deep vegetation

Mary

Jinse ostentatiously followed the Japanese man into the Hong Kong Hotel.

She has been following this person for a long time. If this task is not successful, then she will not even have a chance of obtaining graduation qualifications. Therefore, after following for three or four days, she finally found a chance to make a move.

She disguised herself as a lovelorn Japanese girl, and posted it while he was half drunk in the bar, begging him to take her away in Japanese, sobbing.I don't know if it was out of sympathy or for other reasons, the man agreed, and he moved her hands and feet along the way, clearly thinking that she was really the kind of woman who could follow anyone casually.

So she got a chance and entered the door. Before the man had time to be gentle, she held a gun to his chin.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Okada." She breathed out like blue, and took out a dagger from her thigh with her left hand: "I disappointed you."

She frowned as soon as the gunshot rang out. Seeing the man lying in a pool of blood, she went forward and stabbed the throat with a dagger. The movement was clean and swift, and she resolutely jumped out of the window.

Outside the window sill is a pergola, which is about ten meters long from top to bottom. Even if she can get down with the resistance of each floor, she will definitely attract attention.When he was in a dilemma, the window next to him suddenly opened.

"Come in."

ah?She froze for a moment, but the door was knocked heavily behind her, so the man reached out and grabbed her arm before she could react, and pulled her hard, and she was pulled into the next room.

While still in shock, the man closed the window and pulled the curtains tightly before turning around.

"Mr...Mr. Ming?"

Jinse was rescued in early [-], when she was sitting on the prison floor, the man in military uniform pointed at her: "What's her name, what did she do?"

"Criminal Jinse, intentional homicide." The person on the side flipped through the information and replied, "You fell in love with her after a long time?"

Seeing that this word was too much for her to avoid, she couldn't help shrunk towards the corner of the wall.

The man approached and knelt down and asked her, "How old are you?"

"17 years old." She looked up at him, and replied fearlessly, "Is the officer going to execute the sentence?"

The man stood up and said in a deep voice: "I'll show you the way and inform the superiors that the prisoner Jinse was shot dead trying to escape from the prison. Make up a place for you to throw the body."

The person next to him grabbed him impatiently: "Just throw it to me?"

"Don't you care if I want someone?" He raised his chin, "The person is right there, don't worry about anything else." Then he walked out with his hands behind his back.

That night, Jinse was smuggled out of the prison and sent directly to the secret service school in Guangzhou.And that man—whom she only knew as Ming—she never saw again.

She grew up in the eyes of others since she was a child, but in the military academy, everyone is equal, she can do what others can do, and she can learn what others can learn.She is high-spirited and talented. What others spent more than half a year to learn, she learned in less than three months. grades.

It's just that she can't graduate yet because she lacks a partner.

The so-called life and death partner.

She never cared about life and death, if she cared, she wouldn't kill that person.So every time she mentioned this matter to her teacher, she would be very dismissive. At that time, her teacher would say that no one is born without fear of death, but she hasn't come across something that she cherishes.

Wang Tianfeng is a very emotional person, he would suddenly throw her to a small town to complete a task when he was in a mood, and he would also snatch the lollipop from her hand and stuff it into his mouth. So in the eyes of others, he is a lunatic, but in her eyes, he is just a person who does whatever he wants.That's why what he said didn't violate peace at all.

She didn't know how to refute, so she pouted and went to the laundry room to wash both of their clothes in silence to cover up her protest.

But she remembered what Wang Tianfeng said.

Not afraid of life and death, just because she lacks a person who makes her afraid.

"Why is Mr. Ming here?" She asked quietly.

Ming Lou turned around and sat back on the sofa, and when there was a commotion in the corridor passing by, he said: "Passing by." He looked up at her kimono: "Why are you dressed like this?"

"The target of the mission is a Japanese. After thinking for a long time, I only thought of this method to get close to him." She curled her lips and said, "Japanese women are really troublesome."

"You don't look good in this." He said and picked up a book.

"It's okay, I can change it." She touched her handbag, took out a light cheongsam from it, and was about to take off her clothes and change it, but suddenly remembered that this was Minglou's room, "Uh... Can I borrow your bathroom?"

