The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 199 Nighthawk (one more)

"That's Mr. Shen. I don't know the woman next to him. It is said that they are from Kyoto. Those little girls are the sisters of Ming Jing. That is Mrs. Jiang. The one in the yellow dress is Ming Jing's good girlfriend Tao Xing. The old man in gray is Grandma Zhu, then Mrs. Zhu and Mr. Zhu..."

  Song Yinzhang whispered to Qu Feitai to introduce the people in the front row, who were basically all of Der Spiegel’s friends and relatives.

  Qu Feitai nodded, taking notes one by one in his heart.

  Mingchen took a photo of the scene with her mobile phone, and the PO arrived on Weibo, with the text: You must win [Come on]

  Now the biggest hot spot on the Internet is Jiangzhou Marseille, and major forums have also placed bets. Although Mingjing is famous, she is not convincing enough to win the horse race.

  Mingchen often confuses Weibo and has a small number of fans. As soon as Weibo was posted, some people recognized her as the VIP audience at the Jiangzhou Xijiao Racecourse, and they knelt and licked in the comment area.

  Mingchen hooked her lips, turned her head and glanced at the huge auditorium behind her. These people were all here for the second sister. As the second sister's younger sister, she and You Rongyan.

   Suddenly, Ming Chen's eyes paused, his eyes fixed on the person in the second row, and the more they looked, the more familiar they became.

   turned his head, after thinking about something wrong, he turned his head and looked over.

   She widened her eyes in disbelief, pointed at the man and murmured: "You...you are."

  Qu Feitai immediately raised her index finger to her lips, motioning for her to silence.

   took off her sunglasses, blinked at her, and quickly put on her sunglasses.

  Mingchen raised a big smile on his face and turned his head in excitement.

   clearly gave her a confession: "What's your nerve?"

  Mingchen smiled and shook his head: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed."

  Mingti snorted: "It's a mystery."

There were many people who came to watch the game today, Jiang Jinchen, Gao Chang, Gao Jia, Ye Lan, Li Qingyao, Li Jiaojiao, Sun Qingqing, Ran Tenghui, Liu Yaxin, Liu Yuerong, Peng Jie, Mrs. Shen, Mrs. Ye, Mrs. Li, and Mrs. Gao almost talked to Der Spiegel. I will never miss anyone I know.

   "I didn't know that Der Spiegel's equestrian skills were so good. It was too unexpected." Sun Qingqing sighed.

  Li Jiaojiao snorted: "It's not about it. She is now the goddess of the nation and the first lady in Jiangzhou. Everyone gives Shen Zhou face, but she should not praise her."

  The tone is really sour.

  Gao Jia said: “The so-called Marseilles are nothing but a game of capital, and Zhu Mingjing is nothing more than a tool that is coerced by capital.”

  Gao Chang sneered: “If you learn a word and use it indiscriminately, do you know what capital is? You can shut up a tool that is still trapped by capital. Just one mouth exposes ignorance.”

   Gao Jia said angrily: "Gao Chang, what do you mean?"

Gao Chang said loudly: "This year's Marseille was jointly organized by the Jiangzhou government and the Jockey Club. In your opinion, it may be just an ordinary sport. However, it is an important means to promote Jiangzhou's economy and boost GDP. The tourism industry plays a very important role. The charity foundation jointly launched by Der Spiegel and the Jockey Club will benefit the country and the people. Forget it, I have explained so much to you, but you don’t understand it.

Gao Jia curled her lips; "I wish Mingjing could win the championship, I will believe you. If she can't win, how disappointed will be so many viewers who come for her today. Under the prestigious reputation, it is actually difficult to match. , She is just using her celebrity utility to shape herself out of the mud and not stained. In fact, she is not full of copper stinks, and she is marketing the goddess personage on the Internet, and the money is used to invest in the water army."

  Jiang Jinchen glanced at Gao Jia, Gao Jia's face became stiff, and he quickly turned his head.

   "The game has started, let's concentrate on watching the game." Jiang Jinchen's cold voice landed, and the others didn't speak anymore.

  At this time, the game officially kicked off.

