Early in the morning of the Sixth, Yun Shu wore that pink dress.
There were still some marks on the ankle injury. She used clothes to cover it with rose embroidered wreaths that were originally worn on her wrist, which looked quite suitable.
After going downstairs, she hugged Aunt Qiu first.
"Good morning auntie."
Aunt Qiu was a little flattered, hugged her and shouted twice: "You are in such a good mood today?"
"Of course," she paused, "Birthday is coming. What I most look forward to in the year is the birthday."
As she said that, she turned around with the hem of the skirt.
"Does it look good? I didn't have new clothes on my birthday before, but this year's birthday, which is very special."
"Good and beautiful. What do you want to eat for breakfast?"
"Eat salted egg yolk pumpkin, and suddenly I want to eat that."
"Okay, you can eat it after playing in the living room." Aunt Qiu agreed happily and happily entered the kitchen.
Yun Shu watched her walk away, swallowed her throat, and smiled again when she turned her head, and walked to the surveillance panel.
"Hey? Have you gotten up?"
No one answered, Zhou Jingmo probably wouldn't turn on the surveillance monitor so early.
But she continued to talk alone.
"I'm going to the shooting hall later. If I don't practice shotgun today, I will play the revolver again. I can already hit the 90th ring of the zombie target."
"Then I'll try making fish again when I come back. Maybe you can eat it today. Help me try it to see how it tastes. If it's not good, I'll have another chance to change it."
"Is this dress good-looking? My aunt said it was very beautiful, and I think so too. I don't know how your eyes are, but I like all the ladies' clothes. The skirts in the closet can't be installed, otherwise I will be this afternoon
Pick some out and put them in your room? You don’t come to live often anyway.”
After a few thoughts, Aunt Qiu asked her to go in and drink Tremella soup in the kitchen. She turned around and said "ah" and then said to the surveillance monitor:
"I want to go out to buy birthday cakes. Aunt Qiu will be busy for a long time tomorrow. I don't want to bother her anymore. If you have time in the afternoon, come back and accompany me. I don't know where it is."
After saying that, she didn't hear a response. She frowned and patted the surveillance panel.
"You can only contact me, but I can't find you. It's useless. I'll dismantle this tomorrow."
After venting a few words, she walked to the kitchen.
The salted egg yolk pumpkin tasted the same as the first time I had eaten it, and it was salty and fragrant.
However, she had been raising her mouth for a few months. After eating a few more pieces, she felt a little tired. She put down her chopsticks, lowered her eyes and drank a few more sips of boiled water.
After dinner, she said goodbye to Aunt Qiu as usual. The driver was waiting for her outside the villa. Yun Shu brought more coats and only wore them before getting on and after getting off.
It was cold outside, but there were heating in the villa, car, and shooting hall, so she didn't have to wear it all the time.
After getting in the car, she leaned against the car window on the left, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth and looked out the window.
She has walked the road from Qingquan Mountain to the shooting hall many times, and remembered clearly the landmark buildings, street trees, and traffic lights on the road.
The pedestrians on the roadside were in a hurry. The cars parked in front of the red light were too long, and some people were impatiently stretching out their heads to scold God.
They were all busy with life, as if she was the only one, and they rushed out at this point to play with guns at the shooting hall.
In fact, shooting halls are usually open from the afternoon to the evening, especially when there are more people at night.
But she was used to doing what she had to do in the morning, so after she mentioned it to Zhou Jingmo, the shooting hall became open to her alone in the morning.
Another horn sounded, and she came to her senses and looked at the scenery that started moving out the window, feeling like she didn't know what she was thinking.
What she should think now is whether today's plan can be successfully implemented, whether Ning Siyu will come, how long will Zhou Jingmo arrive, and what method should she use to avoid Zhou Jingmo's search and run out successfully.
In front of sufficient reason, she constructed the situation in her mind, thinking little by little about the operability and trial and error of each key node.
When she arrived at the shooting hall, she picked a revolver for herself as if nothing had happened, and then hung a picture of the zombie man's target on the opposite side, loading, loading, opening safety, and shooting.
The sound of the gunshots was deafening, but she wore ear protection, half of the sound was isolated, and she didn't hear what the coaches behind her said during continuous shooting.
"I'm so angry if I don't go to work? The lower half of the target's body was smashed."
"She looks like she is practicing her skills just to kill the gangsters. Oh, another shot shot at the head."
"When I was cold and loaded, I was a bit like Mr. Zhou..."
Yun Shu took back the gun, skillfully blew the ammunition residue on the back of her hand, and continued to load the bullets.
Shooting can bring people a sense of pleasure of venting. When the bullet rushes out and breaks through the target, the emotions seem to dissipate a little.
Even if the recoil hits the hand, it will feel a sense of pleasure while causing pain.
The more bullets she shot, the more excited she became. She had to stop and breathe and calm her weird emotions.
The coach handed her water and asked, "What's wrong today? I'm in a bad mood?"
Her eyes swept across the entrance of the shooting hall and smiled: "No, I'm in a good mood."
I was so happy that I couldn't suppress the excitement trembling, for fear that I would reveal it a little more, and my emotions would not be full later.
That important moment is coming soon, she has to restrain all her emotions and wait for that minute.
…
Ning Siyu received the news that the target person appeared at eleven o'clock.
Yun Shu was protected too well and could not find any opportunity to approach. She finally found a shooting hall she often went to, but people have not appeared recently.
The tension and excitement after learning the truth have almost disappeared, and Yun Shu finally left the door again today.
The thoughts in Ning Siyu's mind rekindled again, like the gears with engine oil turned again, bringing out the strange excitement when he first saw the truth that day.
She hurriedly drove away from Ning's house and rushed to the shooting hall. Because she was too excited, she had no time to distract herself and did not notice a car following behind.
"Come with her."
Ning Siyun's hand had just removed the thread and was still under maintenance. He had no choice but to give orders to the driver.
He turned his phone with one hand, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, which was already habitually gloomy, which was a little scary.
The two cars arrived outside the shooting hall one by one. Ning Siyun watched Ning Siyu rush in. After thinking about it, the green plants standing at the door did not move, but their eyes flashed across the wide leaves and stared at them.
The pink figure in the middle of the venue.
He was also very focused, just like Ning Siyu, and was not alert to other situations.
When Tang Tian followed Ning Siyu's whereabouts downstairs, he happened to stand at a dead corner. Seeing Ning Siyun alone at the door, he frowned in confusion.
What is Ning Siyu and Zhou Jingmo’s lover? What fun is Ning Siyun joining in? It has to do with him?