After connecting the burned wires, replacing them with new fuses, and pulling down the electric switch, the lights of the entire villa came on again. Patting a large puddle of snow falling from the roof, when he pushed the door in, Jiaming complained slightly: "It should be a relaxed Christmas Eve, but I still have to run out to repair the electric switch, you gang...... Wow......"

On the other side, Yahan pounced on a small pillow placed on the seat, Jiaming knew that he was at a loss, so he ran away, and the two chased and fought in the room, Lingjing and Shasha took out dishes, drinks and other things from the kitchen, and cheered for Yahan.

"Hey! Please, I'm worried about your safety, and I haven't thought about anything else......"

"If you think about it, I won't beat you up today, you bastard, stop me. I'm going to hit you a hundred times......"

"That's weird, I'd rather be a bastard than a fool......"

When Jiaming and Lingjing came back, they saw that the lights of the entire villa were all extinguished, and Jiaming thought that something was wrong for a while, but who knew that it was Sha Sha who put the wrong thing in the microwave oven and baked it, which eventually led to an explosion and a fire and a short circuit in the wires. When Jiaming rushed in, Yahan fell in the bathroom because the light suddenly went out, and this recklessly opened the door, although the light was not strong, it was enough for Jiaming to see Yahan's body cleanly, counting the time when he sneaked into Zhang's villa because of the marriage escape, Yahan had already shown it twice in front of Jiaming in the state of the whole body. When Jiaming repaired the electric switch, she naturally launched a vicious pursuit.

It's really a mess of grievances, everyone comes out to mix, if you do something wrong, you have to admit it, you have to stand up when you are beaten, how can anyone be like Jia Ming, who has obviously done something wrong, but he can still put on a righteous look, he has been seen twice naked, but he has no mind to be responsible, he refuses to even be lightly beaten by the pillow, and he is full of words that he is a violent woman and a shrew, which is really ...... It's so hateful...... For a while, he chased from downstairs to upstairs, and then chased down from upstairs, until the things on the table had been placed, and Yahan, who was panting but did not touch half of Jiaming's clothes, gritted his teeth and quieted down, and there was naturally a battle on the table, but all the dishes that Jiaming wanted to clip, Yahan grabbed them all, squeaking and biting as if he was gnawing on Jiaming, and several people had been talking for a long time, so they naturally understood Yahan's occasional childishness, for Lingjing and Shasha, this kind of childishness should still be the biggest reason for the friendship of the four people.

At this time, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening, eating delicious dishes, drinking cola, orange juice and other drinks, talking and laughing, Ling Jing asked about the matter of "East Wind Breaking", Yahan's eyes widened: "Me? I don't know how to write songs, and although I've been learning guitar for a while, I'm far from writing songs...... Lingjing, you mean, this kid wrote a song? ”

"Uh-huh." Ling Jing nodded, and then talked about the scene at the banquet vividly, Sha Sha and Yahan's eyes widened, and when Ling Jing slowly hummed the melody of the song a few times, Yahan took a guitar from upstairs and threw it to Jia Ming, at this time the meal was not finished, Jia Ming put down the orange juice in his hand: "Sing here?" With a guitar? ”

"yes." Ling Jing nodded as a matter of course, and Sha Sha also asked him to sing it again, Jia Ming smiled: "My stomach is not full yet, you don't have to worry about me not being able to play the guitar at all......"

For a moment, the guitar version of "East Wind Breaking" sounded in the lightness of the room.

……

When the song was finished, there was only the sound of the drama on the TV in the room, and Yahan stared at him for a long time: "It can't really be written by you, right?" ”

"Definitely not." Sasha stared at him from across the table, "I've never seen him touch any of these things." ”

Ling Jing nodded: "I must have stolen it from someone else......

According to Jiaming's original surname, the more restrained his skills, the better, but since the three women in front of him already know the identity of their killers, there is no need to hide too much if they can entertain them, after all, Ling Jing and Sha Sha are coveted in school, and they should be more or less glorious. Rolled his eyes at the moment: "You don't believe in my character too much......"

"Huh." Sha Sha smiled, "Of course I don't believe in what I don't have." ”

Yahan nodded, and expressed the most serious contempt for Jiaming's character: "Unless you can come up with other evidence, well, there must be a surname for the surname, the situation, the situation, the person or something, I heard that anyone who can compose music can hum a paragraph casually, isn't it?" ”

"Really?" Jiaming pouted.

"Of course."

"Okay, that's what happened to you."

Hearing him say this, Yahan's face blushed slightly: "What, what should I do?" ”

"Yahan, you are studying abroad in Cambridge, well, this song is called "Farewell to Cambridge", for the beautiful, cute, simple, and charming Miss Zhang Yahan."

This kind of praise is something that Jia Ming is used to when he plays a street singer or a bar singer, but at this time, it makes Yahan, who is used to playing with Jia Ming, feel hot for a while, pick up a glass of juice to block a slightly unnatural expression, Sha Sha turned off the TV, and then, the light guitar sound jumped out.

"Horseshoe trotting across the stone streets

There were people praying in the depths of the narrow alleys

Puddle church toppled after rain

Forty-degree angle of stream of consciousness

In front of the library stands a half-stone sculpture

Six pennies take away a sketch

The fireplace is lonely and spitting flames

The years are not disturbed under the kerosene lamp

You're lonely in Cambridge and wear a black school robe

You sing love with verses and rhyme beautifully

A boatload of starlight witnesses that classical embrace

That piece of aquatic grass is still missing the long artemisia you supported......"

