【Memories】

[On that day, she had just returned from the desert, and there was still blood from the enemy on her sleeves.

Knowing that she likes high places, Lao Mo arranged a place for her to live on the top of a cliff. And because she was greedy for money, she set up this residence in luxury and luxury.

Although she has a luxurious villa facing the sea and can still see the flowers bloom in the warm spring, she travels almost all over the world all year round, and the total time she lives in this house does not add up to ten days.

She loved this house so much that she could open the window to see the endless sea and look back at the vast night of Kyoto City.

However, tonight is not destined to sleep peacefully.

Lao Mo arrived at her residence, and his face that was always as warm as jade looked at her and smiled slightly.

Lao Mo is not old, he is in his twenties, it is said that he is a child of an old aristocratic family in Kyoto, and he embarked on a crooked path for a while, and single-handedly established the terrifying K killer group.

exhausted the means, Lao Mo included her in his killer camp.

Since then, she has become the sharpest knife under his command.

Tonight, Lao Mo sat on the silver sofa as usual, elegantly holding the hot tea in the red robe, and the fragrance of tea diffused in the quiet living room of the villa.

"Number 13, there's a new mission." He said.

Lao Mo looked at the woman lying on the soft chair, she had just returned from the desert, her complexion was dark, her skin was slightly rough, her expression was a little tired, and her eyes were flowing with a lazy light.

She stretched leisurely, her two slender legs were on the coffee table, her hands were pillowed behind her head, and she replied lightly: "No." ”

When she came back from the harsh desert, her muscles and bones were not yet comfortable, and she wanted to lie comfortably on the pillow for a day.

Lao Mo seemed to have known her thoughts for a long time, and smiled warmly: "No. 13, this new mission, assassinate the prime minister of a neighboring country." Amount—"

Lao Mo stretched out five fingers and gently squeezed them into a fist.

Sure enough, when she saw this amount, her eyes lit up like an electrified light bulb.

She leaned back in a soft chair, and a silver knife appeared in her slender fingers, the sharp blade moving back and forth between her fingers, but it didn't hurt her in the slightest.

"I'll take it, send the information to my mailbox as soon as possible." She yawned and regained her languid look.

Lao Mo advised: "You can rest for two days first." It's too tiring and affects the work. ”

She laughed: "In this life, there is no time to rest." If I die one day on a mission, you remember to buy my huge savings and burn them to me. ”

Lao Mo said seriously: "No. 13, if you want to quit the killer camp, you can leave at any time." ”

He saw her sneer, and the silver knife flew out of her hand, stabbing steadily into the wall.

"Even if I retire," she said, "I'll have to make enough money." ”

...

The complexity of the task was far greater than she expected.

Shenghua's neighbor S, is a huge treasure trove, but unfortunately the leaders are closed-minded, and countless businessmen and politicians who want to break into the country's market are turned away.

As a result, the profit-oriented consortium bigwigs took the sword sideways and hired the hottest killer No. 13, the two hottest black and white killers, and several other first-class killers, at a high price, preparing to gain the market through assassination.

She took on the task and spent three months breaking into the politics of neighboring countries.

After solving the target object, she inadvertently obtains a valuable market-type document. Having this document is equivalent to dialyzing the country's market profits and losses and accurately grasping this valuable wealth market.

Unexpectedly, this document brought her endless disasters.

The days of the escape were bloody, and every time she recalled it was a series of nightmares for her, she crossed more than half the world, and there was always endless pursuit behind her.

She lost trust in everyone.

During those days on the run, she used to constantly ask herself, why did she embark on this bloodthirsty path?

Fate has never favored her.

She had nothing else to do but struggle.

In this world, no one can kill Number 13, except herself.

So, he jumped and fell into the sea.

So, I woke up again, and my fate was unlucky.

Maybe living an ordinary life is her real relief...]

...

After waking up from a long dream, Chu Xi's consciousness fell into chaos for a long time.

She struggled to open her eyes.

She felt a terrible pain, and there was not a good piece of meat on her body.

Chu Xi subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the sunlight seeping in through the gap in the curtains.

The sunlight was a faint gold, and at some point, the world outside the floor-to-ceiling windows had been sprinkled with the afterglow of the setting sun.

Chu Xi squinted his eyes, and by the floor-to-ceiling window, he saw his slender figure, and there was a faint smell of cigarette smoke in the air, which was not unpleasant, lingering between Chu Xi's noses.

He had an unextinguished cigarette burning between his fingers, and a few burned-out cigarette butts were scattered on the floor, spreading a thin layer of soot on the floor.

She seemed to have slept for a long time, Chu Xi shook her head, and the memories of last night flooded into her mind like a tide:

She came to negotiate with Lu Zuoyu, drank the water handed by the killer halfway, she sneaked into Lu Zuoyu's room, she went to take a shower to relieve her nerves, she pulled Lu Zuoyu...

A series of ups and downs of memories, bruises and soreness, told her about the absurdity of what happened last night.

