Hidden Assassin: Honeymoon Salad (2) The Unlucky Day 1 Author: Shukhov

(2) The worst day

　　"The train from Platform 4 to Nantianmen is about to enter the station——"

　　"This train...waits for the express train to pass at Huangtuling Station..."

　　 If it is not necessary, Jia Ming seldom takes the subway to work. After all, there is still a long distance from where he lives.

　　 The crowd who drove the car in the morning passed the ticket gate and moved along the stairs to the basement. This is not the starting station, and the people are not too crowded, but there are not many gaps to surpass calmly.

　　 "Hey! Ah..."

　　 seems to be the sixth sense before the danger, Jia Ming suddenly stopped, and a woman screamed behind him. Something, with wind pressure, felt like it was pressed down.

　　 Jiaming only had time to turn back halfway. At that moment of flashing light-it was an adult woman who crashed down almost parallel to the stairs. The position he stood was exactly on the trajectory where the opponent fell. There is no time to think about it. In fact, even if you want to get out of it, it’s impossible. As a natural response...a kind of instinct, he subconsciously stretched out an arm--

　　 tearing————

　　 The sleeve of the arm that stretched out was held in the woman's hand, and a little bit remained attached to the shoulder...........Jia Ming's eyes widened...brain There was a blank space for a while.

　　The new clothes made last summer..........

　　 This kind of situation can only be attributed to the fact that he is really bad enough. Even if it is purely to relieve the depression in his heart, Jia Ming cannot blame the woman. After all, this is just an accident. If the blame is irresponsible, he will avoid it in time. The onlookers are even more stupid. Who can make you unobtrusive? In short, this is the so-called extremely bad luck.

　　I had a nightmare and missed the bus late and didn’t eat breakfast. Now a sleeve is also torn off.....how to digest this ensuing bad luck...

　　 "Are you okay?" An elderly woman asked the woman who fell down the stairs caringly, and took out her handkerchief to her.

　　 This woman is wearing a conservatively styled long skirt. It is the kind of double-shouldered one-piece long skirt that was popular in the last century. The skirt is monochromatic woolen cloth, plus the thick inside. The long-sleeved sweater first gives people the overall feeling of being old. In fact, she is only 26 years old this year. She is in her youth, but she is dressed in an untimely fashion. It can be said that she is not a person on the streets of the city. Unique is also an extremely rare type.

　　The man couldn’t stand up, one of the shoulder straps fell off awkwardly and slanted to her arm. She didn’t care. She turned a deaf ear to other people’s concerns, except for shivering. She didn’t respond. The middle-aged woman thought that she would not be stupid. Okay, or is it a fool? After all, how can an adult fall from such a high place, and hesitate to say: "Hey, you... are you okay?"

　　 "Ah... it's... this person..." She seemed to think of something, and tremblingly pointed to Jia Ming next to her, "It's him. ......! He pushed me down!"

　　 It seems that Jia Ming was so shocked that the speechless silence gave her the confidence to strengthen her judgment. She stood up from the ground with all her strength, the woman put her hands on her chest, and complained in a more emotionally excited tone. "I was pushed down by him!"

　　 really...what's going on...it's so awkward...the crowd talked a lot. Although it is the peak time for work, many passers-by come around and point out. Most of Xiang Jiaming's gaze contains contempt and accusation.

　　 Jia Ming put down the hands on his shoulders. His character is a type that will become detached when he gets angry. At this time, he speaks for the first time, but it seems that he is telling something that has nothing to do with himself. Irrelevant things: "Did you fall from above?"

　　"——How can I push you down when I’m already down the stairs?"

　　 "Huh?" The woman looked at the place where she was standing in confusion, "Ah..." she suddenly realized that she had just wronged a good person, and she covered her mouth in disbelief.

　　 "Oh--", the onlookers also suddenly disappeared as birds and beasts.

　　The innocence that had been criticized by others was preserved, but the clothes that could rot were no way after all. Jia Ming thought that today was the worst luck. The ragged clothes are still ugly to wear, so I simply took off my coat and put it in my arms to continue on the road. I couldn't even miss the subway.

　　 But the woman trot to follow her, shouting as she ran: "Wait a minute...I'm sorry, I...Please wait a minute!"

　　"...what's the matter?"

　　 "I'm sorry! I..." At this moment, she was holding a common shopping paper bag, "I was so sorry just now!"

　　 "Forget it." It was originally a disaster, Jia Ming now most importantly is to catch the subway, without any expression, he continued to stride towards the platform.

　　 "Hey...wait...Your coat...I will sew it!"

　　 "It's all like this, no need to make up."

　　 "I will sew it!...really, I promise!" She lowered her head and grasped Jia Ming's coat tightly, not letting go.

　　Even Jia Ming, who is completely unable to needle and thread, probably knows that the repaired clothes are incomparable to the original, not to mention this is a coat, "I said you... If you are really sorry, Can you stop worrying about this?"

　　"But..."

　　 "I'm in a hurry, this thing will stop here, okay... you can give it to you if you want it, you can't wear it anyway."

　　 The two of them had already reached the platform, and Jia Ming let go of their hands and turned to leave. The woman held the tattered clothes in her arms and stayed in place.

　　 Exit the ticket gate, awful... the wallet, I left it in the suit and didn’t take it out...

　　 How to explain the process of apologizing afterwards and press the table, in short, it is a hurry to hurry up, as soon as I enter the door and say hello to a colleague who is already reading the newspaper, the colleague is not surprised why Da Leng Tian Jiaming did not wearing jacket.

　　Unexpectedly, there are not many people in the office at this time, "Where are the others?"