The song sung by SHE will be sung from Jiaming's mouth after ten years, and a few minutes later, the three people opposite each other have a lovely look of amazement, Jiaming shrugged his shoulders, Lingjing and Shasha exchanged ears for a while, Yahan took the cushion used as the back of the dining chair and hit it again, knocked it on Jiaming's head several times in a row, and said coquettishly: "What is it that I have been lonely in Cambridge for half a lifetime, you are simply singing nonsense." ”

"Hey, I'm just casually singing the lyrics, just rhyme, I'll kill you! You're not lonely in Cambridge, have you played with a lot of boyfriends? Why haven't I seen you bring it back? ”

"You, you." Yahan's face flushed with anger, "Hmph, I don't believe it anyway, it must be you who know a song like this by coincidence, and you should sing another song according to yourself." ”

"Myself." Jia Ming smiled, his fingers already fiddling 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 came to his face. Outside is a small platform, the snow is still falling, the surroundings have fallen into silence, and the people celebrating Christmas have already slept, but the lights on the roofs and Christmas trees are still lit far and near, merging with the light points of the city farther away, a festive atmosphere frozen in the snow. The sound of the guitar came softly from Yahan's room.

Last night, I worked as a jukebox for more than two hours, shamelessly plagiarized more than a dozen pop songs from later generations, and after I was tired, I lived in Yahan's villa, Lingjing and Shasha had a bedroom, and Jiaming had a bedroom. Sleeping on the bed, Jiaming thought about something before walking out.

The small platform was covered with snow, and Jiaming's clothes were thin, but for him, who had never stopped practicing qigong, for an hour or two, this cold feeling would not cause him damage, but would help him think and cultivate more.

He was reflecting on the fierce act he had done last night.

The simple microwave oven incident, which he was accustomed to as an invasion of the enemy, was obviously overreacted, was ridiculed secondly, and saw Yahan's body second, the point is that he still failed to adapt to the pace of ordinary people's lives, but it is really difficult to judge whether the life that really belongs to ordinary people is good for him.

Of course, this thought is not a problem, and it is not like what happens if you can't break through the mental barrier as the comic book says, it is not a big deal, but it is inevitable to think about it, and when you sit down on a bench outside, the snowflakes are flying, and in a short time you will cover your body a lot. Soon after, Yahan seemed to notice him from there, looked at the windowsill for a long time, put on a coat and walked around the platform, opened the glass door and rushed out, with a panicked face: "You, you, you...... What are you doing! ”

"Uh, it's okay......"

Suddenly rushed into this world of ice and snow, even if he was wearing a coat, Yahan couldn't help but shiver with cold, on the snow, his feet were still in ** state, and then he couldn't help but pull Jia Ming in.

"Hey, it's really fine, don't look like this, I have qigong, going out to sit will only be good for me, hey, hey......"

Hurriedly patting off the snow on Jia Ming's body, Yahan wrapped his coat around Jia Ming, and then pulled him back to his room: "It's strange if it's good, you're crazy, I haven't seen anyone who is frozen in the ice and snow and it will be good." You're the wrong tendon again......" pushed Jiaming on the bed, and then pulled up the futon he covered and wrapped around him, seeing that she seemed to want to move the quilt out of the cabinet, Jiaming stopped her with tears and laughter.

"Okay, really, it's okay, I'm not cold at all......"

"You are not allowed to lift it, lift it and turn my face, huh...... I'll go down and cook hot ginger soup, and there's still ginger left today......"

"Hey, aren't you......" Seeing that Yahan really wanted to run out to cook ginger soup, Jiaming smiled and grabbed her hand, and pulled it suddenly, Yahan fell on the bed unsteadily, and then the futon was pressed down, Jiaming pressed the edge of the quilt and pressed her shoulders to death, and couldn't help but have some doubts in her heart, this woman has always believed in her own ability, and now her reaction is a little excessive.

"Let go of me, do you want a cold tomorrow?"

"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold......"

After struggling for a while, Yahan looked at the smiling face that Jia Ming leaned over, and finally gave up the idea of putting a quilt on Jia Ming with some annoyance, the room was quiet, looking at each other, and the atmosphere became a little strange for a while.

"Okay, I don't need a quilt, you need ...... I'm afraid of you, I'll go back to my room and sleep, okay. Looking at Yahan, who couldn't resist, Jia Ming began to fantasize as usual: this posture is the best to kiss, most women can't resist it, and after kissing in a position lying on the bed, they will generally not be bitten, but can be pushed to the next step...... Of course, this is just thinking about it, he has studied psychology, and he used to pick up girls out of some needs when he was on a mission, and most of them are stable, but when it comes to the state of ordinary people who need to pay their own feelings, it is undeniable that Jiaming is a little dull. There is no love between him and Marilyn, he goes to bed purely for the sake of going to bed, and he is homeopathic when things like friendship and love happen to him, and when things like friendship and love happen to him, he can't produce any results according to the methodical analysis, and as for Yahan, he hasn't considered anything about this aspect at all, so he can't feel this moment of ambiguity.

After climbing out of bed and taking two steps, Yahan's voice rang out: "You, you wait, I have something to tell you......"

"Huh?"

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I'm going to...... Well, this sentence was not said by Yahan......

(To be continued)