  According to the international rules, the age of Der Spiegel and the age of Gale are not enough for the competition standards, but this is not an international competition, but an event for self-entertainment in Jiangzhou, and the rules are free to play.

This year is Der Spiegel’s first year to participate in Marseilles. Cross-country races, obstacle races, and synchronized equestrianism require years of practice. It will test the tacit understanding with horses. Without certain experience, it won’t work. However, Der Spiegel has reported all these events. A point of trust.

  According to reliable sources, Der Spiegel and Gale only intensively trained for one month. In such a short period of time, there is not enough time for running in.

  The horn sounded, and the contestants rode their love horses on the track to greet the audience.

  When the bright mirror, wearing a red riding outfit and riding a white horse, appeared, the auditorium was completely boiling.

A close-up shot of the mirror was cut and broadcast on the big screen. She was wearing a helmet and looking forward with a pair of beautiful dark eyes, sweeping away the gentleness of the past, glowing with a firm look, like a grass drilled out of a stone crack, facing the sun. Life, never give up.

  The look in the eyes with that childish face is so beautiful that it makes people unable to extricate themselves from the addiction.

   "Ding Spiegel...Ding Spiegel..." The audience began to call out her name spontaneously, with a loud sound, like a huge wave, almost swallowing everything.

  Some racehorses began to scratch their front hoofs nervously, but the strong wind did not move, and the king's domineering manifested vividly.

  Ming Jing closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and regarded the people around her as nothing. The wind blew her ears, and the memory brought her back fifteen years ago.

  Exactly the same scene, but that time was abroad, she collected money to compete for others, and finally won the championship of that game, the audience was crazy for her.

   Ming Jing raised his head and glanced at the sky.

  Light clouds and blazing sun, birds soaring in the sky, turning into black shadows and flying towards the end of the sky.

  Once she thought, if the next life is willing to turn into a flying bird, although ordinary, she has the freedom she can't get in her whole life.

  Later she finally understood that it was not the cage that trapped you, but your heart.

  If the heart is free, even if painting the ground is a prison, it is also at ease.

  Aqing, you and I will be free at last, soaring across the world.

"You asked me to say what is good about you. You are not famous yet, so you fight and make troubles. If you become popular in the future, it will be your black spots. Do you want to get mixed up in this business? Also, fight when you fight, why? Face slap, do you know that the actor's face is very important? Next time, just get out of me, my mother... the old boss doesn't care about you." Zheng Qing exclaimed.

   On the computer in front of him was Marseille as a background board. Zheng Qing glanced at him at random, but was stunned.

  She frowned and stared at the computer screen tightly, her brows getting deeper and deeper.

   "Ayu..."

   Xu Yan, who had bowed his head and listened to the training, heard the other's murmur and looked up at the man opposite.

  Who is Ayu?

  He knows that there is a Der Spiegel this time in Marseille. Qing brother has a close relationship with this Der Spiegel, and it is not unusual to pay attention to Marseille.

  Just why is he called Ayu?

  Zheng Qing waved his hand, and said without raising his head: "You go out first."

Xu Yan licked his lips and glanced at her, turned and walked out of the office. Before closing the door, he glanced back. The man sat down on the chair, and the fox eyes, which were always glorious, were staring at the computer screen at this moment, as if lost. The soul is general.

  Xu Yan frowned and closed the door thoughtfully.

   "Ayu..." Zheng Qing touched the girl's cheek on the computer screen with a finger.

  She saw Ayu's shadow on Ming Jing.

  Not only does she look like Ayu, but she also looks exactly the same as the look on her face and the yearning for the sky and freedom in her eyes just now.

She remembered that fifteen years ago, when two people were performing a mission abroad, in order to obtain an important piece of information, Ayu took part in the competition under the pretense of her. She won the championship of that match. When the audience cheered for her, she was inexplicable. The loss.

  Later, Ayu told her that she can be rain, rain god, or any ordinary person, but she can never be Jiang Yu.

  A killer, can't have feelings, and can't have self. He only needs to obey orders and be the most profitable knife in the boss's hands.

