September 28th, 1997, Sunday.
At noon, the sound of Shasha cooking could be heard from the inner room along with the fragrance of the dishes. The music of the Noon News could be heard from the living room. Not long after, a woman's voice could be heard from the kitchen, "Ye Han!
Ye Han! "
A moment later, Jiaming's figure appeared at the kitchen door with a sunny smile on his face, "What's the matter?
Father Ye is in the bathroom. "
"Lazy people always like to go to the bathroom."
As the chief surgeon of a large hospital, the elegant and astute Mama Ye revealed a helpless smile. She then took out a few yuan from her pocket, "There's no soy sauce in the kitchen. Jiaming, help me go out and buy a bottle. Oh right, where's Lingjing?"
"Yeah, she and Shasha are fighting in the arena outside. Those junior brothers and sisters finally left and the arena was just cleared out."
"Wild girl … … She just can't stay still … …" Mama Ye laughed, "People say that they just have to give birth to some soy sauce. After giving birth to Lingjing, I didn't see her when I asked her to give birth to some soy sauce."
"There's still me."
Jiaming said jokingly, "Isn't Lingjing my child bride? This share belongs to Lingjing."
"Hehe, you child."
Mama Ye stretched out her hand and patted Jiaming's head. She laughed and said, "I say, you're good at everything, but your personality is a bit too soft. You just came back from school, so don't always be busy pouring tea for the students in the dojo. It's good for boys to have a gentle personality, but if you're too gentle, it's easy for you to be looked down upon by those who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. You, ah, did you learn this from your father Ye? That guy is always gentle when doing things, but at least he looks a bit scary, you … …"
"Tight — — Hoop — — Curse — — Ah — — Master, spare me … …" Jiaming held his head and ran out with the money for the soy sauce, leaving behind Mama Ye who couldn't help but laugh in a doting manner.
He ran all the way through the small courtyard to the small dojo that had already closed the door. On the arena, two girls were rolling together, their four legs tangled together like fried dough twists. Lingjing's hand desperately reached towards Shasha's armpit, while Shasha's claws fiercely pounced on Lingjing's soft waist. What kind of move is this?
Before he stopped, Shasha had already looked over. "What's going on … … Ah — — Lingjing, you cheated, you sneak attacked, haha, Jiaming, save me … …"
Lingjing seized the moment when she was distracted and sneaked an attack on her vital part. Shasha begged for help while rolling around the arena. Lingjing, on the other hand, suddenly evolved from the usual little sheep into a predatory big bad wolf, rolling together with her opponent. Hearing the bell-like laughter in the arena, Jiaming helplessly waved the money in his hand. "I'll go buy soy sauce, you guys continue … …" He opened the small door and ran out, sighing in his heart. "Two lilies … …"
After buying the things at the small store in the residential area, he walked all the way back, his face no longer had that bright smile.
In the sky, the sun was shining brightly. Two cars were quietly parked on the street of the residential area, and residents riding bicycles passed by. There weren't many pedestrians, but when they saw Jiaming pass by, they even waved their hands to say hello. From the residential buildings on both sides of the street, there was a tempting smell of food, and the sound of the TV was varied. He took a deep breath and raised his head to look at the sky.
This kind of life was something that he had yearned for for countless days and nights, but … … why did he still feel a little lost … …
Humans are really creatures that don't know contentment.
He shook his head and smiled, then quickly ran back.
While eating, the TV spent a lot of effort to broadcast the news that the luxury cruise ship "Xing Meng" was going to go out to sea. When the picture cut to the luxury cruise ship, the whole family praised in front of the TV again and again. Sha Sha said regretfully, "Actually, we still have two spare tickets. It's a pity that Father Ye and Mother Ye are busy, otherwise we can go together."
Mama Ye smiled and said, "How can you ask for leave from the hospital, not to mention you have to dress up properly. The people going up are all rich people, so you can just go and have fun.
By the way, Lingjing, Shasha, when we bought the two dresses yesterday, Jiaming wasn't here. You two wear them out for Jiaming to see.
Although it's not very expensive, it's still very beautiful. "
"There's no need to specially wear it out for him to see. If he doesn't see it, then he doesn't see it." Lingjing said deliberately.
Jiaming also smiled and said, "Anyway, I'll see it sooner or later when we go up, not to mention … …" He paused, "Not to mention that we haven't decided whether we're going or not."
Lingjing and Shasha were slightly stunned, then immediately showed a relieved expression and laughed again, but this time, the two girls' conversation didn't have the tone of admiring the luxury of the ship.
In terms of tacit understanding, the cooperation of the three had reached the realm of telepathy.
After lunch, Lingjing's family had the habit of taking an afternoon nap. Lingjing and Shasha shared a room, and when Jiaming rested here, he usually slept in a small attic on the second floor. There was a simple bed there, and through the slanted top floor window, one could see the scenery outside.
At this moment, Jiaming was quietly half lying on the bed, looking at his hands.
Outside the window, a white dove gracefully walked on the window lattice, then flapped its wings and flew away.