Ming Lou spread out his hands, signaling her to go easy.

She took off her clothes as fast as she could and threw them aside to change into a cheongsam, finally folded the kimono holding back her nausea, and walked out of the bathroom with her arms in her arms.

Minglou was still reading.

She stuffed the heavy kimono into the handbag for a long time, forced it all in, and stretched the bag until it was bulging. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to meet Minglou's probing eyes.

"The bag is too small." She stuck out her tongue.

"Need a bigger one for you?" he asked.

"The big one is too conspicuous, so it's good." She said and put the bag at the entrance, and then stood there at a loss: "Mr. Ming, can I sit down? I think it may be inconvenient to go out now ..."

"Sit." Minglou said.

Jinse responded and sat quietly on the corner of the sofa.

After a moment of silence, Minglou asked, "Why don't you just dispose of the clothes?"

"It's too expensive." She didn't even think about it.

"If this dress is found, you will be exposed." He put down the book.

She curled her lips and lowered her head to play with the hem of her cheongsam.

Ming Lou paused for a moment, then slowed down his tone: "How long have you been there?"

"Nine months, almost a year." She answered truthfully.

"Have you graduated yet?" Ming Lou frowned: "Aren't you qualified for graduation?"

"No, it's... there are less life and death partners." She said, "The people in the same period have all found and graduated, and the others have never trained with me, and there is no tacit understanding at all."

"A tacit understanding is based on trust," Minglou said, "You can try to trust others."

Jinse shook her head: "I don't believe anyone."

Minglou turned the book upside down on the coffee table and rubbed his temples.When he first met this girl, he knew that she would not relax easily, let alone a partner, she might not even believe him.

He looked her up and down and said: "It's always inconvenient to move alone. If the person in this room today is not me, you are already a corpse."

"But I don't believe them." Jinse said decisively.Her eyes were as bright as a cat's, and her palm-sized face quickly shrank behind the sofa, obviously complaining about his words but not daring to speak them out.

So he said helplessly, "I'm here to carry out a mission today."

Jinse raised her small face and blinked at him.

"My task is to pave the way for the comrades who assassinated Okada, but I didn't expect that Wang Tianfeng sent you here." He said, "That's the truth, do you believe it?"

She thought about it and nodded seriously.

Minglou can be trusted.From the moment he knelt down and asked his age, she knew that he was different from others.

He is not like those men who are full of wine, sex and money. When he talks to her, he will put her on the same level, even if she is just a prisoner who committed a crime of paying for his life.

"I can only trust two people." She said, "One is you and the other is the teacher. You will not harm me."

Minglou smiled helplessly.

"What are you laughing at!" She argued in a low voice like a cat meowing: "You rescued me, and the teacher taught me knowledge, so I trust you."

Listening to her innocent words, Minglou's eyes gradually calmed down.He wanted to tell her that everyone is selfish, especially people like them, every move is to pave the way for the future.

Otherwise, how could he easily pick her out and send her to the secret service school to be trained by Wang Tianfeng?But he couldn't bear to betray her trust.

"Mr. Ming." Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Jin Se cautiously said, "May I ask you something?"

"What's the matter?" Minglou recovered.

"You can give me a name," she said, "my mother gave me the name I used to...in a brothel. I haven't read much. I let the teacher mention it and he doesn't care about me. He called me politely, saying that it is easy to remember, but I don't like it."

Hearing her complaining in a low voice like a little girl, Minglou sat up straight and asked, "We are not qualified to name you. For such things, it's better for you to come in person."

"You look like an educated person, so I beg you." Jinse begged him eagerly, "Please help me~" There was a bit of charm in her tone, and a bit of her daughter's coquettishness. She looked at him with a natural charm but with incomparable innocence.

Suddenly there were two short and one long knocks on the door.The room fell silent, and Jinse looked at him in panic.

"My own person." He explained, and then went to the door to look through the cat's eyes: "It's safe outside, you can leave later, after you go out, go directly to Guangzhou by boat, don't stay."

"Yes." Jinse stood up reflexively and replied.

He lowered his eyes and took the bulging bag for her: "Go."

"That...name..." she asked after her.

