After removing the burnt wires and replacing them with new fuses, after pulling down the switch, the lanterns came on again. After patting away a large pile of snow that fell from the roof, Jiaming complained slightly when he pushed the door in.
: "Obviously it was supposed to be a relaxing Christmas Eve, but in the end I was asked to run out to fix the switch. You guys... wow..."
On the opposite side, Yahan rushed over with a small pillow on the seat. Jiaming knew he was wrong and ran away. The two chased each other in the room. Lingjing and Shasha took the dishes from the kitchen.
I took out the drinks and other things while cheering for Yahan.
"Hey! Please, I was worried about your safety, and I didn't think about other things..."
"If you think about it, I won't give you a beating today. You bastard, stop here. I'm going to beat you a hundred times..."
"That's weird, I would rather be a bastard than a fool..."
Just now, Jiaming and Lingjing came back and suddenly saw all the lights in the villa turned off. Jiaming thought something big had happened for a while, but who knew that Shasha had put the wrong thing in the microwave oven, which eventually caused an explosion and a fire.
The wires were short-circuited. When Jia Ming rushed in, Yahan fell in the bathroom because the lights suddenly went out. He opened the door rashly. Although the light was not strong, it was enough for Jia Ming to see Yahan's body clearly.
, counting the time she sneaked into the Zhang family villa because of the marriage escaping incident, Yahan had already shown her naked body twice in front of Jiaming. When Jiaming repaired the electric switch, she naturally launched a vicious pursuit.
It’s really a shameful situation to talk about. When everyone comes out to fool around, they have to admit when they’ve done something wrong, and they have to stand at attention when they’re beaten. How can anyone be like this guy Jiaming, who clearly did something wrong, but can still act confident and confident?
It looks like I have been seen naked by him twice, but he has no thought of being responsible at all. He even refuses to be lightly beaten with a pillow, and he keeps saying that he is a violent woman and a shrew. It is really
...so hateful...
For a while, they chased him from downstairs to upstairs, and then downstairs. When everything on the table was placed, Yahan, who was running out of breath but didn't touch half of Jiaming's clothes, gritted his teeth and calmed down.
, there is naturally a lot of overt and covert fighting at the dining table. Whenever Jiaming wants to pick up the dishes, Yahan grabs them, squeaking and biting as if he is eating Jiaming's food. The few of them have known each other for a long time, and naturally they understand Yahan's occasional...
Childishness, for Lingjing and Shasha, this childishness should be the biggest reason for the good relationship between the four of them.
It was already past ten o'clock in the evening. While eating delicious dishes, drinking Coke, orange juice and other drinks, chatting and laughing, Lingjing asked about "East Wind Break", Yahan's eyes widened: "Me?
I don’t know how to write songs. Although I learned guitar for a while, I’m far from good at writing songs... Lingjing, you mean, this guy wrote a song?”
"Yeah, yeah." Lingjing nodded, and then talked about the scene at the banquet vividly. Shasha and Yahan's eyes widened. When Lingjing slowly hummed the melody of the song a few times, Yahan walked downstairs.
He took a guitar and threw it to Jia Ming. Before the meal was finished, Jia Ming put down the orange juice in his hand: "Sing here? With a guitar?"
"Yes." Lingjing nodded matter-of-factly, and Shasha also asked him to sing it again. Jiaming smiled: "My stomach is not full yet, so you are not worried at all that I can't play the guitar..."
For a moment, the guitar version of "East Wind Breaks" sounded softly in the room.
…
When the song ended, the only sound in the room was the sound of the TV series. Yahan stared at her eyes for a long time: "You didn't really write it, did you?"
"Definitely not." Shasha stared at him from across the dining table, "I've never seen him touch these things."
Lingjing nodded: "I must have stolen it from others..."
According to Jiaming's original character, the more restrained his skills are, the better. However, since the three women in front of him already know the identity of his killer, there is no need to hide too much if it can be entertaining. After all, Lingjing is quiet in school.
Since both Shasha and Shasha are coveted by others, I should be more or less glorious. I rolled my eyes at that moment: "You don't believe in my character..."
"Haha." Rusty smiled, "Of course I don't believe it if I don't have it."
Yahan nodded and expressed the most serious contempt for Jiaming's character: "Unless you can come up with other evidence, well, it must be targeted, in response to circumstances, in response to circumstances, in response to people, etc.
, I heard that anyone who can compose music can hum a verse casually, isn’t it?”
"Really?" Jiaming curled his lips.
"of course."
"Okay, that's up to you."
Hearing what he said, Yahan's face turned slightly red: "What, what should I do?"
"Yahan, you are studying in Cambridge, right? Well, this song is called "Farewell Cambridge", dedicated to the beautiful, lovely, simple and charming Miss Zhang Yahan."
Such words of praise were something Jiaming was used to when he played a street performer or a bar singer. However, at this moment, Yahan, who was used to fighting with Jiaming, felt her face get hot and she picked up a glass of juice.
Blocking his slightly unnatural expression, Shasha turned off the TV, and then the brisk guitar sound jumped out.
"Horse hooves trampled the stone streets
Someone is praying deep in the narrow alley
Church collapses in puddle after rain
Forty degree angle of stream of consciousness
Half a stone sculpture stands in front of the library
Take away a sketch for sixpence
The fireplace is lonely and spitting flames all day long
The years under the kerosene lamp are not disturbed
You were lonely in Cambridge, wearing a black academic robe
You sing love in verses with beautiful rhymes
A ship of stars witnesses that classical embrace
That piece of water grass still misses the long pole you held..."