"Damn!" Chu Xi rubbed his sore arm, lifted the futon, and saw the light white pajamas on his body.

Chu Xi never dreamed that one day she would lose control and catch Lu Zuoyu for all kinds of tosses.

Lu Zuoyu heard the movement and slowly turned around.

His eyes when he looked at Chu Xi were very complicated, there seemed to be ten thousand emotions intertwined in them, and they all turned into pitch black under his eyes.

Their eyes met in midair.

The corners of Chu Xi's lips opened, unable to speak.

Lu Zuoyu stopped looking at Chu Xi, extinguished the cigarette between his fingers, and stepped on the ground.

He looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the dusk of the city and said two words.

In the first sentence, he said, "There is medicine in the drawer." ”

In the second sentence, he said: "Don't let the clear sky know about this." ”

The room was quiet, and the afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow.

The corners of Chu Xi's lips hooked, and the huge self-deprecation permeated his sour pupils.

Having a relationship with her, the first thing he thought of was... Lost Lu Qingkong...

His crazy actions last night made Chu Xi believe for a while that he still loved her...... Even if he loses his memory, he will still remember his shadow.

Now, Lu Zuoyu told her indifferently and ruthlessly, don't let Lu Qingkong know......

Chu Xi suddenly discovered that he was actually a complete joke.

From beginning to end, it was her one-man show.

The Lu Zuoyu she loved, who she had never forgotten for three years, had disappeared into the depths of the Nandu River......

The person in front of her, with the same name and body as Lu Zuoyu, is not the Lu Zuoyu she loves.

Even if an intimate relationship has already occurred, in the eyes of Lu Zuoyu in front of him, maybe Chu Xi is no different from all the women who walked on his bedside......

He even prepared medicine for her "intimately", just in case.

Chu Xi was a little dazed, only feeling bitter in her heart, so bitter that she wanted to cry.

Lu Zuoyu heard the sound of squirming on the bed, the sound of drawers opening and medicine bottles shaking.

Lu Zuoyu turned around and found that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, without drinking water, and directly swallowed the two contraceptive pills.

He saw that Chu Xi's cheeks were dripping with big tears, silently.

The white pajamas were put on her, and Lu Zuoyu realized that Chu Xi had lost a lot of weight, perhaps because of the high fever in those three days, which made her original vitality lose its color.

Now she is taking medicine and crying silently.

Chu Xi tilted his head, his face unusually pale.

She glanced at Lu Zuoyu and smiled at him.

That smile is like the last flower blooming in the wasteland, blooming for a moment, withering randomly, leaving a lifeless wasteland forever.

Chu Xi hoarsely told him, "Lu Zuoyu, you won." ”

He won outright.

She lost cleanly, and even lost her last dignity.

Chu Xi laughed at himself and said: "Lu Zuoyu... It's obvious that you are at fault first, it was you who killed me as the 13th, and it was you who fell into the river and faked your death... I'm going to be like a clown, toyed with in the palm of your hand... It's not fair, it's not fair at all... It's good that you don't know me, it's good that you forget me... It doesn't matter anymore..."

The edges and corners of her life have been wiped out by the world, she has been fearless, but for a Lu Zuoyu is as humble as dust and miserable.

Rapidly decaying, riddled with holes.

Is it worth it?

It's not worth it.

Chu Xi suddenly felt tired, tired and tired like never before.

She wanted to find a place where there were no people, no feelings, no entanglements, nothing, and she was left alone, silently living this absurd life.

Chu Xi stood up and threw the bottle of birth control pill into the trash.

She turned and stumbled out the door.

She gave up.

Zaiya,

I don't want to love Lu Zuoyu.

Chu Xi walked and walked, wearing thin white pajamas, and walked to the door.

The bedroom door opened automatically, and outside the door stood an anxious, panting Choo Joo-hyuk.

Qiu Zhuhe pinched her shoulder angrily, and the face of the demon Ye was worried, and he almost roared: "You haven't seen anyone all day, you don't answer the phone, and you don't say a word to me in advance when you run to Lu Zuoyu!" ”

The next moment, Qiu Zhuhe was like a fish in his throat, and he couldn't speak anymore.

He saw the tears in the corners of Chu Xi's eyes, and also saw her thin pajamas, as well as the red and swollen marks on her neck...

Chu Xi's face was pale, his eyes were desperate, and he had lost his former vitality, like a broken doll.

Qiu Zhuhe's beautiful eyes flashed with a moment of intense distress, in this situation, as a man, he naturally knew what was going on.

Qiu Zhuhe took off his coat and wrapped Chu Xi tightly, his voice softened, and he touched the tips of her hair distressedly: "Xiao Xi'er, let's go back, okay?" ”

Chu Xi didn't speak, Qiu Zhuhe stopped and picked her up, stared coldly at Lu Zuoyu who was hiding in the shadows, turned around and strode away.

Choo Joo-hyuk secretly swore that

From now on, I will never give Chu Xi to others again!