner of her shoulder that was wet from the rain because of protecting the easel, the man froze, as if he was thinking about some great event. Icy put away her umbrella, and walked farther and farther on the gravel road splashed by water, leaving only a thin back.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't notice his appearance.The man wasn't annoyed at being ignored, his expression was a little stiff, he quickly put away the drawing paper, he paused, and walked towards the direction where the girl disappeared.

The beautiful scenery here is empty, as if no one has ever appeared.

After a whole morning, Icy felt a little empty in her stomach, so she went straight to a simple fast food restaurant on the side of the road and ordered a casual breakfast: fish sandwich without tomatoes, and a cup of hot coffee.

Many people sheltering from the rain in the fast food restaurant did not know that the rain had stopped. The crowds gathered here made it seem a little crowded and noisy, and there was a trace of imperceptible irritability between Icy's brows—she likes quiet, especially today.

When she was distracted, her not-so-sensitive ears heard something moving in front of her. When she raised her head, Icy opened her mouth uncontrollably. Looking at the handsome white guy in front of her, all the hustle and bustle around her ears seemed to have gone away. The remaining ethereal church bells were ringing, and something strange was vaguely growing in the bottom of my heart.

The soft blond hair was slightly wet, but it couldn't hide the man's almost perfect face, which was handsome and cold. His thin lips were slightly parted, but Icy just stared blankly at those deep sea-blue eyes, as if possessing The infinite power wants to absorb all the good things in this world without leaving any traces.

The man moved his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything, but just watched Icy in a daze with great patience, as if he was admiring a work of art, making score judgments deep in his mind, so serious, without any emotion.The amazement and doubt in her eyes were revealed so bluntly, without any concealment.

He suddenly smiled - just hooked the corners of his lips, it seemed that the not-so-beautiful morning light had been smudged and scattered.

It seemed that the indifference of not getting close to strangers just now was just her illusion. Icy squinted her eyes, wanting to take a serious look at this somewhat weird man.He was obviously smiling, but his eyes seemed to hide crying elves, and his whole body was filled with intense sadness.She didn't believe in the so-called eyes that could speak before... But today she believed it a little bit, Icy was very surprised, how could she seem to understand the fragility in a man's eyes, or was it just an illusion of her overcompensation?

Because in this fast food restaurant, no one else has the same emotions as myself. They are all talking with friends, or playing with mobile phones, or eating, and no one even shows the slightest surprise at the appearance of the man.

He didn't speak, and she didn't speak either.Intuitively, this man is not here to create any chance encounters, or to make ridiculous courtship remarks.

The waiter came late, put down a platter of obviously very rich sandwiches, and explained with some regret: "Miss, I'm sorry, the coffee machine has been protesting this morning, and I had no choice but to change it to instant coffee or add milk. Unsweetened."

Nodding silently, Icy picked up the fork and relaxed her wrist slightly, preparing to eat later.

"Would you like...to buy you coffee?" She hesitated.

Coffee is an essential drink for people. It is almost the same as oxygen. It has long become an inseparable seasoning of life.And this man is so inexplicable that all her guesses are futile, and she can only comfort herself at present-this man probably simply wants to share a table.

There were obviously no old clocks in the store, but Icy still heard the jumping of the second hand in a trance, until the man lowered his head and casually adjusted the buttons on the edge of his cuffs, and he moved his lips indiscernibly again, as if he was too lazy to speak, but in the end Still spit out a long list of words: "I don't drink instant coffee."

While sipping the coffee cup, Icy couldn't help frowning. Indeed, the milky sweetness and even astringency of instant coffee are far worse.But she's not that critical, or rude.

Silently, Icy said that the man likes to sit there, so just sit there, her appetite has begun to protest, she moved the fork, lowered her head to concentrate on the food, and stopped glancing at the man.An affair is a beautiful thing, but Icy never thinks that trying to develop an affair into an epic and realistic relationship is something she should do... It's too beautiful, it's a film or television drama or a fairy tale novel.

The man's clean face and his low-key polo polo shirt seem to be still in front of his eyes, showing off his good inner taste, but Icy has no patience to communicate with a strange strange man, she would rather return Go home to catch up on sleep, in anticipation of what gatherings the students will arrange later.

Even though what she dislikes the most in high school life is the occasional schools or parties of various sizes organized by private parties, but now this kind of happy graduation season, it seems that even the astringent water source in the school has become better , let people miss.

When she lowered her head to eat, the man just stared at her long eyelashes without blinking, and there seemed to be some strange emotions brewing in his eyes.When Icy ate half of the sandwich, she didn't seem to notice the man's strange "looking" behavior, probably because the man tried his best to minimize the lethality of his eyes, like air, he didn't want people to notice.

The girl's hair is very soft, loose and loose, bundled back in an unorganized manner.Her clothing was also very casual, in his opinion, it made that little face swaying and graceful, with the most beautiful innocence in its simplicity.It seems that as early as when she was taking care of the easel in obscurity, he had already imprinted those big wet eyes with innocent warmth in his heart.

The chances of life are so wonderful.

The author has something to say:

Tomorrow, I will make an appointment with my good friends to watch "Maleficent" in 3D, there will be Angelina Joliet, so looking forward to it! !

The affair will continue tomorrow, and I will put the new chapter in the manuscript box!