In the morning, Jiaming sent Tsutomu to Jiangmen City at Sapporo Airport and ate something at a nearby restaurant. There was still some time before his flight. He sat in the airport lobby and read the newspaper. It was a clear afternoon. Many years ago, he and Minamoto No Yoritomo met for the first time in the same weather, in a square.
"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you."
At that time, Ōuchi Chōnō had just died, and he had just returned from Europe. It was an ordinary memory.
"Well, sometimes I want to quit …"
Many years later, in the same airport, that person sighed casually. At that time, they had just completed a mission to hunt down an assassin who had betrayed Pei Luojia.
"Where can I go if I quit?" Jiaming looked down at the newspaper and answered casually.
"Finding a place to be an ordinary person seems like a good idea."
"There will be retribution."
"Hmm?"
"That person just left, and we came to kill him. If we leave, someone else will do the same thing. This is cause and effect."
"… Reasonable logic."
Minamoto No Yoritomo nodded. The two of them read the newspaper together, drank coffee, and waited for the plane to go back.
"If I die, I have a woman I like … in Hokkaido …"
It was a difficult situation a few years later. Jiaming looked at him and then nodded.
"You said you wanted to leave because of this?"
"Partly."
"Isn't it fine to be together? Even if we are ordinary people … we have to go to work every day, and there are things we have to do. It's no different from us occasionally killing people … Relatively speaking, I think we have more freedom …"
"How can it be that simple?
Freedom … people like us … if something happens to you, what should I do for you? "
"If I die …"
He thought about it, but there was no need to inform anyone. This was good. He rushed out in the rain of bullets.
"If I die, help me kill that guy called [Gods No Thoughts]. I've hated him for a long time."
In the end, he could only think of such a boring wish.
During that period of his life, she was his partner for the longest time. Later, he went to see that woman and saw her marry another man. He saw Minamoto No Yoritomo's pain and weakness, and the strength that came with it. There were many things that he could not understand. Sometimes, he also thought that that person's life might be more valuable than his own. But in short, after Minamoto No Yoritomo's death, he told that woman everything. The confusion about that word was like a seed that had been buried for too long, and it finally sprouted in his heart.
Yellow and white lights, red and green neon lights, streets at dawn and dusk, warm and cold cities, hills, grasslands, deserts, oceans, forests, heavy rain, sunlight and milky white fog, people of all shapes and sizes, a period of life.
In retrospect, one would realize that the world had imbued all sorts of concepts and thoughts into one's mind.
However, until the beginning of his rebirth, the cold and solid foundation of his previous life still dominated everything in his life. The only thing that could make him gentle was the confusion in his heart.
Those people … What exactly are they living for …?
Thus, after experiencing too many things, he gradually understood all of this. After twelve years of life, he finally obtained enough weight to completely replace his previous life. Only then did he think that perhaps he should go and see that person. That was why he had this journey in front of him. Facing that person again, he waved goodbye to his previous identity.
He flipped a page of the newspaper. In the bright waiting hall, a tall beauty carrying a suitcase walked past him. Her high heels made a sound that made people feel relaxed and happy.
Four years had made him miss a lot of things. Now, he could only look at the news to make up for the lack of knowledge of this world. He had never read the entertainment section, but today, after flipping over, he turned back. He frowned and looked at an interview with a European and American female singer. It was probably a female singer who was quite popular in Europe. There was a photo attached. He continued to look at it for half a minute, and then his phone rang.
The call was from Lingjing and Shasha in Jianghai. They had already received Fumo, who had just gotten off the plane. When they saw her injured appearance, they couldn't help but complain. She had obviously gone to help, but she was injured like this. It was really worse than before. Jiaming could only bitterly smile.
As he was on the phone, Jiaming casually looked out of the airport. On one side of the square, a group of people had gathered, holding slogans and wearing headscarves. They were a group of right-wing activists who wanted to change the textbooks. At this time, although there weren't many people coming in and out of the airport, there were still some Japanese watching from the side. In a corner of Jiaming's vision, a young man wearing blue and white casual clothes and carrying a huge travel backpack was also hiding behind a flower bed in the blind spot of this group of people. He really looked a little sneaky.
It was just a casual glance that he noticed this person. It was purely out of habit that he was more sensitive to blind spots. After turning his head to talk on the phone for a few seconds, a stone suddenly flew past in his field of vision.
"Ah!" With a scream, the speaker standing on the self-made small stage was shot in the forehead. Blood spurted out, and then he fell to the back. Suddenly, the scene was chaotic. The figure of the youth behind the flower bed quickly disappeared. When a group of right-wing activists rushed over, it seemed that they were unable to catch the murderer in the first place.
These fanatical right-wing activists were more or less related to the Japanese underworld. On one hand, they hurriedly sent the person who was hit in the head to the hospital. On the other hand, they quickly took out bamboo knives and other things from their bags and began to look for suspicious people in the vicinity of the square.
Jiaming glanced at the square a few times. At this time, the young man had already swaggered into the crowd entering the square. He walked towards the waiting hall with an innocent face. He held a digital camera in his hand and quietly pressed the shutter of the group of right-wing activists. At this time, the only thing that could be captured was the fierce side of this group of people.