Minglou looked up and down her exquisite figure in cheongsam with a serious expression, and said slowly: "Let's call it Manli."

She has a graceful figure and a beautiful appearance.

Mary.

"a step far"

I am one of your secrets, Mr. Ming.

In the winter of 1939, the wind in Shanghai kept whistling, and the volume carried endless chill into the hearts of every Chinese.

Even if it takes a long time, it still can't withstand one disaster after another. Natural disasters or man-made disasters will be covered up by the gorgeous appearance of singing and dancing. Those who can be recognized clearly are endless cannibal faces, and those who cannot be recognized are beyond the golden jade Indulging in the illusion, pretending that he is really living in a peaceful age.

Manli sneaks into a dance without anyone noticing.The Shanghai Hotel was singing and dancing, she took Ming Tai's hand and entered under the name of the young master of the Ming family.The task she received was to eliminate the traitors of the military command. Mingtai was her team leader and had the highest command in the task.

This is a New Year's dance held by the Japanese. Snowflakes are falling wantonly outside the window, but inside the window is warm. The women's cheongsams are stretched up to their thighs, revealing their fair skin.The Japanese ditty filled the air, and Manli felt a sweet and greasy taste in her heart when she heard it, making her extremely sick.

She is most familiar with this kind of scene: a group of men, a group of women, laughing and embracing each other with the melody and alcohol, always reminds her of that dark past.She grasped Mingtai's hand tightly, suppressed the discomfort in her stomach, and put all her strength on her eyes.She had to find the target before she could strike.

Mingtai took her to a corner, found a place with a wide view and sat down, and not long after, he suddenly retracted his head, and muttered in a low voice: "Why did I forget that he is coming too."

Manli looked in the direction of his gaze, two men were walking into the hall.The one in front is Minglou, followed by a tall, thin man who should be his secretary, Cheng.

The target person immediately went up to meet him, grabbing Minglou's hand and saying something.

It seems that he is not only a traitor, but also a traitor who will flatter him.Manli took a sip of the red wine, then turned to look for Mingtai.

"Team leader, why don't you avoid it?" She said, "That's your elder brother, you will be scolded by him if you mess up in such a dance party?"

"It seems that the task needs to be re-established." Mingtai squatted halfway, and waited for Minglou to pass before saying: "You are responsible for leading him out of the dance floor. I will wait for you in the stairwell, and then leave it to me."

Manli nodded and got up to look for the target.

The time is 08:30 in the evening, Minglou looked at his watch: "The little guy should be here."

Mingcheng put a glass of champagne in front of him: "Celebrate in advance?"

Minglou smiled: "It's a bit early."

Ah Cheng suddenly lowered his head and said, "Nan Tian is in the northeast corner of the ballroom, I'll go say hello."

Ming Lou nodded, glanced across the ballroom, and saw a familiar petite figure.

Yu Manli?The lunatic made her partner with Mingtai?He frowned, and was blocked by several government officials, so he put down his wine glass and exchanged greetings with a smile on his face.

Manli knew what she was best at.Nothing more than skin.

Her appearance is the gorgeous scabbard, and her body is the safety bolt of the gun. It looks pretty, but it will bleed when touched.

She walked up to the target alone, and seduced him into a trap with winking eyes like silk.Holding his hand and turning him to the stairwell, she excused that she had drunk too much wine, and walked a few steps in the direction of the women's bathroom, when she heard a soft pop behind her.

mission completed.

She exchanged a look with Mingtai, and Mingtai quickly stuffed the body into a dark corner.Before he had time to be happy, he was scared back by a figure at the stairway, and at the same time turned out of the dark window reflexively.

Seeing that she couldn't escape, Man Li simply stood where she was, and called out delicately, "Mr. Ming."

"Is there a mission?" Minglou asked a few steps closer.

"Hmm." She nodded.

"How are you doing?"

"It's done." She whispered: "The team leader dare not see you."

Minglou shook his head with a smile: "If you don't see it, you can see it. It's normal for him to be afraid of me."

At this time, a Japanese man suddenly walked out of the bathroom.

"Gao Mu-jun." Minglou said first.

"Mr. Ming is here... Oh, I see." Takagi looked at Man Li, "Mr. Ming is so beautiful."

