Over there, Mr. Zhao's death caused an uproar between the black and white circles. Over here, Xiao Zheng was wearing clean and comfortable pajamas, lying on his bed with Lin Huayin, who was as fragrant and soft as jade, in his arms. A peaceful and satisfying sleep. Maybe he was a little high from killing too many people in one night. Or maybe after killing Fourth Master Zhao, it will always involve a lot of troubles and make him a little conflicted. Xiao Zheng lay there for several hours, still unable to sleep.
"What's wrong,"
Listening to Xiao Zheng's somewhat disordered breathing, Lin Huayin, who was held in Xiao Zheng's arms, asked softly: "I have insomnia."
"Yeah." Xiao Zheng hummed softly and buried his head in Lin Huayin's hair.
"Things settled,"
Xiao Zheng came home very late tonight, and his behavior after returning home was a bit mysterious. The smart Lin Huayin immediately thought of what Xiao Zheng said last time.
"Solved." Xiao Zheng said softly.
"There's new trouble," Lin Huayin asked.
"It doesn't count." Xiao Zheng shook his head. "It's just a little confusing."
"That's how life is. When you are looking forward to doing something, you always want it to be done as soon as possible. Do it well, but when you really finish it, you find that the thing is not that simple. Even if it is done well, it is not complete." Lin Huayin advised.
"Then how do you think it should be adjusted?" Xiao Zheng asked.
"Sleep." Lin Huayin said slowly. "Tomorrow's sun will not be delayed because of anyone."
"What if it's cloudy tomorrow," Xiao Zheng said sarcastically.
"Who taught you in elementary school," Lin Huayin asked.
",," Xiao Zheng touched his head and said with a wry smile. "If you didn't tell me, I would have even forgotten that there is a subject called nature."
"It's getting cold. I'll accompany you to buy some winter clothes tomorrow." Lin Huayin tightened the quilt and whispered. "Go to sleep. I'm very sleepy."
"Yeah." Xiao Zheng nodded and suddenly sighed softly. "I really envy you. You work until you are exhausted every day and then have a good sleep. You don't have to think about anything."
"I'm just thinking about what style of clothes to choose for you tomorrow." Lin Huayin turned over with a small movement. He said in a commanding tone. "sleep."
"Yes." Xiao Zheng quickly closed his eyes, hugged Lin Huayin's waist tightly, and fell into a dream.
…
In a villa less than a hundred meters away from Lin's house, a man and a woman lying on the bed were listening to the shocking rock music coming from downstairs. Lu Dashan complained with a splitting headache: "This damn kid, he can just play the piano and guitar, at least. The music is quite pleasant and can have a hypnotic effect. Now it's better, playing drums in the early hours of the morning and preventing people from sleeping,"
"If you have the ability, go down and teach her a lesson." Qin Shuang said weakly. "What's the use of complaining here,"
"She is your daughter, so you can't control her," Lu Dashan said angrily.
"She was born to Jesus and me," Qin Shuang curled her lips. "Why don't you go talk to her,"
"Pull her down. The last time she stopped her from playing the piano, she didn't talk to me for three days. If she comes back this time, I'm afraid she'll ignore me for the rest of her life." Lu Dashan said fearfully. "This damn girl is really spoiled. She doesn't know how to feel sorry for the old man at all."
"Old man," Qin Shuang said dissatisfied. "I am forty years old. It is the age when you are full of charm. You are the old man."
After a pause, Qin Shuang asked curiously: "How was Xiao Zheng's action tonight? Did it go well?"
"Smooth." After saying this, Lu Dashan immediately became energetic, lit a cigarette, and said in wonder. "This kid is so cruel. He actually chopped off both of Zhao Meng's arms and drained his blood."
"What's this?" Qin Shuangdou said harshly. "My most glorious time was when I killed an enemy, Ling Chi, and tortured him for a whole night."
"Get lost." Lu Dashan glanced sideways at Qin Shuang. "Who the hell is interested in hearing your glorious history,"
Qin Shuang was a little unhappy when she saw Lu Dashan, so she couldn't help but change the subject: "I heard that Zhao Meng found a top killer to help out. It didn't affect Xiao Zheng either,"
"Yamamoto. Known as the number one samurai in Japan. I heard he was also the former king of killers in your circle." Lu Dashan explained.
"Yamamoto," Qin Shuang couldn't help shaking his head like a rattle after hearing this. "That guy is just a loser with a false reputation. He is also the King of Killers. In those few years, the masters in the industry have been dormant collectively, and there are not many people who come out to take on tasks. Otherwise, it would be thankful that he can enter the top ten. He is also the King of Killers. , shameless."
"Then Japan's No. 1 Samurai is also bragging," Lu Dashan asked.
"Of course." Qin Shuang paused and explained. "However, if he calls himself the first samurai, it would not be considered bragging. But Japan is not the only samurai. The real top masters must be the old priests raised by the big shots."
"If you put it this way, the so-called global killer may not be that great," Lu Dashan teased. "I listen to you bragging every day. I really thought you were unparalleled in the world."
When Qin Shuang heard the old guy teasing her like this, she couldn't help but said angrily: "You know nothing."
"I know you." Lu Dashan countered.
Qin Shuang was so angry that she almost fainted. She gritted her teeth and said, "Lu, are you itchy?"
"No," Lu Dashan jumped up and ran downstairs. Without looking back, he went to compose songs with Lu Qier.
My daughter will release an album on the first day of the new year. As the father of Mi Chong, Lu Dashan had to make a sumptuous late-night snack for his precious daughter who stayed up all night arranging and composing music.
"Bring me a plate of fried chicken legs," Qin Shuang shouted loudly while lying on the bed watching TV.
"dream,"
Lu Dashan's righteous counterattack came from outside the door. Qin Shuang smiled, feeling happy that she had such a lovely husband.
She also believed that even if Lu Dashan took advantage of his ambition, he would never dare not make fried chicken legs for himself.
…
"Baby girl..."
Lu Dashan came to the singing room with a bowl of thick soup and said with a smile: "You are tired, come here, dad made the soup for you. Drink it before you work."
Lu Qier was playing the guitar and said, "Put it there."
Lu Dashan nodded obediently and said, "Hey."
After putting down the soup, Lu Dashan sat next to Lu Qier with a smile and asked with a smile: "Baby girl, I have written a few songs, and don't put too much pressure on yourself. Good works always take time to polish. Later. Releasing an album can also whet your fans' appetite. Don't be too anxious."
Lu Qier took two sips of the thick soup, then walked to the piano, sat down, put the soup on the back of the piano, and said, "Dad, I just finished filling in a poem. Please give me your opinion."
"Okay," Lu Dashan exaggerated. "Dad likes to hear you sing the most,"
"Hypocritical." Lu Qier curled her lips. "Xiao Zheng said that my creative ability is first-rate, but my singing skills are third-rate."