Hidden Assassin: Volume 4, Youth at the Time, Section 151, Confession

When I walked out of the cinema, it was already midnight. With the ending music of the Titans at the end, the crowded crowd brought another moment of excitement to the rainy night. Holding up the umbrella, Lingjing and Shasha's eyes were all red, but compared to some women who were still using tissues to wipe their tears, their performance was much stronger.

"So bloody, I knew I wouldn't watch it, it's better to watch Journey to the West again..."

"Well, go home and watch the Westward Journey or the Westward Journey, hey, the person sitting behind us just cried so loudly, right?"

"Hey, I'm talking about you two. It's too disagreeable to say this kind of words? Who is on me just now..."

"What did you say?"

"Uh, no...the rain was so heavy today, it made my hands wet, haha..."

The three exchanged their eyes weirdly. For a moment, Lingjing and Shasha pointed at each other, and said in unison: "It's Shasha (Lingjing) crying..." After a period of silence, the three people's heart-to-heart smiles sounded on the road. Laughter.

As a box office miracle in the film history of the 20th century, "Titanic" was completed at the end of 1997 and was introduced to China in early 1998. It has been a month or two since entering Jianghai City, but in Lingjing and Shasha, it is still This is the first time I came to the cinema to watch it. In front of this movie that was so devastating to female audiences, the two girls still failed to escape. To the cry of a large group of female audiences, they gave a lot of tears. . of course. Being caught in it, Jiaming felt a little helpless. He could know that most of these women would cry when they watched a movie, but why they should cry is a little difficult to understand, and it is very tragic? Is it a pity? Just as he can support Lingjing to like celebrities, but it is really difficult to understand what it's like to chase a star.

The biggest trouble since then. In fact, it was the line of "I am the king of the world" in the movie. The two girls were too impressed by the words Jia Ming taught them on the Star Dream cruise ship, but the movie hadn't even been shot at that time. For a while, he had no choice but to ridicule that it was a mysterious and romantic curse in Europe. I am afraid that the inspiration for the movie was also found here.

Because the time is Saturday. Without making it clear to the family, the two girls still had to go back to their homes to rest. During the squabbles all the way, they first sent Shasha home, and then Jiaming and Lingjing went to Ye Shiwu together. As I walked to the museum, the distance was neither long nor short. Since they had already left the city center, it was difficult to find a taxi on the street at midnight, and the two of them were holding umbrellas. Walk through this familiar street market. After a while, Lingjing put away the umbrella. Yu Jiaming squeezed under an umbrella.

"Well, I didn't bring out the signed notebook that I promised to give Shasha. I went a little anxiously..." He took a deep breath and looked at Jiaming with a smile, "No Shasha mentioned it all the way... …"

"Uh...how did you talk to the big star?" Jia Ming asked, putting his arms around the shoulders of Ling Jing.

"I still insist on not participating in the dance, anyway...it doesn't make sense to go back." She raised her face and smiled, "Cucumbers are better with bananas and eggplants, huh..."

"Oh, then we have to choose a good song. Let the arrogance of those guys be suppressed... But it's right if you don't go back, good horses don't eat the grass. We will ignore them in the future. Let the students lament their loss."

Looking at Jia Ming’s smile, Ling Jing’s eyes suddenly hesitated. After a while, he hesitated and asked: "Actually... Jia Ming, are you and Shasha hiding something from me?" /

"Why do you ask?"

"Sister Yu Si... She has been apologizing very implicitly... Jia Ming, Sha Sha will have that attitude, not because of her signature, right?"

The umbrella stopped by the street light, and the lights of the car flashed by. Jia Ming shook his head and smiled, patted her arm, and the two continued to walk forward.

"Will the student suddenly make that kind of unreasonable decision? When Dongfang Road does not allow it, Tan Suyan can't tell a good friend to replace her temporarily. Shasha is too attitude toward Sister Yusi. It’s weird, so I think it’s weird. I thought of something..."

"When did you feel wrong?"

Leaning on the shoulders of Jiamingdi, Lingjing's eyes are clear and she smiles.