"Don't dare." Minglou said, turning sideways to let Takagi take a step ahead.

After that person disappeared from sight, Man Li asked, "Can I go now?"

"It's too late." Ming Lou said, "You are giving the Japanese a chance to be suspicious by leaving now."

"Then what should I do?" Manli rolled her eyes: "Is this okay? I will be your dance partner, let him see, and then I will find a chance to leave."

Minglou lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "It has to be like this."

Before entering the ballroom, she looked up at the tall man beside her: "What dance can Mr. Ming do?"

"I know a little bit." He said, "It's just that I'm too old to dance too intensely."

"How old are you? I think that your age is just right," Manli said, "I feel very safe."

"Really?" Minglou crossed his arms, "Let's go, Takagi must be waiting to see."

"Okay." She stretched out her slender hand and held him.

The Japanese-style minor tune was replaced by Western music at some point, and Ming Lou held her hand: "Have you heard this song?"

She shook her head.The influence she received since she was a child was either Mi Mi's ditties or Jiangnan ditties. Even if she had heard such tunes, she would not be able to dance.

"Waltz, will you?" He lowered his head and asked.

She thought for a while: "I learned it in school."

Every female agent must be proficient in various dances. She is good at these, but after a long time, I don't know if she can keep up.

So Minglou bowed to her and invited her to dance: "Miss Manli, please."

The waltz tune was gorgeous and tactful, and his hand lightly touched her back. The sudden approach disturbed her for a few seconds, and her upper body leaned back slightly.

There was a comfortable scent on his body, the smell of red wine and a little bit of tobacco.Everything is completely different from Mingtai.His posture carried the gentlemanliness of a French man and the elegance of a Chinese man. Even the hand resting behind him was only touched with the wrist, keeping a polite distance.

The waltz has been put on hold for too long, and within a few turns, she is about to slide out with the inertia, so she hastened to hold it tightly, grabbing the suit on his shoulder with one hand, and drawing his hand with the other. Just grab the thumb.

Minglou paused for a moment, and gently clenched the remaining four fingers, controlling her in the palm of his hand.His hands were huge, and his fingers were so slender that she couldn't grasp them, so she could only use all the strength in her arms on her fingertips.

His fingers are actually warm, which can make people drunk in it.

Manli raised her head slightly from her messy mood, just in time to see his slightly pursed lips.He actually said that he is old, but people of this age are just right, and they are the easiest to fall in love with.

Minglou lowered his eyes and met her gaze, like a little girl, with the kind of smile on the face of a full kitten.But this kind of laughter should not exist, just like this dance should not exist.

Minglou led her around lightly, and happened to pass Gao Mu intentionally.

"Mr. Ming?" The petite person in his arms came closer: "Why don't you let the team leader know your identity?"

"He has his own responsibility." He said: "There is no horizontal relationship between us."

"Then is there something between you and me?" She tilted her head.

"No," he said.

"Then... I should be one of your secrets, right?" She suddenly smiled: "Mr. Ming, you have a secret in my hands."

Minglou was amused by her, and then said seriously: "It's not a good thing to have my secret."

"Then are you going to pretend you don't know me when you go out?" She looked at him and asked.

Minglou bowed his head: "Yes. After this door, you are Yu Manli and I am Minglou."

Her eyes suddenly dimmed.

He knew what she was thinking.

Such a woman is so small that she can be held with one hand, and her waist is so slender that it will break if she pinches it.And she really doesn't want much, all she needs is someone who can treat her well.

But apparently he wasn't the one.

I don't know if Mingtai will be, even if it's just a partner in life and death, as long as she can give her such a sense of security, she will be loved wholeheartedly by her.

There was a strange feeling in his heart, his right hand placed behind her was hard, and the fingertips touched her warm body under the thin cheongsam, pulling her closer.

"I wish we could be a family," he said, "Mingtai is a good boy."

"Mr. Ming, he is just my partner." Manli whispered, "He is very good, but I always have a feeling that he will leave sooner or later, it is only a matter of time."

Her hand slid back and forth on the back of his hand: "Mr. Ming, actually I..."

The song is over.Minglou let go of the hand holding her.

