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The next day, Zong Chi really got a small yacht and a decent set of fishing tackle - both of which were borrowed, and he claimed with high spirits that he would take Jian Changche out of the lake for fishing.

Carrying a heavy fishing tackle box, Jian Changche followed Zong Chi through a small forest.The trees in this area are probably growing very well because of the abundance of water and soil. It is still early winter and they are still full of vitality. The leaves are mixed with red and brown, which is quite beautiful.

After bypassing the last few branches that were obviously too presumptuous, a sparkling lake surface appeared in front of my eyes.

A simple T-shaped small pier stands quietly on the water, and there is a whole row of stakes for tying boats on the shore. Currently, only a small white yacht is parked.The two went down the slope to the lake—some shells were clinging to the water-soaked roots of the wooden pillars, the aquatic plants swayed slightly in the sunlight, the white boat swayed from side to side, and the ripples lightly hit the stone wall on the shore, making a pleasant sound. The sound of water waves.

Zong Chi bent down to untie the rope, and then dragged it around the bollard to prevent the boat from drifting away, and jumped onto the boat with one stride of his long legs.He looked back and held out his hand.Jian Changche handed out the fishing tackle in a daze, but Zong Chi didn't pick it up, but stretched forward enough to grab his arm and tugged: "Come up."

Jian Changche carefully kept his balance and stepped up, asking, "Can you drive?"

Zong Chi said, "There's nothing wrong with that."

"Oh." Jian Changche didn't ask too much, guessing that being able to fly a boat might be a standard feature for a rich man.This was his first time on a yacht—a small boat with an orange-brown leather interior in a white-painted hull, and a chocolate-colored moisture-proof wooden floor under his feet.There are airbags hanging on the sides, bow and stern of the boat to avoid collisions when docking, and Zong Chi has already stowed a few of them at this moment.

Today is another sunny day, with wind on the lake, but the sun is warm and the water is shining brightly.

Zong Chi was wearing a neat windbreaker jacket today, and his lower body was rare jeans, tucked into black short boots, but the gray scarf was still wrapped around his neck.He was wearing sunglasses, his hair was scratched casually, his face was sullen, and he looked like a cool guy.Brother Ku sat in the driver's seat, wrapped the key ring around his finger, and inserted it under the dashboard to turn on the switch.The power light came on, and Zong Chi turned the steering wheel—the hull twisted slightly, and then remained motionless.

"Why don't you leave?" Zong Chi wondered.

Jian Changche observed him for a long time, and asked hesitantly, "Have you ... refueled?"

Hearing this, Zong Chi opened his knees and looked down. He really forgot that there was an accelerator pedal. He subconsciously kicked down, and the boat slammed forward. Jian Changche, who was standing at the stern, was almost thrown off the boat. .

"Didn't you say you could drive!" Jian Changche growled.

At this time, the boat turned sharply to the right again, and Jian Changche fell onto the stool.Zong Chi hurriedly slowed down, and said again and again: "Now I will, now I will."

Jian Changche was out of breath, grabbed the handrail inside the boat and carefully moved behind Zong Chi, and hit him hard on the head.

Zong Chi got up "Ouch", groaned for a while, and said, "Pour some wine, put it in the refrigerator."

Jian Changche looked down at the small refrigerator embedded in the seat, opened it and found that there were quite a lot of things inside.He was still in shock, so he simply opened a bottle of beer for each of them, and they touched each other. Zong Chi grinned, "Happy holidays."

"What festival?" Jian Chang took a big sip of cold beer, feeling cold, and put it aside casually - the place where the cups are placed on the small table has a small circle of guardrails to prevent spills.

"The winter solstice is coming soon," Zong Chi said, "I invite you to make dumplings when I get home."

Jian Changche corrected him: "Do you want me to make dumplings or eat dumplings?"

However, Zong Chi laughed "hehe" maliciously, and Jian Changche understood - this bad guy has no mouth at all, just waiting for him to make dumplings to eat!

Although it was very tiring at the beginning, Zong Chi really quickly mastered the essentials of sailing, and quickly accelerated all the way from the pier, and drove out of the canal belt to a more open lake.

Jian Changche didn't expect that the water area of ​​this lake was so big that it couldn't be seen at a glance. There were only a few small islands scattered in the middle of the lake.Zong Chi picked up the speed of the boat and said loudly against the wind, "It's so beautiful here in autumn, there are many water birds!"

Jian Changche looked back at the white waves receding from the stern, and stretched out his fingers from the side of the boat to feel the splash of the water. Although it was bumpy, it felt very free, like flying, and he felt extremely happy in his heart.

After 10 minutes, the boat sailed to a small island and circled it half a circle, and slowly approached the pier.According to Zong Chi, after the high tide, the small island will only be one-third of its current size, and it is only possible to take advantage of these few hours to go around.

When the boat reached the shore, Jian Changche climbed onto the bow first, then jumped onto the shore, pulled the boat closer by the rope, and deliberately hummed: "Sister, sit on the bow."

