she's a rose she's a gun

"Hey, young man, can you be more civilized!"

At about [-]:[-] in the afternoon, an old man's dissatisfied voice sounded in the small street where the noise was not too loud.

"Why am I uncivilized! Uncle, you are civilized, let's drink tea in between here and here, this is not your family's open!" Another young man shouted a decibel higher than the old man.

The crowd gradually gathered, discussing who is civilized and who is not, around the old and the young, but no one noticed that a young beautiful woman on the corner of the street just paused in embarrassment and hurried forward.

Wen Wenming was originally in a good mood today. She wore a pair of tight high-waisted jeans, spent an hour applying light makeup, and made a long black straight. drama, but the episode just now made her prone to embarrassment again.

In a small southern town 26 years ago, a beautiful young woman successfully gave birth to a little girl in the hospital. While she was happy, she and her husband who accompanied the delivery fell into deep thought about what name to give to the child. Outside the window, I saw the slogan "Speak civilized words and do civilized things" hanging on the tree and painted on the wall. At the same time, I looked back at the other party and called out a name in unison: Civilization.

Therefore, the baby sleeping in the swaddling womb got its name because her hometown was building a national civilized city when she was born.

Wenming, who learned how to look up a dictionary when she grew up, once asked her mother why she was given this name. In addition to telling her the slogan "Speak civilized words and do civilized things", her mother also robbed her of the sentence "Who made you Dad's surname is Wen", she also asked her dad, and her dad said with a smile: "High-end atmosphere and high-grade."

In fact, it’s okay, except that the history teacher in the junior high school history class always watched her gnash her teeth when talking about the 5000-year-old glorious civilization of the Chinese nation, and the name did not have much impact on civilized life. After all, in life in the south, the word "civilization" is really not used much.

However, Wenming, who just moved to the capital for a month, found that something was wrong. The people in Beijing seemed to like to say the word "civilization". After a month passed, I was finally no longer conditioned, but I still felt embarrassed.

"Oops!" Wenming looked at his watch. He clearly set off half an hour early, but he still had the risk of being late because he was not familiar with the way.She looked at the Central Theater not far away, and trot away with 1.8-meter long legs.

She doesn't want to be late for today's drama.

Because today's director and starring role is Mu Yang, her junior high school classmate and her... first love.

Wenming, who was sweating a little, sat on the middle seat in the first row of her right on time. This was the seat closest to the stage, and it was also the ticket she managed to get online.

The music starts and the show begins.

The moment Mu Yang appeared on the stage, Wen Wenming could no longer see other people in her eyes. She felt dizzy for a while, and her heart ached as if it filled her entire chest.

Even though Mu Yang was wearing a gorgeous dance skirt and heavy stage makeup, Wen Wenming still saw Mu Yang's clear appearance from the heavy decoration.

The hibiscus comes out of the clear water and is carved naturally.

Haven't seen her in eight years, and she's really... barely changed.

I don't know when, her eyes were full of tears, and Wen Hua captured Mu Yang's figure from the tears, until she saw a shining red spot suddenly reflected on Mu Yang's upper body clothes.

Aiming point? !Civilization, who was in a half-dizzy state, woke up suddenly, her eyes were instantly clear, and her professional sensitivity made her pray in her heart that it was not a sniper/shooter/gun, while quickly turning her head to look for the laser emitter.

On the top floor of the auditorium!Civilized eagle eyes instantly caught a man in black, lying on the railing on the top floor of the auditorium, holding a small sniper gun in his hand, aiming at Mu Yang!

At the moment captured, Wenming's heart suddenly fell straight down, as if being pushed down from the top of a mountain.

She didn't even have time to think, she jumped up from her seat in an instant, and ran to Mu Yang on the stage with all her strength. Panicked expression, at this moment, she doesn't know what a choice is, and she doesn't know what kind of judgment to make. She just relies on her body instincts and rushes recklessly towards the person she loves with her life.

I only have this body to protect you well.

"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and the bullet grazed Civilization's left shoulder and embedded itself in the stage floor.

Wen Wenming bit her lip, trying not to make a sound. When the bullet grazed her left shoulder, she still left a wound. She didn't want Mu Yang under her to notice.

After a while, there was no more gunshots. Wenming turned his head suddenly and found that the man in black with the gun had long since disappeared.

She turned her head, gently pulled out the arm that was pressing behind Mu Yang, carefully looked at Mu Yang's whole body, no one was injured, and was about to stand up with satisfaction, but accidentally met Mu Yang's eyes.

The black eyes looked at Wenming quietly and silently, like a bottomless lake, Wenming's heart suddenly jumped up, her breathing became short of breath, she got up quickly, and strode towards the auditorium Run to the exit on the top floor.

Wenming dialed the emergency number while running, and the other party quickly picked up after a beep.

