Hidden Assassin: Author: Shuyu

The heavy cloud shadows slowly pressed down from the hazy sky, and the rain continued to fall, and the breeze slapped the body cold. Shasha was holding an umbrella, standing quietly in the rain, silently watching the white shadow in front of the tombstone in the distance, motionless. The Umbrella of that Shadow had fallen to the ground, and was gently whirled by the wind. She was covered in the hazy rain and mist. Her right hand gently stroked the tombstone. The thin figure trembled slightly in the rain, like catkins. It seems to drift away with the wind and rain at any time.

　　 Sha Sha watched quietly for a while, then turned and walked towards the gate of the cemetery. The red leather shoes hit the bluestone floor, constantly splashing small water.

　　The rain is getting heavier and heavier, Shasha stepped out of the gate, stopped after a few steps, and looked back at the huge high wall surrounding the cemetery. The shadowy figure that was just shaking quietly seemed to still be shaking in front of her eyes. "Lingjing crying like that seems to be the first time I have seen it." Shasha thought. I just wanted to step forward and say hello. I haven’t seen you for a long time, but my feet have been stuck in place and I can’t move them. It’s as if there are invisible chains in the dense rain. The whole body was tightly bound, and an inexplicable fear rose in my heart, telling myself not to step forward, not to step forward, and not to step forward. It was this kind of fear that kept him from contacting Lingjing for four years, never going back to Jianghai, never set foot in the old house of the Shazhugang, and never went back to the small rental house back then.

　　 Sha Sala opened the door, collapsed on the large seat, and slammed the door shut. At that moment, the whole world was isolated, the glass was washed away by heavy rain and blurred, and the world outside the car was distorted with the rain curtain with a sense of unreality. She turned on the car radio at random, the radio was fixed at the jazz frequency, and then the long French horn floated in the car, softly and mellowly.

　　 Actually, Sha Sha doesn’t like jazz. In fact, she doesn’t like all western music, but she doesn’t dare to listen to domestic radio stations because she is always afraid to hear those familiar melodies, those he used to sing while shaking his head on a bicycle. The melody that he had hummed in the night, the melody that he had screamed while waking himself up in the morning. All the familiar melody is frightening. Like the Sacred Heart Academy, Shazhu Gang, Jianghai City, and Lingjing, it has become a taboo in Shasha's heart. It is buried in the deepest place and should not be touched. As long as this is the case, everything that happens will not be so real, just like the world seen through the windowpane in the rain, not what it appears to be. From the beginning, I was desperately suppressing grief every day, but the painful whimpers always poured out from my heart. Later, I slowly began to withdraw, seeming to become an outsider, watching myself desperately practicing shooting, practicing lurking, practicing fighting, Trying hard to learn from him, it's like participating in the school's welcoming freshman stage play, or playing a long and long game with the two of them.

　　 must be fake, otherwise, how could there be an organization like Gloom Lyra? Otherwise, how could you practice this kind of thing day and night? Otherwise, how could he... how could he die? They're all fake, right? They're acting. One day, many people will tell him that the show is over, and he will show up in front of him with a wry smile, holding a bag of candies and fried chestnuts and saying that he's tired these days. It was about the final exam again, so I didn't come back, and then I hugged Lingjing and kicked him with a smile while saying that we already have Lily and don't need you to come back.

　　 Shasha was lying on the steering wheel, a little bit wanted to cry, but she couldn’t shed tears, she just sucked in with her mouth open, her heart was blocked tightly by something, even in the temperature-appropriate air conditioner, the body I also felt cold.

　　"Tuk Tuk", there was a light tapping sound from the car window, rustling put down the glass, a young man's face appeared in front of him, wearing a police uniform under the raincoat, smiling at rustling: "Miss, excuse me, I just saw you getting in the car and seemed a little uncomfortable, do you need help?"

　　 "No, thank you, I'm fine." Sha Sha replied with a grudging smile.

　　"Are you a college student?" The young policeman seemed to be trying to find a topic, "Are you here to worship the elders? Don't be too sad"

　　"Well, I'm here to pay homage to my father," the sand sofa moved the car, and the window slowly rose, "and my husband's. Goodbye."

　　 "Uh..." The policeman was stunned by the words behind the rustle, watching the student-like youthful face disappear behind the car window, in the majestic heavy rain as the car gradually disappeared.

　　The wiper wiped away all the obscurity in front of the glass, and rustling watched the world gradually clear before him, listening to the jazz music in the car. Although I knew that everything had happened, I always resisted it subconsciously. I told myself that the man was gone and would never come back, but I always refused to admit it somewhere in my heart. Lingjing connects, does not go back to the past, cuts off the fetters from everything in the memory, then, it seems that it can be done if all of this is regarded as non-existent.

　　 However, after returning to the river, everything seemed to become clear again, and the deep-buried sadness began to resurface stubbornly. Everything that I refused to admit in my subconscious began to jump in front of my eyes, more and more Clear. He is nowhere, nowhere. Before, I kept telling myself subconsciously that he was right there, making newly learned cakes in the kitchen, flipping through thick cartoons on the sofa, and watching boring soap operas in the living room, right there. , It's just that I was far away from him, so I didn't look for him. As long as I looked for it, I would definitely find him. But only now I found out, or admitted completely, I couldn't find it no matter how to find it. He is no longer in that room. There is no him in the kitchen, living room, or bedroom. He can't be found in the martial arts hall, nor is he in school, nor is he in the Shazhu Gang~IndoMTL.com~ Where is he? Really... Did you really fall asleep under that tombstone? Is it true? Turns out, is it true? Otherwise, why would Lingjing cry so sad in front of the tombstone. Otherwise, why would I feel so painful?

　　 Jia Ming, he is no longer there. Already, dead. Shasha parked the car on the side of the road and took another deep breath, feeling colder and colder. He is nowhere to be found. When he is sad, he will no longer hold himself quietly in the warm bed. Everything has disappeared, and he is really gone. Lingjing will no longer press on himself and shout Saying "Gu Jiaming, your eldest wife is lying in bed again, she is going to be late", and he will no longer see him running to the bed in an apron, tapping his **** with a shovel handle while laughing and scolding himself as a lazy pig.

　　 "I like you very much... Jia Ming." The distant voice seemed to sound softly, and the smile in front of him reappeared in his mind, which made my heart hurt. "I already liked you before Lingjing said that I liked you, but I didn't know..." It hurts, and my heart feels cold.

　　 The car started again, broke through a curtain of rain, and drove swiftly down the street. Shasha stared at the more familiar scenery washed away by the rain, as if he was running on the street back then. Just now the spirit of crying appeared, and it overlapped with her when she was young. The immature voice seems to be still audible now: "From today on, you must be nice to us, don't bully us, don't leave us, forever Stay with us..."

　　"The three of us...will always be together..."

　　 Shasha suddenly stopped the car, looked up at the heavy rain falling down from the sky, and suddenly shouted: "Gu Jiaming, you **** who doesn't keep the promise--"

The sound of 　　 was overwhelmed by the sound of pouring rain, and only the sound of rushing rain was heard on the street. The heavy rain poured down in patches, getting bigger and bigger.