woman and sea

In the evening after the commotion, the storm died down.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sunset glow is red.

The breeze after the calm and the sea is very pleasant, mixed with a faint smell of the sea, slowly blowing the flowing clouds in the sky, layer by layer, moving away towards the sea level.

If you are lucky, standing at a good angle, you can even see the magnificent scenery of the clouds disappearing on the horizon as far as your eye can see, as if the golden clouds were swallowed by the sea and absorbed into another world .

——Just like the place where Chen Sha is standing now.

Shen Sha is now standing on the watchtower at the top of the mast, holding up an exquisite pocket-sized monocular, carefully surveying the situation on the sea.

Now, he has been deeply impressed by this magnificent and remote scene, so that his heart is surging and it is difficult to restrain himself.

He couldn't help thinking secretly, behind this sea level, would there really be the end of the day, the corner of the sea?

If so, when will I be lucky enough to get there and see it with my own eyes?

"Third officer, shift change.—"

Shen Sha was thinking about it, suddenly, he heard a voice coming from under his feet.Leaning slightly, looking around, I saw a middle-aged sailor stepping on the net ladder hanging from the mast, climbing there vigorously.

"Uncle Shi Bei, you always come to take over about a quarter of an hour earlier." Shen Sha carefully put the binoculars into his pocket, and smiled brightly at the sailor.

"Anyway, idleness is idleness. This person, as he gets older, he will feel less sleepy, and he can't fall asleep even when he is lying on the bed. Why don't he come to change shifts earlier. ——Oh, yes, the chef killed a head just now The pork, ribs and tenderloin are all from your superior crew, go down and eat them quickly." The sailor called Shibei said while pounding Chensha's left shoulder with a little force, loudly Ran said, "You should eat more. You are a weak person, but you can't spend your whole life at sea, Mr. future captain!"

"Well, what Uncle Shi Bei said is very true." Shen Sha stood at attention and said seriously.

Then, he smiled at the sailor.

His white and clean teeth were coated with a layer of warm luster by the setting sun, and the gilding of the setting sun diffused, like delicate white porcelain under the golden light.

"Hiss... I almost forgot. ——When the old boy Tie Jian and I were carrying that woman today, I wiped off this string of beads from her wrist. It looks quite delicate, Just don't know the material.

At first I planned to give it to the captain, but after thinking about it, even if I gave it to the captain, most likely it would be pawned by his old man in exchange for wine. ——Thinking about it in this way, it is really better to leave it to you, so that you can think of it more or less. "

Saying that, Shi Bei took out a bracelet made of red beads from his bosom and put it on Chen Sha's hand.

Sighing with emotion, he continued, "Shen Sha, I know you just want to save her. ——No way, why are most people so superstitious about those strange powers?  … …

Oh, really, it's fine if you don't speak, once you speak, maybe they will think that you have been charmed by that 'Sirrama', and maybe even throw you into the sea together. ..."

"Uncle Shi Bei..." Shen Sha stared at Shi Bei gratefully, then put his right palm on his chest, bowed his body, and saluted deeply.

Shi Bei smiled helplessly and shook his head, thought for a while, and said: "Chen Sha, to tell you the truth, I always think that woman is not simple. Even Sea God may not take her life so easily Go.——This string of beads, you must take it as a gift. If you really meet her again in the future, then, you must remember to return it to her in its original shape, and you must not knock it or It was touched.—I don’t know, this thing may still be a magic weapon.”

Chen Sha nodded with a smile, and said seriously: "Yes, I made a note. Thank you, Uncle Shi Bei."

Frowning slightly and pondering for a while, Shi Bei waved to Chen Sha again, motioning for him to come over.

Shen Sha was puzzled for a moment, but nodded dully, and leaned over numbly, wanting to hear what he was about to say.

Shi Bei covered his lips with his right palm, and said in a low voice: "Actually, when I tied the rope earlier, I moved a little bit. It looked so tight, but actually it opened with a light push. —I hit a loose button."

After finishing speaking, Shi Bei folded his arms in front of his body, raised his chin slightly, straightened his waist, and gave Chen Sha a small hard thump on the shoulder, signaling him to go down to eat quickly.

"En!" Chen Sha grinned tacitly, nodded vigorously, turned around and climbed down from the mast along the net ladder.

Let's talk about Yang Fan over there.

When Yang Fan regained consciousness again, he found himself lying in a tent.

The firewood in the small charcoal pit beside her crackled and burned vigorously, making the small tent very warm.

