After connecting the burnt wires and replacing the new fuse, the lights in the entire villa lit up again after pulling down the power switch.
Jiaming brushed off the snow that had fallen on him from the roof. When he pushed the door open, he complained, "It's supposed to be a relaxing Christmas Eve, but I had to run out to fix the power switch. You guys... Wow..."
Opposite him, Ya Han pounced on him with a small pillow on the chair. Jiaming knew he was in the wrong, so he ran away. The two of them chased each other in the room. Lingjing and Shasha took out dishes, drinks, and other things from the kitchen while cheering for Ya Han.
"Hey!
Please, I was just worried about your safety. I didn't think about anything else... "
"If you thought about it, I wouldn't just beat you up today. You bastard, stop right there.
I'm going to beat you up a hundred times... "
"As if. I'd rather be a bastard than a fool..."
Just now, Jiaming and Lingjing came back. When they saw that the lights in the villa had all gone out, Jiaming thought something big had happened. Who knew that Shasha had put the wrong thing in the microwave, which eventually led to an explosion and a short circuit.
When Jiaming rushed in, Ya Han had fallen down in the bathroom because the lights suddenly went out. When she opened the door recklessly, although the light was not strong, it was enough for Jiaming to see Ya Han's body. Including the time when she sneaked into the Zhang Family's villa to escape from the marriage, Ya Han had already shown her naked body in front of Jiaming twice.
When Jiaming fixed the power switch, she naturally began to chase him fiercely.
Speaking of which, she felt really wronged. Everyone who came out to mingle had to admit their mistakes and stand upright when they were beaten. Who could be like Jia Ming? He obviously did something wrong, but he still put on a righteous look. She had already been seen naked by him twice, but he didn't have the slightest intention of taking responsibility. He didn't even want to be hit lightly with a pillow. He even said that she was a violent woman and a shrew. It was really … too hateful …
For a time, she chased him from downstairs to upstairs, and then from upstairs to downstairs. By the time everything was set on the table, Ya Han, who was panting from running but didn't even touch a corner of Jiaming's clothes, gritted her teeth and calmed down. Naturally, there was an unavoidable struggle on the table. Whenever Jiaming wanted to pick up a dish, Ya Han would snatch it away and crunch it as if she was eating Jiaming raw. The few of them had known each other for a long time, so they naturally understood Ya Han's occasional childishness. For Lingjing and Shasha, this childishness was the biggest reason why the four of them were on good terms with each other.
At this time, it was already past ten at night. While eating delicious dishes, drinking cola, orange juice, and other drinks, and chatting and laughing, Lingjing asked about "Dongfeng Po". Ya Han's eyes widened. "Me?
I don't know how to write songs. Although I learned guitar for a while, I'm still far from being good at writing songs... Lingjing, are you saying that this kid wrote a song? "
"Yes, yes, yes."
Lingjing nodded and then vividly described the scene at the banquet. Shasha and Ya Han widened their eyes. When Lingjing slowly hummed the melody of the song a few times, Ya Han took a guitar from upstairs and threw it to Jiaming. At this time, dinner was not finished yet. Jiaming put down the orange juice in his hand. "Singing here?
With a guitar? "
"Yes."
Lingjing nodded matter-of-factly. Shasha also asked Jiaming to sing again. Jiaming smiled. "I'm not full yet. Aren't you worried that I don't know how to play the guitar at all?"
A moment later, the guitar version of "Dongfeng Po" softly sounded in the room.
...
When the song ended, there was only the sound of the TV series in the room. Ya Han stared for a long time. "Did you really write it?"
"Of course not." Shasha stared at him from across the table. "I've never seen him touch these things."
Lingjing nodded. "He must have stolen it from someone else..."
According to Jiaming's original personality, the more he restrained his ability, the better. However, since the three girls in front of him already knew his identity as a killer, there was no need to hide too much entertainment. After all, Lingjing and Shasha were coveted in school. He should more or less have some glory.
He rolled his eyes and said, "You guys don't believe in my character at all …"
"Haha." Shasha laughed. "Of course we don't believe in something that doesn't exist."
Ya Han nodded and expressed the most serious disdain for Jiaming's character. "Unless you can come up with other evidence. Yes, it has to be targeted. It has to be suitable for the situation, the situation, the people, etc. I heard that people who can compose can easily hum a song, right?"
"Really?" Jiaming curled his lips.
"Of course."
"Okay, then I'll agree to your request."
Hearing him say this, Ya Han's face turned slightly red. "What, what do you mean by agreeing to my request?"
"Ya Han, you're studying in Cambridge, right? Yes, this song is called 'Farewell to Cambridge'. It's for the beautiful, cute, innocent, and charming Miss Ya Han."
This kind of compliment was what Jiaming was used to when he played the role of a street singer or a bar singer. However, at this time, it made Ya Han, who was used to messing around with Jiaming, blush. Shasha picked up a glass of juice to cover her slightly unnatural expression. Then, she turned off the television. Then, the lively sound of a guitar jumped out.
"Horse hooves trampling on the flagstone street."
Deep in the narrow alley, someone prayed.
After the rain, puddles toppled over the church.
Forty degrees of the stream of consciousness.
In front of the library stood half a stone statue.
Six pennies took away a sketch.
The fireplace spat out flames all day long.
Under the kerosene lamp, the years undisturbed.
You wore a lonely black robe in Cambridge.
You used poetry to sing love and rhyme with beauty.
A ship of starlight witnessed the classical embrace.
