Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 27, Section 6: Let's Go to the Wedding Together

—Big Bird Spinning Bar, 4th Floor Staff Room—

Time flies by.

Two days have passed since He Ye last went out, and he hasn't seen the National Security Bureau girl in the bar since; they seem to have given up monitoring the area. Meanwhile, things are peaceful on the spy team's side as well, with the fighting and killings far removed from their usual activities.

You could say that life is very peaceful – that's a good thing.

However, He Ye has recently encountered a new problem.

The drowsy afternoon sunlight streamed through the window. Brooke, who slept on the top bunk, was getting dressed and scratching his head, yawning. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and the bar would be opening soon.

Good morning! Good morning!

Brooke climbed out of bed wearing a nightcap.

He Ye was lying on his bed, idly flipping through his diary, when he saw his roommate Brooke come downstairs and couldn't help but respond.

"Good morning, good morning."

Working at the Big Bird Bar, they're used to an afternoon-to-morning schedule; four o'clock is considered early for them, since they don't officially open until six.

Soon, Brooke ran off to wash up.

There was a clattering noise coming from the bathroom, and He Ye continued to flip through her diary.

His recent troubles are related to his diary.

The yellowed pages hold memories and the passage of time. Every time he flips through the diary, he feels as if he is seeing his past self, and the words stir up a surge of emotions in his heart.

The first page is "I want to go home";

Page twelve is Save world;

Page 37 is about finding a pretty girl with a great figure.

He Ye doesn't write in her diary every day. Sometimes it's every two or three weeks, sometimes every two or three months, and sometimes even every year. It mainly depends on whether her sentimental feelings well up inside her.

Now, he's a bit sentimental.

The chances of the National Security Bureau arresting him were very low. He planned to work here for another two or three weeks to earn enough money for his train ticket before leaving. In other words, this was the last period of his time in Greeley City.

I'm about to leave this place where I've lived for so long... Some people will be the last I see, and some things need to be settled.

"Hey, what are you thinking about, bro?"

Brook, having finished washing up, came out of the bathroom. He saw He Ye lying on the bed with a leather diary in his arms, looking dazed, and couldn't help but strike up a conversation out of curiosity.

He Ye closed her diary and asked softly:

"You know, there are so many people in this world, but how many of them leave a lasting impression on our memories?"

"?" Brooke stared blankly at the philosophical quote. "What are you talking about?"

“That’s how it is.” He Ye sat up.

He pulled a red wedding invitation from his pocket, an invitation he had received many days earlier at "Elsa's Sweet Bakery"—a invitation personally handed to him by Miss Elsa, who hoped to see his blessing.

Although I felt like "Oh my god, fate is really playing tricks on me" at the time, looking back now, it doesn't seem like a big deal, and the frustration has dissipated with the passage of time.

It's more of a feeling of emotion.

He was about to leave the city, and he thought it best to say goodbye to the beautiful bakery owner he had once known.

So, holding the wedding invitation, He Ye calmly explained:

"This is the wedding invitation from the beautiful girl I mentioned before. I'm wondering whether I should go and wish her well, since this might be the last time I see her... Her wedding is tomorrow."

"Hiss..." Brooke gasped, rubbing his chin. "You're not going to crash the wedding, are you?"

He Ye rolled her eyes: "What do you think?"

"Wait a minute, I'll get a few more brothers to break the axle..." Brooke said, rolling up his sleeves as he walked out the door.

"Hey, hey, come back!" He Ye waved.

"So it really isn't?" Brooke turned around.

Hearing this, He Ye was speechless for a moment. His original sense of relief was touched by what He Ye said, but his outlook on life and values ​​were very correct, and he really couldn't do such a despicable thing.

"I'm just hesitating whether it's better to go or not."

He Ye paused, scratched his head, and sighed:

"When I first met her at the bakery, I didn't think she was particularly pretty. The main thing was that she helped me at that time, even though it was just a small amount of 5 kronor... But you know, sometimes you can be so moved."

“I thought you were just attracted to looks,” Brooke sighed. “I didn’t expect you to be such a pure-hearted person.”

"So what do you think?"

He Ye steered the conversation back on track, wanting some advice on how to handle the situation so as not to become a regrettable one.