Looking at the whole process of the whole thing, Jiaming couldn't help but laugh. After talking with Lingjing for a while, the young man had already entered the waiting hall. He walked past Jiaming and then heard Jiaming talking on the phone, but he stopped. After a while, he mouthed, "China?"
Jiaming nodded. The young man whispered, "Me too."
He sat down on the chair in front of Jiaming, hugging his travel bag and watching the group of right-wing activists outside with great interest.
Just now, the stone hit the middle of the forehead and blood flowed all over the ground. This matter could be big or small. These people were holding bamboo knives and were full of anger because their companion had been beaten. In their hearts, of course, they also thought of themselves as loyal patriots. At this time, they saw people in the square stop one person after another and ask if they were China people. They wouldn't stop until they spoke Japanese. There were policemen in the square, but in the face of this group of aggressive fanatics, they couldn't do anything for a while.
After a while, it seemed that someone had said something to the leader. Suddenly, a group of people came to the departure hall together. Several security guards at the door hurriedly stopped them. Some people asked the airport to take out the surveillance video just now. Most of the people took advantage of the lack of security and rushed directly into the hall.
At this time, Jiaming also ended the call with Lingjing. The young man opposite him smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, my name is Xie Bao Shu."
Then, he said the name of a small town in southern China. Jiaming also smiled and shook hands with him: "Gu Jiaming, from Jianghai."
Xie Bao Shu looked at the commotion at the side of the hall and smiled very innocently: "What are they doing?"
Jiaming laughed in his heart. The two of them were about the same age, but at this time, Jiaming's temperament was slightly more mature. Xie Bao Shu, on the other hand, had the youthful childishness of a young man. His expression was the same as Jiaming's when he was pranking or hurting people.
At this time, he naturally pretended not to know anything: "Right-wing activists who wanted to change the textbook were smashed by something."
"Wow … Serves them right."
The group of people's request to see the surveillance video naturally couldn't be answered in a short time. In fact, even if they got the surveillance video, it would be useless. The place behind the flower bed happened to be the surveillance's blind spot. It was unknown if Xie Bao Shu was lucky or if he knew from the beginning. And a large group of people holding bamboo knives in their hands were questioning people in the hall whether they were China people. Although the airport quickly mobilized the security guards, they naturally couldn't settle all of this in a few minutes.
Jiaming and Xie Bao Shu were watching all of this, and the two men holding bamboo knives also came close.
"Hey, are you China people?
Speak! "
Xie Bao Shu blinked and turned his head: "Hey, can you understand what they are saying?"
"They are asking us if we are Japanese, and they want us to say a few words to prove it." Then, he turned around and said in Japanese: "I am China people, what's the matter?" Xie Bao Shu nodded, indicating that he understood.
"Uh … Mizi Mizi Mizi, Yamate, I Nega Ge that mess … Ke Moji, Igu Igu, Flower Girl Mizi Mizi Mizi … Oh, and Baka …"
At this time, a few security guards ran over from not far away.
The two of them had already exchanged a few words in Chinese. When this messy Japanese was spoken, the right-winger in front couldn't suppress his anger. He shouted "Baka" and was about to rush over with his knife. Xie Bao Shu raised his camera and pressed the shutter. He turned around and was about to run away. The next moment, the man was kicked out by Jiaming.
*****
This small disturbance didn't cause too much of an obstacle to travel. After all, Jiaming had held back. And for the airport, the most important thing was naturally to suppress the troublemakers.
Jiaming and Xie Bao Shu talked a few more words. This seemed to be just a simple young man, and there was even some naivety in his character. He took Jiaming's next flight, which was also in the direction of Europe. But when Jiaming went to Venice, he would transfer to Albania midway.
It was just a small episode of a chance meeting, not enough to take it to heart. Ten minutes later, Jiaming boarded the plane. About eight hours later, the plane arrived in Venice. Because of the magical power of the time zone, it was still afternoon here.
As soon as he left the airport, someone came to pick him up. It was a super-long-range armor-piercing sniper bullet that told him this fact. In the sunny and charming afternoon, the bullet passed through the sky of Shui City. After passing by Jiaming, it blew out the window of a Cadillac in the rear parking lot. The huge power shattered the front and back windows into snowflakes at the same time.
Jiaming looked back for two seconds and blinked his eyes tiredly. Then his phone rang. He pressed the answer button: "Hello."
"Long time no see. You're not dead yet. You've become much more handsome."
"Everyone says so … Today, I came from Japan. When I was about to board the plane, a child stopped me and said, 'Brother, you're so handsome.' I slapped him on the spot …"
"What's wrong?"
"F * cking nonsense."
"Haha … Your sense of humor is getting more and more annoying …"
"If you don't like this … we can discuss it … There are some things that I didn't think of. There's no need to be angry with me …"
"Let's talk about it if you can survive."
Jiaming still wanted to say something, but the other side hung up. He looked at the phone helplessly and sighed. In front of the road, several high-speed sports cars had left the road and were rushing over in this direction with a violent roar …
"Bitch …" (To be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please go to www.qidian.com, support the author, support the original reading!)