  But Ayu, you are so smart, knowing that it is an abyss that cannot be restored, and you still jumped down desperately. Your desire for freedom has surpassed everything.

  So now, have you got the freedom you want?

  ——

  In an impenetrable and dark room, only the computer screen emits a faint light.

  The picture freezes on the girl's raised face, a slender and vigorous hand tremblingly strokes the screen, passing the girl's brows, eyes, lips, and nose, and her fingertips seem to be filled with infinite affection and love.

   "Ayu..." The man's hoarse voice echoed quietly in the dark room.

   is like a call from afar, light years away from life and death.

  "Are you Ayu?" question.

   "You are Ayu." For sure.

  "You are Ayu." It is the unrepentant persistence of the nine deaths, the excitement and excitement that have been recovered, and the overwhelming feeling after the vicissitudes of life.

   "Boss, something happened to Eighteen." Aunt Hong's anxious voice came from the phone.

  "This time a small task was originally given to the eighteenth to experience, but after more than a month, the eighteenth disappeared, no one was born, no corpse was seen."

   Aunt Hong’s voice was a little trembling. Eighteen is the most important successor to the boss. Now that something has happened, I don’t know if the boss will not blame it.

  "Who is his mission goal?" He never asked about these trivial matters, and gave them all to Aunt Hong. This time it was too much trouble, and Aunt Hong couldn't help it, so he finally decided to tell him.

Aunt Hong was silent for a while, and said: "Jiangzhou celebrity, Ming Spiegel, I thought she was just a little girl who couldn’t get in touch with the chicken. After Eighteen couldn’t get in touch with her, I investigated. This girl is very difficult. The mission may have failed..." The more I said later, the lower the voice.

  The mission failed, which means that the possibility of eighteen survivors is very small.

  Aunt Hong didn’t know that at the moment when she said the name, the man on the opposite side of the phone gently raised the corners of his lips, his eyebrows were filled with infinite tenderness, and he was no longer the deadly, iron-blooded Nighthawk Lord.

  "Whose task is it?"

  Hong Gu immediately replied: "It's Zou Dawei."

   "Eighteen won't die, don't worry about this matter anymore." He just hung up the phone.

  Hong Gu is confused, what does the boss mean? Why won't eighteen die?

  The man stroked the screen with his fingers, and murmured: "Ayu, I will never let you hurt again in this life."

  ——

  The sound of gunshots broke through the air, and thousands of horses were galloping. The audience felt that the ground was shaking, like an earthquake, and someone could not bear holding their chests and panting.

  This is exciting.

  Zhao Zhen looked at the leading number 18 and raised his eyebrows: "She seems to have changed suddenly."

   used to be subtle and gentle, like spring weather and rain, moisturizing things silently.

  After the gunshot, the whole person is like a sharp and polished sword, sharp and sharp.

  The contrast is too big, if you didn’t see it with your own eyes, you would think it was dropped.

  Ran Tengxiao narrowed his eyes, rubbed the jade finger on his thumb, his eyes were always fixed on the 18th in the field.

   "This is the real her, a sharp sword, tainted by Buddhism, can't change the hostility in her bones."

   "Cousin seems to know her well."

  Ran Tengxiao raised her lips confidently, "Because we are similar people."

  Zhao Zhen sighed: "Then you like people like you can't attract each other."

  Ran Tengxiao is noncommittal.

Ming Jing, one man and one horse, ran out of the imposing manner of being a man and a man. At first, all the people who were not optimistic about her were shocked. Seeing that Ma Xiao was about to catch up with him, he couldn't help shouting. The sound of cheering and cheering, wave after wave.

   Gao Chang couldn't help standing up, "Ding Spiegel, come on."

  Jiang Jinchen clenched his fists tightly with his hands on his knees, staring at a point in the field.

   "Too bloody." Wen Yaru Song Yinzhang couldn't help the blood all over her body.

  Qu Feitai raised her lips and smiled confidently. She is the champion, no doubt.

  　 wrote that I don’t want a male lead, cry and laugh, let’s be beautiful in the mirror, haha

  　　Ming Spiegel: No one wants to stop me from becoming a Buddha

  (End of this chapter)