"I'll see you off." He said with a smile.

Manli blinked, smiled and nodded.

Minglou escorted her to the door and put a mink coat on her. "Is this dress expensive?" He asked while touching the material.

"Yes, it was given to me by my teacher before graduation. I asked the team leader later, and he only got a watch." She laughed, "The team leader said this is differential treatment."

Of course Minglou knew.He still remembers the embarrassing scene when Ah Cheng accompanied him to pick out gifts in the women's clothing section.

"Do you know what the song was called just now?" He stroked her hair behind her ears.

"what is it call?"

Minglou sent her out, and the doorman next to him waited for him to come back, and slammed the door shut.

Manli walked in the wind and snow, and her high heels didn't fit her feet, which made her heels red and painful.She found a corner, took off her shoes, knelt down to rub, and finally broke down in the snow.

""a step far"."

Even if you are one of my secrets.

There will always be a distance between us.

No more, no less, just where we can see and touch each other.

Just right, one step away.

"It's not a rich flower in the world"

In November [-], the Ming Mansion held the wedding ceremony of the eldest son Minglou. Celebrities from all walks of life gathered here to wish the couple well.

In March [-], Yu Manli became pregnant and was ordered by Minglou to rest at home.

When she got the news, she glanced at him and asked quietly: "Then you don't have a personal secretary, who will help you block those third-rate reporters and Yingying Yanyan?"

Minglou looked at his wife up and down, the three-month pregnancy did not make her thin body too bloated, but added a bit of plumpness to her, giving her the delicate appearance of a 20-year-old girl.

She looked at him flickeringly with her big eyes, and he could only sigh softly: "You can come back to work after the baby is born."

"I don't worry about you going out to socialize alone." Manli pouted, "If you are kidnapped by others, what will I do?"

Hearing that she was just complaining about it, Minglou walked over and patted her on the head with a smile: "I really don't know what weird things are inside."

She put her forehead against his shoulder, and tapped him lightly: "I have a task, you have to let me go!"

He looked down at the tasks in her stomach, covered her slightly protruding belly with his big hands, and said seriously: "This task is too heavy, if possible, I really want to share it for you."

She chuckled, put her belly close to him, and said with a smile: "Here, take it."

"He will jump out when the time comes, and it will not be too late to bear the burden." Ming Lou hugged her to the sofa and sat down, and put the milk to her mouth: "Don't think about work, Ah Cheng was not here before. , am I not alone?"

"It used to be the past, but now I'm here." She took a sip of milk, glanced sideways at his tie, and took it off casually: "Just be casual at home, do you want to drink?"

"Okay." He was rarely interested, watching her silk skirt fluttering in search of a wine glass.

If it weren't for everything before, she must be happier than she is now.he thinks.But without those pasts, she wouldn't be who she is now.They have all come here, and now they have lived a stable life for only a few days, and they are actually worrying about gains and losses.The revolution is not over yet, and he still has a lot to do. She follows him, and she doesn't know how she will be displaced.

He used to want her to go wholeheartedly, thinking that her departure was the guarantee of safety, but if she was still by his side, he would keep his promise and protect her for the rest of his life.

Including... the child in her belly who was connected by his blood.What a wonderful existence life is, there is a small embryo in her belly, which makes all of them gentle, talking softly, for fear that anyone will disturb it.

She found a wine glass, and while he poured it, she turned on the phonograph.

The Ming family has always only had classical music. One is Ming Jing’s tutoring since childhood, and the other is the habit Minglou Mingcheng has developed abroad for many years. Manli is adapting. She followed Minglou to listen to classical music from the beginning. of.

Fortunately, she is a fast learner and has never lost face in front of the mirror. The simple English learning in the military academy also allowed her to successfully disguise her identity.

Everything was fine, except that occasionally she wanted to dance and didn't dare.

They were in a chaotic ball during the last dance, and that piece of music had a thorn in her heart. He may have forgotten it, but she still remembered it.He said that the song was called "One Step Away".

Manli turned her head and glanced at him quietly. He was pouring wine into the decanter, shaking the glass bottle and waiting.So he turned around and turned off the phonograph that had just played.

"Don't want to hear it?" he asked behind him.