The song that would only be sung by SHE ten years later came from Jiaming's mouth, and the three people in front of him all had cute expressions of exclamation.
Lingjing shrugged, and whispered to Shasha for a while, while Yahan came over again with the cushion on his back, and hit Jiaming on the head several times in a row, saying coquettishly: "Why have I been lonely in Cambridge for half my life? You
It’s just singing indiscriminately.”
"Hey, hey, I just sang the lyrics casually, as long as they rhymed. I don't care if you die! You're not lonely in Cambridge. Have you had many boyfriends? How come I haven't brought you back with me?"
"You, you." Yahan's face turned red with anger, "Huh, I don't believe it anyway. You must have known a song like this by chance. You should check it out for yourself when you sing another one."
"Myself." Jia Ming smiled and started playing with the guitar, "Gray space..."
At two o'clock in the morning, after turning the stairs to the second floor, Jiaming opened the glass door, and the cold air rushed in. Outside was a small platform, and the snow was still falling. The surrounding area had fallen into silence, and people were celebrating Christmas.
They have all fallen asleep, but far and near on the roofs, the lights on the Christmas trees are still on, joining the lights of the city further away, creating a festive atmosphere solidified in the snow. The sound of the guitar gently rises from the elegant
came from Han's room.
I worked as a jukebox for more than two hours last night and shamelessly plagiarized more than ten popular songs from later generations. After I got tired, I stayed in Yahan's villa. Lingjing and Shasha shared a bedroom.
Jia Ming found a bedroom. Sleeping on the bed, Jia Ming thought about something and then walked out.
The small platform is covered with snow, and Jiaming's clothes are thin. However, for him who has never stopped practicing Qigong, for just an hour or two, this cold feeling will not cause harm to him, but will help him even more.
His thinking and practice.
He was reflecting on the violent action last night.
He habitually regarded the simple microwave oven incident as an enemy invasion. This was an obviously excessive reaction. The second was being laughed at, and the second was seeing Yahan's body. The important point is that he still failed to adapt to the life of ordinary people.
However, it is really difficult to judge whether a life that truly belongs to ordinary people is good for him.
Of course, this thought is not a trouble, nor is it like what the comic books say will happen if you can't break through the mental barrier. It's not a big thing, but you can't help but think about it. Sit down on a bench outside,
Snowflakes were falling, and soon they covered him a lot. Not long after, Yahan seemed to notice him from there. She looked at the window sill for a long time, put on a coat and walked around to the platform, opened the glass door and rushed out.
With a panicked look on his face: "You, you, you, you... what are you doing!"
"Uh, it's okay..."
Suddenly rushing into this world of ice and snow, even though she was wearing a coat, Yahan couldn't help shivering from the cold. Her feet were still naked on the snow, and then she pulled Jiaming in without any explanation.
"Hey, it's really okay. You don't have to look like this. I have Qigong. Going out to sit for a while will only be good for me. Hey, hey, hey..."
Hastily brushing the snow off Jiaming's body, Yahan wrapped his coat around Jiaming, then pulled him and ran back to his room: "It's weird that it's good, you're crazy. I've never seen anyone freezing in the ice and snow."
It will be beneficial. You are wrong again..." He pushed Jiaming on the bed, then pulled up the quilt he was covering and wrapped it around him. Seeing that she seemed to want to take out the quilt from the cabinet,
Jiaming stopped her dumbfounded.
"Okay, really, it's okay, I'm not cold at all..."
"You are not allowed to open it. If you open it, I will turn against you. Well... I will go down and make hot ginger soup. There is still some leftover ginger today..."
"Hey, aren't you..." Seeing that Yahan really wanted to run out to make ginger soup, Jia Ming smiled and took her hand and pulled her hard. Yahan fell onto the bed unsteadily, and then the quilt pressed down.
, Jiaming held the edge of the quilt and pressed her shoulders tightly. He couldn't help but feel a little doubtful in his heart. This woman had always believed in her own abilities, so her current reaction might be a bit excessive.
"Let me go. Do you want to catch a cold tomorrow?"
"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold..."
After struggling for a moment, Yahan looked at Jiaming's smiling face as he leaned down, and finally gave up the idea of covering Jiaming with the quilt angrily. The room was quiet, their eyes met, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.
It has to be a little weird.
"Okay, I don't need the quilt, you only need it... Forget that I'm afraid of you, I'll go back to the room to sleep, okay." Looking at Yahan who couldn't resist, Jiaming started to fantasize as usual: This kind of posture is the best for kissing
Well, most women can't resist. After kissing them while lying on the bed, they usually won't get bitten, but can progress to the next step...
Of course, this is just a thought. He has studied psychology, and he has picked up girls out of certain needs during previous missions. Most of them are sure of success. However, when it comes to ordinary people who need to give their feelings, it is undeniable that Jiaming is a bit slow.
There is no love between me and Marilyn, I just go to bed just for the sake of going to bed, and my relationship with Lingjingshasha is a natural thing. When things like friendship and love happen to me, logical analysis will not produce any results. As for the
For Yahan, he had never considered any of this aspect at all, so he could not feel the ambiguity of this moment.
After climbing out of bed and taking only two steps, Yahan's voice rang out: "You, wait, I have something to tell you..."