At a certain moment, Jiaming put down his hands, and the door next to him opened silently. Wearing a white evening dress and snow-white high heels, Lingjing walked in softly, then closed the door, and elegantly turned in a circle in front of Jiaming.
"I knew you weren't asleep.
How is it?
Is it beautiful? "
The evening dress wasn't particularly gorgeous. Compared to the messy evening dresses shown on TV, perhaps only the word plain could describe it.
Her chest wasn't particularly low cut, and her back wasn't too exposed. The entire long dress appeared like a mountain spring flowing down. If it were to be seen by someone with particularly harsh standards, it would probably only be considered as an ordinary dress. However, this dress brought out Ling Jing's natural aura completely. Fresh, elegant, intelligent, and coupled with the strange mature feeling she exuded from a young lady, it was as if she had already become a wife. Even Jia Ming was slightly taken aback when he saw this, before he smiled and spread his arms wide.
"My Lingjing is always very beautiful."
"Perfunctory."
Lingjing cutely wrinkled her little nose, then obediently took off her shoes by the bed and shrank into Jiaming's arms. "Shasha's dress is also very beautiful. Her dress is black, but when she wears high heels, she will sprain her ankle. Haha, we chose a pair of shoes for her with super short heels …"
"I think you should also have a necklace …" Jiaming's fingers stroked her snow-white neck, then took the opportunity to reach into her clothes. Lingjing giggled and grabbed his hand, pressed it on her chest, then rolled her eyes at him. "Don't move, we're not in school, mom and dad will hear, and we didn't bring that back. Oh, it's quite comfortable like this …"
"But like this, my posture is very strange …"
Lingjing smiled and moved her body, allowing his arm to wrap around her neck and reach into her dress. Feeling the whiteness of his palm and the girl's heartbeat in his palm, Jiaming asked, "Do you have something to ask me?"
"You have something on your mind." Lying in Jiaming's arms, Lingjing closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, the corners of her mouth curved into a sweet smile.
"Ah, there is indeed …" Jiaming paused, "It's not that I have any conflicts with Sister Ya Han, it's just that … I have some problems. Originally, these problems were not important, but suddenly, I realized that I am a little bothered. Lingjing, if I don't tell you now, will you and Shasha be angry?"
Lingjing opened her eyes. "If we are angry, will you tell us?"
"Yes.
If you want to know, I will tell you. "
"Then let's not talk about it now. Dad said that every man has their own secrets … Although he said this to me when he found out that he was hiding money behind Mom's back, I think it makes sense. When you want to keep a secret, Shasha and I will believe you. When you want to talk about it, Shasha and I will help you share the burden, because we are, we are … a family."
She shifted into a more comfortable sleeping position in Jiaming's arms and hugged Jiaming's hand tightly to her chest. The girl softly muttered, "Don't talk now, it's so comfortable. If you don't want to go on the trip, you should return the ticket to Sister Ya Han. Don't secretly sell it. Also, your secret stash … can't hide too much …"
"Haha."
Jiaming laughed. After a while, he looked out the window again. Although he had mixed feelings, there was a trace of calmness.
Yesterday evening, at the seaside, in just a moment, he had subconsciously felt fear in his heart.
People who had struggled between life and death countless times would often have a magical sixth sense. Whenever disaster befell them, they would have a magical feeling.
Ordinary people might only think of it as a myth, but as the best assassin, this feeling was not unfamiliar to him. Of course, even if the other party had a sixth sense, others would have a way to hide it. Just like Tank, Bai Nana, and the others were completely unable to guard against Jiaming's attack. Perhaps because the opponent was too weak, the moment he aimed the sniper rifle, he did not try his best to hide his murderous intent. If it was him in the past, this was almost impossible.
When a lion hunts a rabbit, it must use all its strength.
Although an assassin had to think of a way out for himself at any time, in such a battle, it was very stupid to hold back or underestimate the enemy. However, the six years after his rebirth, living in a warm and soft environment was too long. Such an environment gave him a sense of security that he had never felt before, but it also caused him to underestimate the enemy and neglect in the past.
The moment he aimed, a person on the speedboat suddenly turned around. His reaction was as fast as lightning, and the sniper rifle was aimed at him at the same time.
If he pulled the trigger, it was hard to say how things would develop. He was faster than the other party, but the moment he saw the person's appearance and movements, he subconsciously chose to dodge.
Neither side fired, but he knew that he had lost.
A person who had lost the heart of an assassin could not become a real assassin. Even if he no longer wanted to be an assassin and only wanted to live a peaceful life with Lingjing and Shasha, this moment of retreat left a shadow in his heart.
He … wanted to regain this confidence, but it seemed that he should not risk Lingjing and Shasha. Since Cui Guohua was here, he should be the guard on Dream of Star. Tank and the other four had failed, and it seemed that they would not have any ideas about Dream of Star. However, in Jiaming's heart, he knew that with that person involved, it would not end so quickly.
Because he was —
The King of Assassins!