Give me back my tail

The raindrops hit the glass window again, and the heavy sound spread through the air, and hit the eardrums of the two of them again.

Zhao Zecheng grabbed Ji Rong's hand. He was much more embarrassed than he looked in the photo. He was wearing a raincoat similar to a protective suit, but it still couldn't stop the storm, so the whole figure was just fished out of the water. , the hair was wet into handles, the rain dripped all over his face, gathered at the chin, and fell to the ground.

But Zhao Zecheng's palm was hot again, and it stuck to Ji Rong's cold wrist, making Ji Rong believe that everything in front of him was real, not a dream.

Zhao Zecheng was really grabbing him and asking him why he ran.

Ji Rong didn't answer. After he was stunned for a few seconds, he turned sideways suddenly, trying to escape Zhao Zecheng's shackles.

But Zhao Zecheng didn't let go, he subconsciously leaned forward following Ji Rong's movements, and bumped into Ji Rong again.Both of them fell backwards, Ji Rong's position was very bad, and he was about to hit the back of his head on the edge of the bed.

Zhao Zecheng had no choice but to let him go, propped himself up behind him, half-kneeled himself on the ground, pushed Ji Rong, and fell on the bed.

Seemingly anticipating that this brief separation might also cause Ji Rong to escape, Zhao Zecheng got up extremely quickly.

Almost as soon as he hit the ground, he stood up with his strength, took a small step forward, and pushed back Ji Rong who was ready.

"Rongrong." Zhao Zecheng called him, he panted, and scanned Ji Rong's face from bottom to top, his tone was like stating the facts, but also like complaining: "We haven't seen each other for two months."

Ji Rong's bed was covered with rainwater just now.

It was wet against his back, damp and cold, and the rain fell down Zhao Zecheng's hair and cheeks, and landed on Ji Rong's skin.

It was as if Zhao Zecheng and the bed had formed a closed space made of liquid, and Ji Rong was locked in it, and if he didn't escape, he would gradually suffocate.

He opened his eyes wide to see Zhao Zecheng slowly approaching him.

When they were about to get together, they heard Zhao Zecheng say again: "It's been too long."

Zhao Zecheng leaned against him and kissed him.

In the last second of contact, I still couldn't resist my instinct, and slowly closed my eyes.

But Zhao Zecheng didn't kiss anything.

He frowned and opened it again, there was no fabric on the bed, only a few unknown spots of light remained.

If the people at a certain meteorological base station are still awake at this time, if you click on the satellite view, you can see a large piece of dark clouds covering the south of the country.

And the entire J Island under the clouds is as small as a fingernail.

Trapped by the surrounding vast sea and pouring wind and rain, it seems a little thin and pitiful.

Ji Rong didn't have enough mana, let alone another distant city, he couldn't even reach the edge of J Island, and tried his best, he could only reach a place a few hundred meters away from the only port on the island.

The wind and rain attacked Ji Rong the first second he appeared.

The dense rain curtain made the visibility extremely low, and the heavy raindrops hit Ji Rong's face, which made him unable to open his eyes. The wind was strong, so he could only look for the faint light of the port and grope forward half-crawling and half-walking.

Looking at it from a distance, Ji Rong is a small ant on the small nail of J Island. The wind can blow him away, and the rain can wash him away.

Ji Rong could only hold on to the shrubs along the way with difficulty, and walked for several hundred meters for more than ten minutes before finally arriving at the port.

This is one of the few inhabited places on the island that Ji Rong knows except for Fu Yin's building.

Maybe it was also hired by Fu Yin to build a small house similar to a ticket office here, and people stayed there every day.

Ji Rong knocked on his door drenched.

Two minutes later, the sleepy old man came out with his clothes on.

He was obviously more worldly than Ji Rong, and he would not be like him, who would open the window and call for him to come over when he saw a man walking in the rainstorm.As a result, he led the wolf into the house and had to escape.

The old man only opened the door a little, hung the lock and asked in a bad tone: "It's midnight, what are you doing?"

Ji Rong tried his best to get close to the crack of the door, so that his voice would not be scattered by the sound of rain.

"I want to go to sea, go to shore!"

"You can't go!" The old man understood it, and told him, "Go out now, and you will die!"

The two talked back and forth for a few rounds at the top of their voices. The old man repeatedly said what would happen, but Ji Rong insisted on leaving, so he said, "That's fine! I won't go out! You drive yourself!"

The old man brought a key that was much simpler than Ji Rong imagined, and told Ji Rong: "There is a gasoline boat, hurry up! You drive that one!"

Ji Rong quickly nodded and agreed, and as soon as he took the key, the old man closed the door.

The dim lights of the port are still there, but not enough to provide effective illumination in such bad weather.

Ji Rong narrowed his eyes and looked for the boats in the rain, and finally found the gasoline boat among the pile of wooden boats.

Although it is a gasoline boat, it is no different from the original wooden boat beside it in terms of dilapidation.

Ji Rong didn't cover it when he got on the boat, and under the faint light, he searched for the key socket with great difficulty.

After 10 minutes, the faint roar of the motor finally sounded.

Fifteen minutes later, the roar was still weak.

Ten minutes later, the roar was still weak and came from the same place.

Ji Rong was a little at a loss. He inserted and turned the key repeatedly, but the engine was like an old bellows. Except for the sound of a little more power at the first turn, the rest was like an old man coughing intermittently. Just very powerless.

Although it is like summer all year round, the temperature of the beach in the middle of the night dropped rapidly, soaked by the rain, and Ji Rong's hands and feet began to become cold and stiff.

Ji Rong suddenly felt a little out of breath, and felt aggrieved for no reason.

After several failures and still unable to solve it, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and kicked the boat hard.

"Why! Why can't you drive!" Ji Rong shouted towards the bow.

He knelt down and wiped away the tears that had been washed away in the wind and rain.

"Why," Ji Rong buried himself in his knees, his voice became softer, "Why..."

Why is he always so unlucky, why is he going through these things, why is Zhao Zecheng trying to lie to him, why does the fox insist on absorbing human energy...

Ji Rong originally thought that as long as he forced himself not to think, some things would always be forgotten.

But it turned out that once it started, these thousands of clues were still so clear.

The questions he couldn't figure out on the winding mountain road two months ago still couldn't get the answer on this stormy night.

Ji Rong's life seems to be a mess, like the old reins on a broken ship, which was left in the corner and ignored by no one, so it's fine, but a heavy rain will wash it out, so that everyone can see it.

But in the end, no matter how heavy the rain was, it couldn't wash it away. In the end, it was still a mess and was thrown back into the corner again.

Ji Rong cried sadly.

He didn't notice the unusual jolting of the boat, nor did he notice the change in the sound of the engine.

By the time Ji Rong realized it, the boat had already sailed a long way, the humming of the engine became high-frequency and powerful, and the light on the bow of the boat turned on at some unknown time.

Ji Rong froze for a moment, stopped crying, raised his hand to wipe his face, wanted to stand up and check the situation of the ship, but before he got up, Zhao Zecheng spoke.

Zhao Zecheng sat behind Ji Rong, and when Ji Rong turned his head, his head was covered with a piece of cloth with a strong smell of plastic.

It should be the raincoat that Zhao Zecheng was wearing before.

Zhao Zecheng said: "This kind of old-fashioned engine was started by manually drawing the rope at first."

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