　　"Work flexibly. I didn't come until ten o'clock. I went to drink last night."

　　 "Are you late?" The other party puts down the newspaper that has been read once, "You can also report to work flexibly."

　　 "Oh, no... I haven't worked for a full year, so I can't apply for flexible work." Jia Ming joined the company around this time last year. Almost a year has passed, and finally he has adapted to the new Position.

　　 "Ah...? Is there such a rule?"

　　 At this time, a phone call came in from the office, "Gu Jiaming, line 3, it is from the GB system." Jiaming worked for that software company for a period of time.

　　 Jiaming picked up the receiver and lowered his voice: "Enough is enough, I'm still at work..."

　　"Ah~~Because of that—that ghost accounting system you did—isn’t there a heavy load? That's it—"

　　 across the phone line on both sides, you came and I talked for a long time, "This way it won’t be right next!"

　　"Don’t be so ruthless...Teach me...it’s too much trouble to check one by one."

　　 Jia Ming: "............"

　　*

　　 speaking of it, he is also a person who is about to reach the end of the third year. At this age, many things are repeated and repeated, and some life experience has been accumulated. On this basis, I occasionally have some insights. Fortune Wushuang comes, misfortunes never come singly, and when people are unlucky, there is always more than one bad thing, and it will not leave you a breathing buffer time. At 7:40 in the afternoon, it was dark early in the early spring, and the lights were beginning to come on outside. The worst day in history had come to an end. Jia Ming walked out of the property building where the office is located, and finally got a real understanding of the old saying in his heart. .

　　"The South District Garden Station is here.....Passengers who have got off the bus, please bring your belongings..."

　　 Carrying a borrowed stored-value card, Jia Ming and the bustling crowd rushed out from the subway station. When he passed the lost and found fence, he didn't have much hope, he just glanced at something better than nothing.

　　 I'm very sorry this morning, I handed your stored-value card to the station.

　　 wrote this sentence on the whiteboard with an oil-based pen, with his name and stored-value card number underneath it, so mixed in among the names of many owners, it looks very eye-catching.

　　"Please write your address and name here........Contact information.........."

　　 At the station information desk, the staff handed Jia Ming a signature pen. On the table in front of him was an 8-open notebook on which many similar careless ghosts had been recorded one after another. There is also a column for recording the name of the person who has been found, which can be written by the other party or not. In fact, this column is indeed filled with blanks. When Jia Ming found his name in the owner's column, "Ye Lingjing" was written beside it.

　　 Ye Lingjing........ Ye Lingjing........The name is very good, and...I always feel that this person’s name, where I’ve seen it before, is Both sense of sight? ..... Having said that, based on the morning's impression, there is no "spirit" and "stillness" at all.

　　 "Anything else missing? You can check with me again."

　　 So I checked the items in the wallet with a very serious and responsible staff member, such as stored-value cards, driver’s licenses, ID cards, business cards issued by the company, bank cards, and a few small notes. Jia Ming took it and flipped through it. It was accidentally found that there was a neatly folded note inside: Put the jacket here again, Ye Lingjing. There is also her contact information and address below.

　　 There is no need to hurry. He relaxes and walks the subway station to his residence. This area is far away from the city. It was originally a riverside mudflat wasteland. It was only developed into a densely populated residential area a few years ago. Nearly nine o’clock, except for a few deserted supermarkets and real estate agents with their lights on, the streets are already hard to find people. The sound of the engine of the vehicle is faintly heard from far away, from small to large, and then gradually disappears——

　　 It seems that the whole city and the whole world under the sky are only me.

　　 In fact, he usually arrives home at about this time, messing things up, often working overtime, coworkers’ meals, occasional purchases, it feels like the time between dinner and eight or nine o’clock in the evening always passes If you have to do something very fast to kill the time, you can turn off the lights and go to sleep, and the day will pass.

　　 The so-called pain, no matter how big the impact was at the beginning, even if it cannot be completely healed, it will eventually be pressed to the invisible bottom layer after time deposits, but if one day the water is muddled, the residue underneath will turn over Come up, what should I do?

　　 The dream last night induced the painful memories of the past~IndoMTL.com~ Even though I understand that the sky can be suppressed by the noise from all directions, but now I am alone, it belongs to the past. It became stronger and stronger, and wanted to bury it back, but couldn't let it go. Looking back from this perspective, perhaps the worst day may be welfare.

　　The units that Jiaming is still offering belong to small apartments for single young people. In order to win by quantity, these buildings are usually built very high. Normal people generally prefer the third and fourth floors. He prefers the unpopular ones. On the top floor, time is money, and the money he saves is wasted on the elevator.

　　 "You are finally back!"

　　 "I thought you were not coming back! I was so worried!"

　　 "It took a lot of effort to find this place! I walked over from the train station! Even if there is a sign at the gate of the community, it is hard to find!" She seemed to be familiar with him, and she complained and stood up while bending over Patting the dust, her attitude was so natural that she didn't have a slight twist, and the long black hair under the turban swayed in the air with her movements.

　　 "What is your expression! Have you forgotten me?"

　　The person that Jiaming couldn’t let go of now appeared in front of him: leaning on the wall of the elevator door, raising his head to greet him happily, leaning against her on the tiled floor and a large one-shoulder travel bag .

　　 Jia Ming's hand trembles unnaturally, trying to squeeze his fist but can't exert any strength. She approached him with an innocent look, as if she was puzzled why he didn't speak-it might be the wrong person, then she would be embarrassed today!

　　 "How do you... now will..."

　　 seems to have found evidence to confirm the identity of the other party from this answer, she straightened up with satisfaction and smiled——

　　 "Gu Jiaming! Long time no see!"