[Mrs. & Mrs. Smith] The best murder in the world

All the disabled people here are ashamed.

I decided to block Bacon's phone number.

The good news is that at least the last two days of the week can be a little cheery.

After the vice president of the literary writing club called.I decided to retract the sentence above ↑.

"What event?" I got a call on my way home.

"Society Orientation. Hopefully before Homecoming."

"When did our club have such an activity?"

"always have."

Well, since I only participated in one club activity last semester, yes, it was the lottery.Money can't buy regret medicine.

I asked, "Need to rent the school's indoor stadium for a party?"

"The school's stadium and cafeteria have long been taken over by other clubs."

"Then next week..."

"Every night and weekend this week, next week, next week is booked."

"Hahahaha, it sounds a bit bad."

"I think it's best to get the orientation out of the way this weekend."

"Why?" I don't want this week's grandma's apple pie to go to waste.

"Because my boyfriend is coming back from a business trip next week. I have to be with him every night and weekend."

"what."

"If you, the person in charge, can prepare the orientation meeting by yourself, of course I think any time will be fine."

"Uh."

"Then this weekend."

I said frustratedly, "Who the hell is your boyfriend?"

"Well, you can be considered a writer."

"Write what?"

"He wrote a book called Cherries in June."

Very familiar name.

That's a youth romance novel.

"...Okay, this weekend." I rubbed my forehead: "How many new students will there be this year?"

"One."

What an embarrassing number.

I scratched my head and asked, "How many people can participate on the day of the event?"

"It should be considered good if there are more than five. By the way, remember to submit the photos of the event to the Federation of Associations."

"Hey, wait..." I yelled.

"I absolutely trust you, the person in charge. Let's just say that, please call me when your activity plan is finalized, and I will notify you one by one."

"Your trust is too heavy, take it back quickly."

"You can do it, the person in charge."

"NO!"

"Yes."

"NO!!"

"...beep...beep...beep...beep..."

Teenagers these days are so rude! !

I decided to call my dad, maybe grandma would like to host a group of teenage bears tomorrow.

"It's a good thing, Maggie." Mom said with a smile.

Dad also agreed: "Your grandma's house hasn't been so lively for a long time."

"Trouble. Pop. It's a big trouble."

I picked up the apple on the coffee table and started carving flowers aimlessly.

"Stop complaining so much."

I nodded perfunctorily, and held the apple with the little rabbit and carrot carved on it to my father's eyes.

"Look!"

"Good workmanship." Dad politely responded to my perfunctory praise.

I woke up early the next morning and made four giant potato bacon egg burgers for two adults.

Dad dropped cheese and bread crumbs on the table as he ate with his mouth open.When he saw his mother dismember the whole hamburger, finished eating the bread and was about to eat the first layer of potato chips, his father finally swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, and he said to his mother with a seasoned look: "Jane , you have to know that there is never a way to eat burgers separately. What is the difference between eating like this and stew?"

Mom ignored him at all.

After I drank the milk, I enthusiastically pushed the remaining two burgers to my father.

"How about another one, Dad?"

Dad stared at the crumbling hamburger on the plate and politely rejected me.

I packed the rest of the hamburger in a crisper and put it in the trunk of the SUV with the luggage.

In the trunk I found a rectangular piano case.Pick it up and see that the zipper of the piano case is locked.I thought it was a gun box, and I asked my father for the key to open it, but it turned out to be a somewhat worn-out viola.

"Are any guns now disguised as violas?"

Mom replied, "That's a viola, your daddy had it a long time ago (2)."

Dad then said, "Hey baby, take it easy, who puts a gun in the trunk when they go out to play?"

... I put a handful in the luggage bag and a handful on my body.

Mom drove along the quiet street in the morning to the appointed intersection.

Several people, including the vice president, have arrived. They are leaning on a blue pickup truck with a local brewery advertisement on the body, and they all hold fresh hot dogs that have just been baked from the hot dog cart not far away.I stuck my head out the window to say hello to the vice president, who happily ran over to me and said, "Do you want a hot dog?"

I glanced at the remaining half in her hand and said, "I've eaten it."