"Do you still like that pretty girl?" Brooke asked after a moment of silence.

“No, not at all.” He Ye shook his head. “I just know that if I miss this opportunity, I may never see her again in this lifetime, so I hesitated. After all, she helped me, and this is a major event in her life.”

"Since you've said that, what reason do you have not to go?" Brooke shrugged and leaned against the door. "Just tell the supervisor tomorrow to switch your vacation days this week. Nicole probably wants to go with you too. Do you want me to talk to her for you two?"

Hearing this, He Ye understood his attitude, glanced at the invitation, and casually said, "No need, I can go by myself."

"Row."

The matter was settled. He Ye got up, put away his diary, tidied his bed, and stopped being sentimental. After all, it was just a matter of putting an end to the memories.

Brooke had already left the room.

Smoothing out the wrinkles in the bedding, He Ye sat on the edge of the bed and unfolded the invitation in her hand again. The location on it was the central garden on Rose Street, a very popular wedding venue.

I hope she will have a happy marriage.

He Ye looked at the words written by the other person and thought they were really beautiful. Then he picked up a guitar and prepared to go down to his business.

In the corridor, as I passed another employee's room...

Just then, the door opened and Nicole walked out. She was wearing a black bartender's uniform, and her shoulder-length short hair was a little messy, as if she had just woken up.

"By the way, are you coming to the wedding with me tomorrow?"

He Ye, holding his guitar, casually asked, then noticed her standing beside him and remembered what had just happened. After all, he planned to give 500 crowns as a wedding gift, and he couldn't possibly recoup that much money by himself.

Upon hearing this, Nicole Griffith froze as if in a dream, her cheeks flushing red as she stumbled backward in a flustered manner.

"Ah...yeah...a dream?!"

"...?" He Ye watched her perform.

Nicole patted her cheeks with both hands, stunned with shyness. Overjoyed was not enough to describe the feeling. However, seeing He Ye's increasingly confused eyes, she knew that she had to agree even if it was a dream!

"Yes, yes! I do, sir!"

"Okay, then I'll get up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

After saying that, He Ye waved and walked away with his guitar in hand. He thought he would talk to the stern-faced middle-aged manager later and figure he could get him to come out on holiday. Nicole, who was left at the door, was a little unsteady on her feet, her eyes filled with longing and pink bubbles floating around her. Then another woman came out of the room. The bartender, Miss Bena, heard the conversation and looked confused in her pajamas.

"What did he just say to you? Did I hear that right?"

"Hehehe..." Nicole was already lost in her fantasies about tomorrow and didn't respond.

……

Then my gaze shifted.

—Rose Street, near Central Garden—

The morning sunlight at eight o'clock was gentle, and people were coming and going on the streets. This area is close to the center of Gladys City, which is generally considered a "three-way street" with a bustling radio station and commercial street.

Nicole was walking down the street with a disappointed look on her face.

She wore that white dress, swaying like a dandelion on the riverbank, kicking pebbles on the street with a resentful look on her face. After all, she was even wearing those flat Mary Jane shoes today.

Unfortunately, I was scammed.

"Sir, could you please be more specific next time...?"

Nicole grumbled sullenly, drawing out the last syllable, too weak to even lift her head, and simply kicked at pebbles as she hurried on.

He Ye scratched his head, knowing the reason she had become like this. It seemed she had misunderstood what he had said to her yesterday afternoon—but he couldn't blame him; Nicole herself liked to overthink.

I misunderstood attending a friend's wedding as a wedding related to her.

Why does this kid, who's only seventeen, like to think about love and romance? He Ye really couldn't understand it. He casually offered a few words of comfort, saying there would be delicious bread and cake at the wedding, and then stopped trying to console him.

He hurried on his way, looking at the location on the invitation.

A few hundred meters from the destination, He Ye was slightly distracted as he passed a clothing store with glass doors. He turned his head to look at his reflection in the mirror—a black-haired young man wearing a jacket and loose Oxford trousers, with an approachable demeanor.

He may not be the main character at the wedding, but there is no doubt that the ladies passing by will turn around to look at the dark-haired young man as he brushes past them, leaving an impression on them.

After a while.

The two arrived at the sweet-smelling central garden.

