Hidden Assassin: Section 417 New Year’s Eve (Part 1)


On January 21, 2004, the capital of Austria, Vienna.

I had a dream, and when I woke up, a cold feeling pierced my bone marrow.

It was probably summer in junior high school. She and Sha Sha participated in a certain martial arts competition, Jia Ming followed, and Cao Dongfeng was still there, turning around like a fly all day, and the three of them were all together, pretending to be very intimate. He looked like it, but it was actually really close. At that time, I kissed Jia Ming for the first time, acting for selfishness, and pounding in my heart. The little self who was still wearing a very cute braid...

They were all still small children, but at night they slept on the same bed. Three people huddled together, covered with a thin blanket, and touched their bodies together. It was a cool summer night, as well as each other. It felt refreshing, but none of the three of them would close their eyes to sleep. They were not sleepy. They lay down on the bed and looked out the window, looking out the beautiful moon on the treetop. Shasha got up and said that he was going out to take things to play cards together. The sound of fine footsteps came back from the corridor. After returning, he took a few bunches of marshmallows. Three people sat on the bed and licked and licked. The marshmallows were very good. It soon began to melt, sticking to her hand, she lowered her head to eat, so it was stained together with her face and the hanging hair. Jia Ming and Sha Sha were laughing at her. She tried to get rid of the stickiness. The sticky marshmallow wanted to open his eyes, and then... it really opened.

So sad...

Light came in from the white curtains. She was used to turning off the heat before going to bed at night. Only then did she feel cold in her daze. When she wanted to look for a warmer body next to her, she gradually woke up, she looked at On the ceiling, the sorrow and sorrow from his nose lingered. Over the past three years, this body still retains its original memory, sadly like a tarsal maggot, stubbornly fighting against time.

The hair as long as I was a child has long been cut off. Nowadays, the hair is barely reaching the shoulders. Few of the female students in the music department do this unless they are following the personality line. But she is not. Her beauty is always soft and traditional. Such hair seems to be a symbol of toughness and independence. Some people say that she is a maverick, but not many people understand. Every day here, she gritted her teeth.

After coming to Vienna for three and a half years, she has grown two centimeters taller and lost four kilograms, if only looking at the data. In fact, not much has changed. But in fact, she has become more slender and thinner, and more beautiful and mature. In the first two years, there were many suitors, and various methods emerged one after another, implicitly and unrestrainedly, and there were also chauvinistic boys who felt good about themselves rejected her. Treat it as a means of indulgence. Earlier last year, a guy with a wild personality used to say a few words to move her hands and feet. She was abruptly broken his hand in front of many people in the hallway outside the classroom. This kind of art-playing person just watched it. She was strong and looked vulnerable in front of Jiaming's specially selected articulation skills. A group of people were dumbfounded. No one knew that she had such a side when she looked soft, weak and elegant. From then on. Similar troubles are much less.

More than just pursuit. In the past few years, she has rejected many things. Refusing to have too much university communication, refusing to have too many memories, refusing to go home and even refusing to hear about Jiang Hai, she always kept herself in a certain hope, hoping that the previous breakup was due to some special reason-she understands Jia Ming, even now, she believes that this kind of understanding is not illusory, it is self-confidence and necessary, otherwise, all the good things built in past memories will fall apart, leaving nothing left.

If Jia Ming has been in a relationship with another woman for more than a year, he would never say it suddenly. Whether it is true or not, there must be other reasons.

She hoped that Jiaming had encountered a threat, that he had suddenly encountered something that couldn’t be solved but refused to say it, and even hoped—even if it was like a TV show with blood and romance—his real reason was because Under pressure, in order not to delay her future, she deliberately let her study abroad, so she chose to break up. Whatever the reason, there are still half a year when she finishes all this and finishes what he expected to do for herself, she will go back to Jianghai, throw these things in front of him, and tell him: "Look I was wrong, Ye Lingjing, you broke my heart..."

In any case, she can only look forward to it like this. After the breakup, memories and hopes are the only things she can grasp...

During this period, Dongfang Road came to her once, and the two chatted for a while. In fact, there was not much topic to talk about. As if he was aware of her mood, the other party did not say anything about Jia Ming or Jiang Hai. thing. The contact with the family every year is just a few phone calls, and the parents seem to avoid topics about Jiaming and rustling. She avoided everything with such a stupid thought. The only sad thing was that she couldn't get in touch with Shasha. The previous phone calls were no longer available. Is Jia Ming with her? Go to Beijing to go to university, or Jia Ming with her. Separated, otherwise she would definitely call to find herself. But after getting through the phone, what should the two of them say, until now she can't think of...

"The man we like dumped us..." or "He's a bastard..." Sasha likes Jia Ming more than herself, she definitely can't stand it...

She took the remote control and turned on the air conditioner. After a while she sat up from the bed, her hair scattered, and a photo album on the bedding. She fell asleep when she watched it last night and put it on the bedside table. She looked at the alarm clock, and it was twelve o'clock after noon, she rarely slept in.

Today’s New Year’s Eve, due to jet lag, it should be past 7 o’clock in the evening at home. She sat on the bed and dialed the phone at home. After talking to her parents for more than ten minutes, her eyes were red. In the past few years, my parents seemed to regret the decision to let her come to Vienna. They didn’t dare to mention more about sending her home on the phone, but in fact, she felt that she was sorry for them, and she didn’t even see them for the sake of Jiaming, too. Wayward. Love is not the whole of life. Everyone knows that, but when we are young and frivolous, who can really restrain such feelings?