Unexpectedly, Shameless, he has never been Zong Chi's opponent, Brother Ku immediately put on a coy look, and replied: "Brother, you go ashore, love and love, and swing the rope."

Jian Changche really wanted to throw the rope into the water and leave.

With his assistance, neither of them has much experience in stopping a boat—this guy Zong Chi is obviously at the helm for the first time, and it is estimated that he used to have a special person to steer the boat before, and it took more than 20 minutes to barely stop it.

Picking up the unfinished beer, the two began to walk along the deserted railway line by the pier.The tracks are shallow and narrow, worse than the park train.

"This is the railway track of the mine cart," Zong Chi explained. "There used to be mines here, but they were dug out soon. Later, they were requisitioned for a period of time for military combat preparations. Now, occasionally, empty shells of torpedoes can be picked up on the island." Woolen cloth."

Jian Changche raised his eyebrows, expressing surprise.

"Is anyone living on the island?"

"There used to be seven households with less than twenty people. I don't know now, but there is a restaurant."

"Only twenty people and a restaurant?"

Zong Chi nodded, and pointed to the right along the road: "Yes, the coffee sounds good. People used to come here by boat to drink it."

Driving a private yacht to drink coffee on an uninhabited island, is the "someone" you are talking about yourself.

Sensing Jian Changche's internal complaints, Zong Chi was very wronged: "It's true! As for my friends, their vacation houses are all nearby, and they will come to this island to play almost every summer."

Jian Changche repeated, "A friend from home?"

"Yes, most of them are the children of my father's friends," Zong Chi suddenly remembered, "Ah! Remember the girl we asked her to borrow the dog last time? Her family has a holiday house, which is 200 meters away from my grandma's house. "

The two of them leaned on the glass of the restaurant and looked in - the lights were not turned on, maybe it was closed today.

It's interesting to say, but in the past, when I heard Zong Chi casually say these things, Jian Changche would inevitably think "Ordinary houses can't afford it, these people still have so-called holiday houses", or "Sure enough, they have similar backgrounds. People who have known each other since childhood" and so on, are not bothered by such thoughts at all today.I don't know if it's because the weather is too good, or the air is too fresh, but at this moment, he is just curious about the past of the young Zongchi.

He had never forgotten it before, and now he remembered it even more clearly - the glimpse in the Zong's house back then.

At that time, Jian Changche was just an unremarkable food delivery boy. He was wearing a peaked cap backwards, and a vest with cheap fabric and a loose fit. He was black and thin.Behind him was a broken car that couldn't even run the engine when the air conditioner was turned on, next to it were boxes of fresh and tender fruits and vegetables, and the sun was blazing overhead.

Suddenly, the gate opened, and a wine-red painted luxury car turned into the yard, and a tall boy stepped out of it.He was also wearing sunglasses, which covered half of his impatient face, and he looked like a celebrity.The weather was hot, the boy rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and his wrists under the black strap were particularly fair.He looked around blankly, the sunglasses blocked his gaze, and Jian Changche felt that the other party seemed to be looking at him, paused for a moment, and then moved away emotionlessly.

Jian Changche remembered that he rubbed his hands with his trousers in embarrassment at that time, and quickly looked away and continued to help carry the goods.

When all the goods were unloaded and the driver who brought him checked the goods with the housekeeper, Jian Changche couldn't help but walked a few steps to the yard in front of the building.He saw that the boy was still standing in front of the gate, and the luggage had already been taken out of the trunk by the driver.Unlike his own dirty cloth uppers, the boy was in perfect harmony with the unrealistically beautiful big house behind him, without being obtrusive at all.

At this moment, the boy looked at him, his eyes fixed.Jian Changche was a little flustered, he was afraid of getting into trouble - this job was hard for him to get.However, after seeing him, the boy who moved goods, the boy just complained: "Why are you having a party again? It's just the first day back, can you give me a break?"

The boy in memory overlapped with the man in front of him.

To be honest, Jian Changche didn't quite remember how many similarities there were in their facial features.But he still remembers himself at that time. At that time, the most important thing in his mind was to find a job, find a cheap shared house, and then leave the orphanage forever.Thinking about it now, he actually didn't hate that place, what he wanted to escape was more of his past self and painful memories.

But it's amazing, I don't know when, all these pasts have become very far away, and even the emotions about these pasts seem to be blurred.

No wonder it is difficult for him to open his heart and communicate with people. The burden on him is too heavy for any ordinary person.Who is willing to accept a youth who lost a loved one in childhood and was bullied for no reason?Who wouldn't want to relax, get comfortable, and wait for a healing relationship to unfold?Who hasn't come all the way, just dealing with their own life problems and emotions is exhausting.

So is it from then?Jian Changche thought to himself, when Zong Chi said "but he's not you"?

He even began to wonder if the little boy Zong Chi saved really existed, or if it was his old self trapped in obsession.

Layers of withered and yellow leaves made a crunchy sound when stepped on. The two walked around the island before returning to the pier and boarding the boat.