In addition, a small pot was hung above the charcoal pit, and the lingering and mouth-watering smell in the tent escaped from it, as if it was some delicious soup.

Yang Fan's stomach grunted in due course.

She is hungry.

However, Yang Fan didn't dare to lift the lid of the pot rashly and drink other people's stewed soup without knowing who the owner of the tent was.

It's okay to say that the stew is fish and shrimp, but if the stew is human flesh, then she should really hehe.

In short, I still hope that the unreliable gods and other gods will take pity on her a little bit, and bless her little family from falling into the hands of friends in the cannibal tribe.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan stood up, mustered up his courage and walked a few steps towards the curtain.

Suddenly, Yang Fan felt a strange touch coming from his feet.

Looking down, he saw that he was stepping on the sand with bare feet.

Her shoes and socks were all gone, and her clothes were changed into the kind of coarse cloth gown with narrow sleeves and cross-neck that ancient people wore, the color is azure.

Although not naked, but——

Where are the clothes? !

Well, I got ripped off...

From the inside to the outside, even the fat times were ripped off.

She now has nothing on her but a robe.

——“Knock on the sack!—”

——"Is it a man or a woman who picked up my clothes?!—"

The more Yang Fan thought about it, the more his scalp became numb, and the more he thought about it, the more itchy he felt.

Immediately, she gritted her teeth, raised her fist and said to herself, if the owner of this tent is really a man, then she must chop him up——

wrong!

It should be executed Ling Chi!

Bone to ashes!

With a vicious expression on his face, he opened the curtain, and Yang Fan walked out with big strides.

Not far outside the tent, a child with a loose ponytail and a little girl by visual inspection was sitting on the beach with his back to Yang Fan, knitting something with a thick straw rope.

Hearing the rustling sound behind him, the child put down his work, turned his head, and smiled brightly at Yang Fan.

Well, it is indeed a little girl.

Well, fortunately, it's a little girl.

So, Yang Fan let go of his fist calmly.

Then, he raised his arms, opened his palms, shook them lightly, smiled kindly, and greeted her softly: "Hi——"

The little girl saw that Yang Fan had woken up, so she smiled happily at her: "ńXīɡlA?

OH...MY...GOD...

Can't understand……

completely……

listen!No!Understand!ah!

——"Nani?! Foreigners?!"

Yang Fan couldn't help guessing in his heart.

"that……"

Yang Fan scratched his head with a dry smile.

Thinking for a while, Yang Fan took a deep breath, rubbed his hands awkwardly, smiled awkwardly, and greeted hesitantly: "My mother, Ha Saiyou?—Kong Banggou?——Hello?—— Tied a pig?—Mosey?—Aloha?—”

The little girl's eyes were full of bewilderment, but she still tried her best to maintain a polite smile.

She's smiling so hard now that her facial muscles are going stiff.

Yang Fan closed his eyes exhaustedly, thumped his forehead, and was instantly discouraged, with a wry smile on his lips, and murmured: "Uh... well, what... you... hello ...Well, anyway, I'm not very well...hehe..."

Seeing the black question mark on the little girl's face, Yang Fan almost cried.

Although she clearly has a face of a yellow race, but——

Korean, Japanese, English, French, Hawaiian, Chinese—she couldn't understand any of them.

System!System!listen!No!Understand!

——"It seems that there is no way to communicate..."

——"Which ravine is this..."

——"But having said that, this little girl looks quite cute, a bit like Zhao Ling'er in "Legend of Sword and Fairy". Hmm..."

"yāLāīτńɡBūdńɡΩō$HūDehāyā..."

The little girl wiped her hands carefully on the apron in front of her, lowered her eyes and pondered for a while.Then, with a polite smile, he stood up and beckoned Yang Fan to follow him.

Yang Fan saw that the little girl smiled harmlessly to humans and animals, and most of the guard in his heart disappeared. He expected that she would not drive himself to the pot of the cannibal tribe, so he followed her, walking silently.

When she came to the two coconut trees on the beach, the little girl who was walking in front stopped, turned around and waved to Yang Fan gently, and pointed to the rope tied between the two trees.

Yang Fan looked intently, and saw that his full set of underwear, socks and running shoes were hanging on the rope to dry.

at the same time--

Her fluffy, pink and tender Hello Kitty Pangci, and the girly Hello Kitty camisole are dancing in the setting sun and fluttering in the wind.

Moreover, what is used to fix them and prevent them from being blown away by the wind is not ordinary clips, but the big claws of the processed crabs.

Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh deeply for the wisdom of the working people.