"Old Yang! There was a shooting at the Central Theater. No one was injured so far. The prisoner has fled. I'm chasing him now. Bring someone here!" Wen Wenming hung up the phone and walked up three steps. She knew that her master Yang Dongliang should is already running.

After sprinting to the exit, Wenming came to a sudden stop, and she couldn't believe the sight in front of her.

A large number of performers of the symphony orchestra, wearing black robes, each carrying a huge piano case, were talking and laughing and parting at the entrance of the theater. Not far away, the group of performers who left first had already dispersed , is about to go to every corner of the city.

There were no prisoners, or in other words, all of them were prisoners.

Civilization was in a trance for a while, then sighed, turned and walked towards the theater.

As soon as she walked into the entrance of the theater, she saw Mu Yang standing in the center of the stage, his eyes fixed on her direction without blinking.Wen Wenming felt the blood all over her body quickly rise to her head. At first, she took two steps in a bad manner, and then turned into a quick trot. When she reached the stage, she grabbed Mu Yang's arm and dragged it down the stage. Muttering: It's too dangerous, the prisoner may still be there, it's too dangerous.

Mu Yang let her be dragged, she looked at the person in front of her who was about the same height as she was pulling her arm while talking to herself, and went back to that summer in a trance.

In the summer after the end of the third year of junior high school, after she confessed to herself and was rejected by herself, she held her arm and muttered something softly in her mouth like now, and then resolutely turned around and left. Since then, she has never I have seen this girl named Civilization.

And when 11 years later, on the stage of the debut work he directed and acted in, a crazy audience rushed towards him (this was indeed Mu Yang's first reaction), but he carefully hugged his head and waist and endured the impact of the floor In that embrace, she once again smelled the smell of that girl 11 years ago, that familiar smell.

In that embrace, she was hugged tightly, she heard the gunshots, and also heard the girl's soft "hissing" sound that was suppressed desperately.

At that moment, her brain hadn't realized what happened, but her heart felt as if someone had grabbed her hard, and it hurt.

So when the girl looked at her, she took off all the protection and disguise in her eyes, and looked into her eyes with clarity like a newborn baby.

Until she left and ran back, she was standing on the stage like a fool, rationally telling her that she should hide quickly, but her footsteps seemed to be rooted, and she couldn't move at all.

Wenming grabbed Mu Yang's arm and came to the covered aisle on the side of the stage. After carefully looking around, he felt relieved, but the moment he realized that he was still holding Mu Yang's arm, he let go as if he was electrocuted. hand.

Mu Yang glanced at Wen Wenming's shoulder, her heart twitched in pain again, she said "wait for me" to Wen Wenming, and ran to the actor's lounge.

Wenming looked at her back and stood there in bewilderment.

It wasn't until she saw Mu Yang running towards her with a snow-white towel that she realized that the wound on her left shoulder was probably bleeding through the white shirt.

I would have worn black if I knew it earlier, Wenming thought angrily before Mu Yang ran to his side.

"...Here you are." Mu Yang handed the towel to Wenming and said out of breath.

Civilization hesitated to take the towel, but found that his right hand couldn't reach the injured left shoulder.

Mu Yang looked at Wen Wenming's clumsy posture, and burst out laughing. She followed Wen Wenming's hand, touched the towel, and said softly, "Let me do it."

Wen Wenming didn't dare to look at her, and blushed and nodded lightly. She felt that when Mu Yang took the towel, he vaguely touched her hand, and another electric current flowed through her body.

Just as Mu Yang was helping her press the wound through the shirt, a middle-aged man's voice sounded behind him: "Civilization."

Wen Wenming turned around and saw his master Yang Dongliang in casual clothes, looking at her seriously.

"Old Yang, check the monitoring!" Although he knew that the master must have made arrangements, Wen Wenting said the method he could think of immediately.

Yang Dongliang glanced at her wound, and then at Mu Yang: "People have been arranged to investigate, and the interviews and evacuation of the audience and actors are already in progress here, you should go to the hospital first, and go back to the team directly after dressing up." inside."

Wen Wenming nodded, and suddenly didn't know where to put his hands. While rubbing them together, he said to Yang Dongliang, "This is Mu Yang, the victim of the shooting case. Fortunately, he was not injured."

Yang Dongliang gave Mu Yang a sharp look: "Miss Mu, please come with us to the Public Security Bureau and cooperate with the investigation."

The author has something to say:

Civilization: My Mu Yang!I finally saw you 555~

This is the first time for a newcomer to write an article. In fact, this article has been written a lot, but I still choose to post it on the first day of 2021. I hope you who read the article have a happy new year, everything goes well, and love each other forever with the one you love .

This is the first time in my life to write a novel. If anyone supports me, thank you and bless you.