"That's when Sister Yusi said sorry to you, and then you followed Shasha out. I felt even more strange. When I saw Sister Yusi for the first time, what did you sing in the auditorium ONLY-U? , Ha ha... It made the scene a mess, how could you be restrained. After these things were connected, I deliberately mentioned dancing a few times. Sister Yu Si's expression seemed a bit embarrassed, although I didn't say it clearly, but I could hear it. She was apologizing, and then wanted to ask more, but she couldn't ask anything. When it was almost nine o'clock, thinking of watching a movie, I hurriedly said goodbye... You and Shasha really knew it a long time ago?"

"Heh...she has been rolling in the music scene for so long, and she really doesn't want to say something, how can you come out more."

"That... is really Sister Yusi?" Even though I had already guessed it in my heart, Lingjing was slightly taken aback when seeing Jia Ming's default attitude, "But, there is no reason, Yusi. Why do you want to do that, I haven't done anything..."

"Who knows? Oh, for some unexplainable reason." Jia Ming shook his head and smiled, clasping his arms around the quiet body. "Maybe she just quarreled with her boyfriend, maybe she was in her menstrual period. It may also be that she just choked on drinking water, and she was a little depressed, and she subconsciously wanted to make others depressed. In the final analysis, she was quiet, and you were an indifferent passerby in her eyes. She would not deliberately deal with you. , I won’t care too much about you. If you make an analogy, it’s as if you were walking on the street and you were accidentally splashed with water. It’s purely a disaster."

Lingjing was silent for a while, and said softly: "So you and Shasha help conceal it, because I will be sad if I know it?"

"Hiding or not concealing is a trivial matter. For us, isn't Fang Yusi also a passerby?" Jia Ming said with a depressed look, "Actually, there is nothing wrong with chasing stars, and I also admire Fang Yusi. ."

"Huh?"

"Her character is not my business, but there is no doubt that she has sang a few good songs. These songs touched you and moved me, so let's worship Fang Yusi when singing. Every A person who is touched by her has a perfect Fang Yusi in his heart. Since the real person is not so perfect, of course it has nothing to do with the Fang Yusi in our heart. It's like when we sing someone called Cucumber I love you, who knows Lingjing classmate Is it just a naive girl who blindly chases stars?"

Being amused, Lingjing puffed her cheeks as if she wanted to attack, but then relaxed her aura again: "By the way, Sister Yusi came here this time, in fact, for you to write a song for her. Right?"

"Hmm."

"Stop writing to her. I don't want you to help others write things for my reasons. Anyway, I didn't agree to her directly...we didn't talk about it."

"Heh." Jia Ming faintly

"Let’s write a song. She apologized and made you very happy. You still signed it, didn’t you? A song is just a matter of effort."

"But..." Lingjing hesitated slightly, "But after this, won't she want more?"

"I hope she is somewhat measured." Shaking his head, Jia Ming gave a clear smile. Looking at the smile, he lowered his head quietly and said nothing.

In the night rain, there was a long time of snuggling and silence. When the road was about to turn, the girl suddenly turned around, held up the umbrella, and rushed out in the direction where she came.

"Uh...what are you doing?"

"I suddenly felt that I have to go back, thank you Shasha, Jiaming, you go and tell your parents that I won't go back tonight, okay?"

Turning around elegantly in the rain, slid out a beautiful dance step, waved quietly, smiled brilliantly, Jia Ming sighed, and followed her in her direction: "Forget it, I will send you Let’s go, the world is so chaotic, if you meet the Tribulation Dao, wouldn’t I have suffered a great loss..."

"It's not that I don't know how to fight." Lingjing quickly threw two punches toward the front, screaming, "Don't look at your little wife like this, I practice every day, very powerful."

"You're so big!" A pat on the back of Lingjing's head, Jiaming smiled, "It's okay for you and Shasha to bully me at home. I always feel uneasy when I go out to bully others. I said I want to follow. Going to follow!"

Holding his head, Lingjing whispered softly: "**..."

"What happened to **? It's a dictatorship. People who just made a mistake dare to talk back!"

Jia Ming raised his hand. Lingjing hurriedly stretched out her hand to cover the back of her head, and said "Oh", a bit wronged and sweet. Walking a long way along the way back, Lingjing said: "Jia Ming, can you let me carry you?"

