, a so-called professional killer , In leisure time, drink water to beloved plants, watch an old movie alone, giggle.
She is a so-called problem girl. When she is bored, she sits on the railing and smokes a cigarette, watching cartoons that her peers should watch.
She received a call from the school, was silent, and then with tears in her eyes, she said coldly: "She`s dead." Living in a family where there is no warmth at all, her heart is painful and disappointed, lost and helpless. That's why he asked him with cold eyes: "Is life always this hard, or just when you're a kid?" He replied seriously: "Always like this."
This inadvertent question and answer permeated the entire chapter: Life is not like a cartoon, not like a fairy tale book, it is not all the happiness of'holding the hand and growing old with the son', and it is not all the ending of'evil retribution'.
When she walked through the house with two quarts of milk and stood in front of him, his professionalism was defeated by his soul-he was a ruthless professional killer, but he was even more a "no woman, no kid" "The kind people.
Anti-drug man, perverted killing technique, vulgar words, but he is a policeman who listens to Mozart and Beethoven; leon, occasionally cute actions, the principle of "no woman, no kid", but he is an illiterate killer . The graceful movements and the noble sentiment can hardly conceal the bits of ugliness in the heart. Once the internal parts are damaged, no matter how exquisite appearance and gorgeous packaging, it can only be more profoundly confirmed: it has nothing but its appearance.
She broke into his life, he went from rejection to acceptance to habit to concern.
His life began to expand from the elements of plants and guns: he put on piggy microwave oven gloves to coax her, was sprayed with milk when she confessed ambiguously, and played John Wayne when playing COAPLAY with her... A frozen image began to melt, take on a rudimentary shape, and gradually become full, slowly turning from a cold assassin into a lovely man.
When she said for the first time: "Leon, I think I'm kina falling in love with you...Cause I feel it." He was choked by milk and asked her "where?" She rubbed his stomach , Said that the stomach feels very warm now, there used to be a knot here, now it’s gone. This ambiguous sentence hit him, although he only said: I am glad that your stomachache is gone, but that doesn't mean anything. But his eyes and actions were betrayed: After completing the task the next day, he brought her back a red dress.
One person's warmth towards another is private and affectionate, but his sentiment index is very low.
The second time, she pointed the gun to her head and dropped her confession: I hope you're not lying, Leon. I really hope that deep down inside there's no love in you. Because if there is...just a little bit of love in there for me...I think in a few minutes you'll regret you never said anything. I love you, Leon. The moment he pulled the trigger, he overturned the pistol. She said I won.
The time of training was brilliant and sweet. He earnestly taught to care for her sincerely, treating her as his own green landscape.
He went to TONNY and arranged carefully. They slept on the bed together, and he told her the secret hidden in his heart. At dawn, she told him that she heard his snoring in bed last night.
Can't escape the calamity.
He knew that the deadline had come and comforted her: You will not lose me. You let me taste the taste of life. I want to be happy. Sleeping on the bed, a little worried... He finally said those words: I love you, Mathilda.
They have been traumatized in the heart or body, so they can be so silent and focused, and they will be "familiar." The outpouring. Without a sense of security and belonging, he will focus on the green landscape, and she will bet with a loaded pistol. He began to want to be caring, to have roots, and to happily lead a normal life. His confession didn't come out until parting, so affectionate, it was hard to tell. In fact, it turns out that if you really love someone, your heart is sour, but you will be speechless, sweet words, most of them, to unrelated people. He loves a person with desire, not desire. Therefore, the beauty of such love is rare from time to time, and it is very radiant in the ordinary, which makes people jealous.
He did all that he could do for her, and devoted everything to love her, she did what she could only do, let the silver queen take root, end the wandering, end the wandering.
"Leon, here, we are safe."
He, she, and Lvjing finally settled down and everything was fine.
I like this precocious and innocent girl.
I like this simple and mature man.
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