She shook her head silently.

"Listen to it if you want," he said.

"I want to dance." She whispered, wondering if he heard it, she sighed after thinking about it, and closed the cover of the phonograph, but turned around and bumped into his arms.

Minglou hurriedly supported her with one hand, complained about her carelessness, and opened the box with the other hand, and put the needle on the record.

She stood on tiptoe, buried her face in his neck, and didn't speak for a while.Soft piano music resounded throughout the room, and he quietly surrounded her body, waiting for her to speak first.

Why didn't he know what was in her mind for so long?She was still thinking about his cruelty at that time, and when he remembered one day, she would give her a compensation, but she never said it, blindly catering to his ideas, for fear that he would be a little unhappy.

He felt sorry for this little woman from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't know how to make it up.This time she wants to dance, which is actually very good, but his dancing skills have never been very good, he can handle the scene well, if he entertains himself at home, I'm afraid it will spoil her interest.

He quietly looked at her angry little face, sighed in his heart, and sat her on the low cabinet where the phonograph was placed so that she would not be tired from standing. Then he lowered his eyes and asked, "Want to dance?"

She lowered her head and hummed.He then cut a record: "What will dance?"

"A little bit." She said as she watched him change a waltz record, and then saw him turn around and go back, undoing all the tie and throwing it aside, unbuttoning the two buttons on the neckline by the way, and then beckoned to her. wave.

She jumped down from the cabinet in surprise, and repeatedly confirmed with her eyes that Minglou's eyes were watery, with a smile on her lips, and she threw herself into his arms with a smile on her face.Her fingers were too slender, so she had no choice but to hold his palm, and his fingers closed lightly, just enough to embed hers in his palm.

"This song is called "The Rose of the South Country", written in 1880, and it is about a passionate southern European girl, beautiful and passionate." He said in his usual teaching tone.

"So you unbuttoned it?" She asked jokingly, her fingers out of his control and fiddled with the collar of his shirt, showing no sign of studying hard.

He smiled and dodged, grabbed her restless little hand, and pressed it to his chest. The more passionate the tune was, the more bold and passionate their movements became.Her fingertips brushed the skin of his neck, his lips brushed her seductive hair, her silk skirt was tangled with his shirt and trousers, and the ears and temples rubbed together, lingering.

On a beautiful day, with a beautiful woman by his side, Minglou looks normal, but thousands of words that he wants to say have already passed through his heart.He was always reserved and steady, but at this moment he couldn't hold back the throbbing in his heart. He leaned forward, put her earlobe in his mouth, and said a word in a voice she could hardly hear.

Manli smiled quietly, and he straightened up after speaking, his face remained unchanged, but his ears turned red again and again.Before the end of the song, she raised her toes, put her hands around his neck, and kissed her lips.

Trembling, she took off her long skirt reverently, and the silk fell to the ground silently, covering his restless heart.He finally couldn't hold back anymore, picked her up and put her on the bed.

Kissing from fingers to lips, from forehead to chest, she felt his kiss tremblingly landed on her lower abdomen, and then covered her skin with his big hand, slowly caressing it.

She knew that he had endured it for too long, so she couldn't help stretching out her hand to pull him: "Doctor Su said, be careful, it's okay..." After she finished speaking with a red face, she buried her face in the quilt when she heard his muffled smile.

"Okay, let's slow down and be careful." He said with her slender fingertips in his mouth. She pressed her fingers on his lips, looked at each other, sighed almost at the same time, and laughed at the same time, and finally kissed her. sealed.

The shadow of the moon is shining, the world is vast, the lights are flickering, and the waves are turning red.

She was originally floating duckweed, not a thing in the garden, so she just clung to the tree, living and dying together.Who still listens to southern roses, who cares what is one step away.

They should belong to each other, in this life, in this life, and in the next life.

For the rest of my life, we will meet each other close at hand.

The author has something to say:

Long time no see, the extra release added a buff to the postgraduate entrance examination, and changed the status to the full text by the way

I have long wanted to post a side story. After the postgraduate entrance examination, I will continue to write "Once Upon a Time", and open a new Chengchun article. If you like it, please continue to pay attention to it.

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