The water plants still miss your long wormwood … "
A song that would only be sung by SHE ten years later came out of Jiaming's mouth. A few minutes later, the three people opposite him had a cute expression of surprise. Jiaming shrugged. Lingjing and Shasha whispered to each other for a while. Ya Han took the cushion that was used as the back of the dining chair and hit Jiaming's head several times. She pouted playfully. "What do you mean I was lonely in Cambridge all my life? You're just singing nonsense."
"Hey hey, I just sang the lyrics casually. As long as it rhymes, I don't care about you!
You weren't lonely in Cambridge. Did you play with many boyfriends?
Why didn't you bring any back? "
"You, you."
Ya Han was so angry that her face turned red. "Hmph, anyway, I don't believe it. You must have known such a song by coincidence. Sing another one according to yourself."
"Myself." Jiaming smiled. His fingers were already fiddling with the guitar. "Grey space …"
*****
At two o'clock in the morning, Jiaming turned around the stairs to the second floor. He opened the glass door and the cold air hit his face.
Outside was a small platform. The snow was still fluttering down. The surroundings had fallen into silence. The people celebrating Christmas had already gone to bed. However, the Christmas lights on the roofs and Christmas trees were still on. Combining with the lights from the city further away, the festive atmosphere was frozen in the snow.
The sound of the guitar softly came from Ya Han's room.
Last night, he had been a jukebox player for more than two hours. He had shamelessly plagiarized more than ten pop songs from the future. After he was tired, he had stayed in Ya Han's villa. Lingjing and Shasha shared a bedroom, while Jiaming shared a bedroom.
Sleeping on the bed, Jiaming thought about some things. Then, he walked out.
The small platform was covered with snow. Jiaming's clothes were thin. However, for someone like him who had never stopped cultivating Qigong, a mere one or two hours of this cold feeling would not harm him. On the contrary, it would help him think and cultivate.
He was reflecting on his actions last night.
It was a simple microwave oven incident, but he was used to treating it as an enemy invasion. This was obviously an overreaction. Being ridiculed was secondary, and seeing Yahan's body was secondary. The main point was that he still couldn't adapt to the pace of an ordinary person's life. However, it was hard to tell whether the life of an ordinary person was beneficial to him.
Of course, this thought didn't bother him. It wasn't like what the manga said about what would happen if he couldn't break through his mental barrier. It wasn't a big deal, but he couldn't help but think about it. He sat down on a bench outside. Snowflakes fluttered in the air and soon covered his body.
Not long after, Ya Han seemed to have noticed him. She looked at him from the window for a long time. She put on a coat and went around the platform. She opened the glass door and rushed out. Her face was full of panic. "You, you, you, you... What are you doing!"
"Uh, nothing..."
Suddenly rushing into this world of ice and snow, even with a coat on her body, Ya Han couldn't help but shiver from the cold. On the snowy ground, her feet were still bare. Then, without any explanation, she pulled Jia Ming in.
"Hey, I'm really fine. You don't have to do this. I have Qigong. Going out for a while will only benefit me. Hey, hey, hey, hey..."
Ya Han hurriedly patted off the snow on Jiaming's body. She then wrapped the coat around Jiaming and pulled him back to her room. "It would be strange if it's beneficial. Are you crazy? I've never seen anyone who would benefit from being frozen in a world of ice and snow.
What's wrong with you again... "She pushed Jiaming onto the bed. Then, she pulled up her own blanket and wrapped it around him. Seeing that she was going to take out the blanket from the cabinet, Jiaming did not know whether to laugh or cry as he stopped her.
"It's okay, really. I'm fine. I'm not cold at all..."
"You're not allowed to open it. If you do, I'll get angry. Hmm... I'll go down and boil some ginger soup. There's still some ginger left today..."
"Hey, you can't be serious..." Seeing that Ya Han was really going to run out to boil some ginger soup, Jiaming smiled and grabbed her hand. With a sudden tug, Ya Han lost her balance and fell onto the bed. Then, Jiaming pressed the edge of the blanket down on her shoulders. He could not help but feel a little puzzled. This woman had always believed in his ability. Now, her reaction was a little too much.
"Let go of me. Do you want to catch a cold tomorrow?"
"I'm more worried that you'll catch a cold..."
After struggling for a moment, Ya Han looked at Jiaming's smiling face and finally gave up the idea of covering Jiaming with the blanket. The room was silent. Their eyes met and the atmosphere became a little strange.
"Okay, I don't need the blanket. You're the one who needs it... Fine, I'm afraid of you. I'm going back to my room to sleep, okay?"
Looking at Ya Han who was unable to resist, Jiaming began to fantasize as usual. Kissing in this position was the best. Most women would not be able to resist. If he kissed in the position of lying on the bed, he would not be bitten. Instead, he could take advantage of the situation to develop to the next step...
Of course, this was just a thought. He had studied psychology before. In the past, when he was on a mission, he used to pick up girls out of certain needs. Most of the time, he would succeed. However, when it came to the situation of an ordinary person who needed his feelings, it was undeniable that Jiaming was a little slow.
His relationship with Marilyn was not love. It was purely for the sake of sleeping with her. His relationship with Lingjing and Shasha was formed naturally. When things like friendship and love happened to him, logical analysis would not produce any results. As for Ya Han, he did not consider anything in this aspect at all. Therefore, he did not feel the moment of ambiguity.
He climbed off the bed and walked two steps before Ya Han's voice rang out. "Wait, wait, I have something to tell you..."
"Huh?"
*****
'I want …' Yahan wasn't the one who said that … (To be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please log on to www. CMFU. com for more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)