"Huh?" Jia Ming's mouth opened into an "O" shape, "I am carrying you?"

Lingjing nodded playfully: "Yes, I am carrying you."

Ling Jing stared blankly for a long time. To make sure she was not joking, Jia Ming rolled his eyes and said, "It's too much, it doesn't fit my style at all, no, so let's do it, you want to carry it. I will carry you until Shasha is there."

"No, I just want to carry you on my back."

"I am very heavy, you are a girl..."

"It's not heavy at all." He rushed over and hugged Jia Ming's waist. With a hard effort, he lifted Jia Ming's feet off the ground. Although Lingjing has a slender figure, she is exercising every day. In terms of punching power, he is bigger than boys of the same age: "Okay, let me recite it. Don't worry, you won't fall..."

After some confusion. Jia Ming reluctantly rode on her waist, and then put his arms around her shoulders. Two hurried passersby passed by, staring dumbfounded.

"Look, it doesn't feel heavy at all, Jiaming, why are you so light?"

I was squeezed dry by the two of you... I thought about it casually, but naturally I couldn't say something like this: "The body is as light as a swallow, this is the result of hard work... Let me down the next telegraph pole."

"Don't let it go until the end of the street..." smiled happily. Although the power is much greater than the average girl, but there is no experience of backing others. The posture of walking quietly still looks a bit difficult. Jia Ming put his arms around her shoulders and did not dare to move. Try to choose a position that makes her comfortable, and sighed: "I think it's more accustomed to carry you back..."

"Come in turn, each carrying a street." Hearing Jia Ming's awkward tone, Lingjing kept smiling.

"I'm sure your brain is pretty funny..."

"You have to support me for a lifetime even if you show up, the goods will not be refunded if you send them out!"

"..."

Amidst the voice, at the end of the street, Jia Ming hurriedly got off Lingjing's back, and then picked her up. Lie down on Jiaming's back, propped up his umbrella, Lingjing let out a comfortable moan, Jiaming shook his head in front of him: "It's still more comfortable like this."

Lingjing smiled softly and lay down for a long time before speaking softly: "I just want to know, Jiaming, how hard it will be for you to come here with me and Shasha on your back..."

"Heh..." Jia Ming smiled while holding her legs proficiently, "That's why you guys have been holding an umbrella for me..."

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The dog's blood seems to be spilled too much, making it look like a romance novel, but in any case, it is necessary to develop.

When I wrote the previous section, I thought that if you still write according to the pattern, like many books, if Fang Yusi is tortured and then abused, I am afraid that it will be better to write, and everyone will always cheer and praise the YY book. Agree. But I can’t write it in the end, because I can only be me. I can disregard a lot of common sense, any information and historical facts in terms of setting, but I must write in a reasonable manner in terms of human nature. This way of handling, at least in my opinion Come, it is a mature attitude to life-I have no right to question others, but I insist on myself. So ~IndoMTL.com~ Even if it loses some of its readers, the plot still develops like this. Since I have portrayed a mature protagonist, I can't make him a wayward child.

Then, Lingjing is not a fool.

Next comes star chasing. Anyone should have a goal, a longing, and a yearning in his heart. Chasing a star is a healthy thing, because what we are chasing is always the perfect image in our heart, which is the reflection of the stars on the stage in our hearts. He is undoubtedly perfect, but if the creature is just an ordinary person for the real star himself, there is no doubt that he should not have any connection with the image in your heart.

I admire Lu Xun's thoughts, the indifferent expression in Haruki Murakami's book, and admire Zhou Enlai... Well, it's almost everything I know, but of course it won't be Zhou Enlai's everything. Because these things have formed perfect coordinates in my heart, they have nothing to do with the real master, because I know that they are just ordinary people, and everyone is ordinary. In the Yanzhaomen incident, these stars are basically not intimacy, but the two songs Gillian sang, one "Daughter" and "Gone with the Wind" have touched me, and I still like to sing this song. They-even though I can't type the name of that group. As ordinary people, no matter what they do, I will not feel angry, because the image of idols in my heart is never related to them as ordinary people, so it has never been shattered. This is my view of idols.