She pointed to the blue pickup truck and introduced to me: "The one in the car is the brother of this freshman, Andrew. He is from the brewery, and the car he borrowed this time is really cool! You can never imagine, There's a dozen free beers in the car!"

I was delighted, but I said, "Are you old enough to drink?"

"Come on, Maggie. We are not strict parents." Dad leaned over to the main driver and said with a smile: "Appropriate amount, restraint, I think it's a good idea to have a little while grilling."

The vice president yelled in surprise, "Your father is so handsome!"

"Hey!" I glared at her.

"Your family's car is pretty good," the vice president said in a rather pretentious manner, "Volkswagen?"

"No, Hummer." I said

"Well... as cool as your dad." She gave my dad a fierce look.I remember you also have a romance writer boyfriend, girl.

Reluctantly, I turned my head and stuck my tongue out at Mom, and, changing the subject, said to the two grown-ups, "This is Sophia McLean, my dear vice president. A master of revival-era literature. Her poetry is marvelous. "

"My song 'The Evening That Burned the Falcon' was in the town's weekly newspaper," she added.

"Are you taking my car?" I asked her.

"No, my luggage is all on the pickup. Penelope Gerwig is in your car. The rest is in Andrew's."

"Then come up quickly, let's go." I rolled up the window.

Mom unlocked the trunk and I moved in, putting the little pillow on the back of my neck.

The sound of the trunk being opened.The sound of luggage being put in.Light footsteps.The door opened.

The tall man with short blond hair hunched over and sat in.

I stare.

He sat down in a comfortable position, and introduced himself to the two adults in front of him, "It's our first meeting, I'm Jervi Sian."

"Where's Penelope Gerwig?" I exclaimed in surprise.

Sian squinted at me and said, "She wants to ride in the same car with her boyfriend Allen."

My God, at least a week ago Penelope and Ellen had a big fight in the hallway over something as small as bumping into him and almost getting into a fight.They were indeed Montague and Cape Prout (3).

"When did you join the literary writing club?" I frowned and asked Xi An.

Xi An replied lazily: "Report Miss President, when I enter the school the next day."

"I've never seen you at club activities." Keke, I just remembered that I haven't participated in club activities much.

"Because I have never participated in club activities." Xi'an replied.

Haha, I laughed out loud.He asked again: "Then why did you participate in this association's orientation meeting again?"

Xi An turned his face to look out of the window impatiently: "I have to say, the number of people in the so-called orientation party is really shabby."

"Thank you so much for coming."

"you are welcome."

I choked immediately, and raised my eyes resentfully, the two adults in the front row stared at me intently.

"It's time for us to go, Mom," I said.

Mom just ignited the engine.

Dad looked at Xi An next to me with great interest, and asked him, "Have you ever written poetry, and have you been featured in the town's weekly newspaper? For example, barbecued birds or something?"

(1) There are various flavors of candy beans in Harry Potter. TB is sold, it is said that a well-known British candy company made of natural plant raw materials.

(2) Remember John was an art major?As a result, after graduation, I began to study the art of killing.

(3) The surnames of the family of Romeo and the surnames of the family of Juliet.The two families are enemies.

06

The car was running on the flat and open road, and the trees on both sides whizzed by.The sun poked his head out from among the thin clouds, looking like a listless middle-aged man, but the sun was still unpleasant on his face.

I push the small pillow stuffed behind my head to my face, which can just block the wind blowing into the car.At this time, I hate the three-dimensional faces of Westerners.As soon as I closed my eyes and put down my hand, the small pillow was tilted to one side and rolled to the ground.

"Mom, do you have an extra hair tie?" I muffled, covering my flying bangs.

"Sorry no, dear."

I put down my hands and let the wind blowing in from the window on the left make my hair messy with a blank expression.Turning my head, my hair was flying around to cover my vision, and I didn't bother to brush it away. "Could you close that damn window of yours?" I said savagely to Sheian.

Without saying a word, Xi An stretched out his hand and pressed the window closing button, and the left window began to rise slowly.I went on to say: "By the way, help me pick up the pillow next to your feet, thank you."