Here stand sculptures of past glories, and a colorful ribbon has been strung up in an area next to it, covering an area of ​​about 600 square meters. At the front is a temporary wooden platform decorated with colorful flower bushes.

Below are about twenty round and square tables, covered with white tablecloths with embroidered patterns, which even look like wedding dresses.

All sorts of people lingered here, perhaps Miss Elsa's neighbors: men and women with children, women with graying hair, and bishops in monastic robes.

She's very popular.

Balloons floated around.

He Ye and Nicole arrived at the entrance of the wedding venue. There, at a square table, sat a young man in a jacket. He first smiled and nodded to He Ye and Nicole, then gestured:

"May I ask your name?"

“Leon Rossi, and the other one is my friend.”

After speaking calmly, He Ye placed the invitation in front of him. The young man in the jacket took it and opened it, only to find 500 crowns inside. He was speechless.

"This is too precious, my friend."

Ke Heye simply waved his hand dismissively and led Nicole into the venue, thinking that this was just a return gift and had no other intention.

The air in the central garden is fresh, with the sounds of flowing fountains and birdsong, and the leaves rustling in the breeze.

Inside the wedding venue, people were walking and chatting, and children were chasing and playing.

He Ye sat on the chair, resting her chin on her hand, looking at the cheerful crowd around her, but she couldn't see the two main protagonists of the wedding yet.

But there's still plenty of time, no rush.

Nicole sat next to He Ye, curiously looking around and thinking, "So this is what a wedding is like. It's different from all the ones I've attended before, and it seems especially beautiful."

Do you know how Miss Elsa and Mr. Harold met?

Meanwhile, a crowd not far away was talking loudly about their wonderful encounter, and the ladies and children were listening to the origin of the wedding.

"It's said that it happened on a stormy night! Miss Elsa was baking cakes in the bakery when suddenly a few rude and wicked men barged in! They were evil and crazy, and wanted to do something bad!"

"Fortunately, Mr. Harold appeared at this moment, used his strong strength to drive away those bad guys, helped the trembling Elsa up, and asked her if she was hurt."

Miss Elsa was very touched by this and gave Harold some money, but Mr. Harold said he didn't need the money; he simply liked to help others. But since it was a life-saving favor, Elsa asked him if there was anything she could do to help.

“It just so happened that Harold was homeless because of business failure, so Aisha took him in and let him help out at the store.”

"And so, their relationship blossomed."

"Until now, they will walk down the aisle."

The crowd, who had been talking loudly in the distance, cheered at this moment, because the story had come to an end. He Ye also heard this narration and felt that it was a classic love story unfolding, and it was only natural that they had fallen in love.

"Sir, what are you thinking about?"

Nicole asked, bored, because sitting here was boring.

"It's nothing, I was just listening to a story."

He Ye turned to look at her, then patted her head, thinking that this girl was so prone to daydreaming and longing for love and romance. He wondered what her future marriage would be like, and hoped that she would have a good start like Aisha.

Nicole was flattered by the head pat, feeling that her husband was a little different today... but he was really nice!

"hey-hey."

Just then—

The two main characters made their official entrance, eliciting cheers from the crowd. They walked slowly down the central carpet, hand in hand, while children scattered flower petals from their baskets.

"Hey, hey, don't mess around before it even starts!"

His mother playfully patted his head.

Looking at them, the people were like dazzling lights in the crowd.

Miss Elsa was wearing a white wedding dress, her skin was fair and she had a sweet smile on her face. Her golden hair shone brightly in the sunlight. When He Ye saw her, he thought to himself that he had already let go of the past, but his heart still skipped a beat...

Wow, she has really big breasts.

No, no, no, oh dear, how could I have such wicked thoughts? You're a proper gentleman, after all.

He Ye thought to himself with annoyance, rubbing his head and deciding not to do it again. Out of sight, out of mind, he shifted his gaze to her fiancé—Harold, who was standing next to her.

Harold was the man they had met before. He was around 27 years old, with dark skin and a muscular build. He was a full head taller than Aisha.

For some reason, the faces of Brooke's cronies and the words they said back then suddenly popped into my mind.

However, it was quickly dispersed by He Ye once again.

He came to offer his blessings.

(End of this chapter)