Even forgetting that my current priority should be "embarrassed by this".

After a long time, Yang Fan regained his composure, so he ran over with squeaky noises, and snatched the fat times and the vest that were hanging there.

Then, he squeezed them into his arms.

Although they had been drying in the sun for a while, they were still not completely dry, so they were stuck on Yang Fan's bare skin like this.

Yang Fan was shocked immediately by the cold, and immediately after a loud "Aw--", a tall boy jumped up.

At this moment, the little girl was looking at Yang Fan in horror.

After landing, Yang Fan realized his gaffe belatedly.

So he turned his face away suddenly, and grinned dryly at the little girl several times, as an excuse for ridicule.

——Here is "Curator Jin's signature smile".

When meeting Yang Fan's gaze, the little girl backed away tremblingly, trying to run away, as if she was frightened by Yang Fan's sudden madness.

"Ah!...that...I...I'm not having a convulsion, I'm not sick, I'm normal....um...normal.—I'm just embarrassed. Nothing else, just sorry ...So...Calm down...Well, calm down, please calm down....Oh, yes, and...Well, thank you for saving me, and helping me wash all my clothes. ——Uh ...this ... 'thank you' ... means ... I, in my heart, thank you very much.—”

After Yang Fan babbled nonsense, seeing that the little girl still had a face of confusion, he just remembered the matter of the language barrier between the two of them.

So, Yang Fan pointed at himself with gestures, and compared the sign language of "grateful heart" that he had rehearsed during the cultural performance, then clasped his fists with both hands, bent down and bowed to show his gratitude.

However, when Yang Fan raised his head, the little girl stared at her even more horrified, and said in a chattering voice, "b...Būxńɡ, īyE$hvhīz, ΩōzEńmEKeyJīɡeīńE..."

As the little girl spoke, she backed away again and again, as if a mouse was terrified when it saw a cat.

Yang Fan frowned slightly, puzzled and said: "Eh?...What are you afraid of?...I, a good man! Hello! Daddy! Daddy——"

As he said that, Yang Fan patted his chest "Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom", then raised his arm, and stretched out his thumb to the sky to show that he is a good person.

However, this gesture made the little girl turn paler with fright.

But after hearing a shrill scream, the little girl turned around and ran towards the tent, screaming out of breath: "jūmńɡyā!—jūmńɡyā!—$hńz Eīlīlā!——$hńz Eīlīlā !—”

Yang Fan was also taken aback by the child's sudden change in painting style, his eyes darkened, and he almost passed out.

After a while, seeing the little girl running far away, she remembered to raise her feet to chase after her.

"Hey!—don't you run away!—hey!—"

After chasing for a few steps, Yang Fan suddenly felt a suffocation in his chest, so he stopped, gasped for a few breaths, and murmured as if Monk Zhang Er was puzzled, "Tsk... why are you running... I can still eat Did you?..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fan suddenly felt a churning in his stomach, and then he knit his eyebrows and bowed down in pain.

Because he shouted too hard just now, and he was swollen from the sea water he drank before, Yang Fan couldn't help vomiting.

——It's just that, except for sea water and acid water, Yang Fan's stomach can no longer pour out any other vomit.

After throwing up half his life and getting out, Yang Fan raised his head rather heavily, and looked ahead vaguely.

At some point, her vision became blurred again.

"SHIT...Why is it so bitter...Did I vomit out the bile..."

Yang Fan subconsciously wanted to raise her sleeve to wipe her mouth, but suddenly, her scalp went numb, and she hurriedly stopped her arm in mid-air.

Just because the clothes on her body belonged to others, she was afraid that they would get dirty.

So, she stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her lips indiscriminately, and then turned her head to spit.

Taking a short breath, Yang Fan raised his feet tremblingly, and walked slowly towards the little girl's tent with heavy steps.

Reluctantly raising her legs and taking a few steps forward, she suddenly felt dizzy, but in the end she staggered and fell to the ground due to exhaustion.

Yang Fan threw himself on the ground like a dead dog, panting heavily, and kept slandering——

——"This person... Once he gets unlucky, he will really clog his teeth after drinking cold water..."

——"No...I don't drink cold water...I don't want to drink any more...beep..."

——"The director...what about the routine that he agreed on?..."

——"Let's go through time travel in a serious way like the one shown on TV, can we die..."

Her consciousness gradually became blurred and distant...

In a trance, I don't know how long it has passed.

Before completely losing consciousness, she seemed to be praying that the tide would not come too soon.

The author has something to say: ah... so good Ji Mo...

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