After the overseas phone call, she was getting off the bed and knocking on the door rang. She walked to the cat’s eye and looked out. The man in a white suit outside the door was about 30 years old. With light blue eyes, thin silver-framed glasses, and blond shawl, he looked very handsome. He put his hands on his chest, holding a file bag, and saw no one talking. I rang the doorbell again.

"Mr. Julian, give me five minutes."

That said, she will come back to open the door in a few minutes. I have put on neat winter clothes and washed my face. I also arranged my hair, but I held a toothbrush in my hand: "I want to brush my teeth, please come in."

"Well, I'm thinking... Actually, it doesn't matter if you just get out of bed once, isn't it? So I don't have to stand outside for a few minutes..."

"Sorry."

Answered lightly. Lingjing closed the bathroom door, and when she came out after a while, she was completely neat and tidy: "Mr. Julian, I think... I took leave yesterday..."

"Not for this." Julian kept a charming smile, "I know that today is the most traditional and important New Year in China, in fact. A friend introduced me to a good Chinese restaurant, There will be a party tonight, I think you can go over and join it."

The room is not big. Julian sat on the sofa, sitting on the edge of the bed for a while, then looked up and smiled: "In fact, I don't really want to participate in such an event today..."

"O. If it is said that I want to participate. I want to experience Chinese customs, I hope you can accompany it... You know. I don't know much about China, and there are obstacles to Chinese."

There was a moment of silence, and Ling Jing nodded: "If you wish, teacher, I will go to the place."

In the past few years in Vienna, her tutor Julian is the one she knows most and the most recent. This teacher is young and talented. He has not only participated in the New Year's music performances in the Golden Hall, but also the honorary piano of the Austrian royal family. The tutor, who helped her a lot, introduced her to the opera house for work-study programs. Except for her fame, at least the salary she earned was enough to meet her living and learning needs. It was located outside the school in this room with a good condition and location, and it was also his The introduction was rented. She kept the bank cards and contacts that Jiaming gave her when she broke up with her. One day she would throw them back intact, asking him to apologize to herself.

Julian looked at her a few times, then smiled and shook his head: "Just kidding, I just think you should also have more normal social activities. Since I don’t like it, I don’t force it. In fact, I came here today. I want to give you these documents." He shook the file bag in his hand. "I talked to you about your post-graduation last year. I said casually at the time. You also casually rejected it, but I hope you can think about it again. You already have a good reputation. Several companies have expressed their intentions. I hope you will continue to develop in Europe. I have also contacted some friends. This is a series of plans for you, and I will act as you. Real estate agent, until the day you set foot on the stage in the Golden Hall."

"Teacher, this..."

Julian waved his hand: "You are talented and spiritual. As long as you develop, you will surely achieve great success. Because of many things, I have lost my spirituality. I can't focus on the piano anymore, so I hope to be able to Let it go for a while, and maybe you can find this feeling again. You deserve these things."

He took Lingjing's hand, put the file bag on it, and let it go quietly before the opponent reacted to rejection. Lingjing frowned: "Teacher, I will not stay in Europe..."

"You don't need to answer me so quickly. You can think about it for a few more days. I have something to do, so let's go first."

Julian looked at his watch, waved away, Lingjing escorted him to the door, watched the figure go downstairs, then closed the door and put the file bag in the drawer.

The photo album on the bedside table should also be stuffed in. After placing it in the middle, he hesitated for a moment, then pulled it out and turned it over. After a few glances, he closed it again, and put it on his knees for a long time. The air conditioner at the rear blew the gauze curtains, and white light poured into the whole room. The figure sat on the edge of the bed, lonely as if to melt into the light...

Julian walked out of the apartment door, took out two Chinese restaurant party tickets from his pocket and took a look at them, then tore them off and threw them into the trash can.

Not far away, my friend’s car was waiting there. The man leaned against the car door, saw him, and laughed: "I came out so soon again. Only in front of this girl, you always look for If there is no topic, I can talk about it. Should I say this is a good phenomenon or a bad phenomenon?"

"She is too sensitive, I don't want to be hated by her just like this."

Entered the car door from both sides, and then the car started slowly: "So, do you really want to arrange the future for her? Create an oriental music goddess?"

Julian smiled: "I should go to China."

"Huh?"

"She is very stubborn and will not stay in Europe, so I arrange so much for her first, and then she will make concessions and let me arrange her future in China, and... the East should be able to give me more inspiration That's right, I thought about going to see it a long time ago..."

"It's really hard work~IndoMTL.com~I think you really can't focus on the piano now..."

"I am more focused on her now."

"It's like every artist will fall in love with his own work?"

"Yes." Julian nodded, "It's like...every artist will fall in love with his own work."

When the car turned around the street corner ahead, he thought of the photo album on the bedside table in the room. He had seen the photos in it. Those were wedding photos of a man and two women. In those photos, Lingjing smiled sweetly and pleasantly, or sly and smartly. These emotions were enough to be called happy emotions. He had not seen them in the three years since serving as her mentor.

It will appear again one day...

The vehicle drove past the beautiful buildings. He stretched his brows as he thought.

At the same moment, Ling sat quietly in the light, pressing the album on his lap, his eyes blurred. Thousands of miles away, at the entrance of a deserted city street, the man behind the trolley raised his head and looked at the fireworks exploding and scattered in the night sky. The light flickered and dimmed, rendering the memory of that memory. Face...


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