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"Now, I, I just feel sorry for you and want to help you.

You can go on your own later, don't follow me!

Yeah, no, no touching! I-I have no money! "I grabbed his feet and dragged him back to the shore.

He leaned against the big tree. Although he looked weak, he still checked the wound himself. "I need treatment... You can help me find a doctor..."

As he spoke, he started to touch his pocket. After feeling for a long time, he sighed and said, "I lost my mobile phone. Can you make a call for me?"

I frowned and took a step back.

"There's no hospital here, and there's no phone! I-I won't help you either!"

He wanted to get up, but he tore the wound. He couldn't help but let out a "tsk" and fell back down.

He couldn't tell whether it was seawater or cold sweat, but it was flowing down his hair to the bridge of his nose, and then gathered into water droplets that slid down and fell into the afterimage in the shade of the tree.

He lowered his head, with a wry smile on his lips. Although he was embarrassed, he was very calm.

My heart was suddenly touched, and I was fascinated by it for a moment.

This is a remote island that has not even been developed. Except for the six or seven families on the island, there is no chance to see outsiders.

I didn’t expect that there are such good-looking people in this world!

Like, a flower blooming in the sun.

He sighed, groped around on his body, and finally found a hundred-dollar bill folded into a heart shape in his shirt pocket, "Here, I'll give it to you first.

You give me a call, or take me to the hospital... I will give you more later. "

The heart shape was held on the white and slender fingers and handed in front of me, red as fire.

When our eyes met, I couldn't help but feel tense all over.

It was a pair of eyes full of expectation, just like his old self.

More than ten years ago, when I was young, I prayed with great hope to my grandfather who was passing by while fishing for help.

At that time, I was like him, soaking in the cold sea water and covered with injuries.

I looked at him and sighed.

"I took the money, but there is no hospital or phone here."

His expression was a little panicked for a moment, and he tried his best to grab the banknote, but I grabbed it in my hand first.

His movement caused the wound to open again, and he pointed at my hand with disappointment in his eyes.

I collected the money calmly and said, "Don't worry, since I have collected your money, I will never leave you behind."

He stared straight into my face, sighed softly, and slowly closed his eyes.

I walked over to him and carried him on my back.

"Don't worry, since I have accepted your money, I will definitely cure you. I, I always do what I say."

The setting sun was like a bright orange, slowly approaching the sea. The surrounding area began to become quiet, and even the sound of the waves had disappeared.

I took heavy steps, feeling the sound of his heartbeat on my back, just like my grandfather carrying his old self on his back.

very warm.

It was the first time since my grandfather passed away that I had such close contact with people.

This path that is used every day does not seem so far away anymore.

When it got completely dark, I finally opened the door.

He was lying on the bed made of wooden boards, his body had begun to feel hot, his lips were trembling slightly, and his brows were frowning.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" He suddenly grabbed my hand with such force that I was so scared that I hurriedly shook it off. Only then did I realize that he was dreaming.

I unbuttoned his clothes and saw that the wound on his abdomen near his ribs had begun to turn white.

Although it had been soaked in sea water, it could be seen at a glance that the wound was very smooth, as if it had been scratched by a knife.

"What kind of person would encounter this?"

I didn't think deeply about it, because he would leave sooner or later, and I just had to save him properly and make money from him.

Although the wound looked scary, it was just a superficial wound. After I skillfully treated the wound, I took off his clothes and covered him with a quilt.

"It's a great harvest today!" I remembered that I still had some work to do, so I packed up the bottles and put them in a large porcelain jar at the door.

The watch and wallet were placed in a cardboard box under a sign labeled "Lost and Found."

According to the rules of the island, if no one claims these things within a month, they will belong to me.

When the time comes, I will ask the fishermen who go out to buy them to convert them into money and deposit them into my account.

In this way, my savings will increase again!

In this way, I am one step closer to my dream of taking grandpa’s ashes back to his hometown to build a better tomb!

Take out your notebook and pen to record today's harvest.

Finally, I collapsed on the chair from exhaustion.

The pink gemstone ring shone brightly under the light. I closed my eyes slightly, and in my ears was the sound of his slight breathing in the bedroom.

I have been scavenging on this small island for almost ten years, and this is the first time I have picked up people.

"Xiaoyue! Xiaoyue! Are you there?"

There was a rapid knock on the door, and I woke up suddenly.

My mind was still a little dazed, but the cool breeze blew by, and I finally became more awake.

"Grandma Zhao, I'm here."

"Xiaoyue, I just received a notice that a typhoon is coming in the next two days. Please close the doors and windows and don't go out!"

"Oh, okay Grandma Zhao, I'll take care of it now!"

I agreed and began to skillfully seal all my doors and windows with plastic sheets.

In an instant, the rain poured down.

I sat in front of the window, not knowing what I should do.

What did you do during previous typhoons?

Thinking of this, I took out an old white MP3 player from the drawer. I picked it up at the beach seven years ago. It was sealed in a bottle and had been drifting on the sea for I don't know how long.

When I found it, the MP3 had been soaked in water.

At that time, I spent thirteen yuan that I had saved for a long time and asked Uncle Liu, the only man on the island who could repair electrical appliances, to rescue it.

There is only one song in the MP3, and because its display is broken, I don’t know the name of the song.

The audio was so damaged that all I could hear was pitch-shifted sounds.

However, I can still hear that it is a gentle male voice, humming vague lyrics along with the music.

I couldn't hear clearly what he was singing, but I firmly believed that it must be a pathos and lingering love story.

A hand suddenly slapped on my shoulder. I turned around and found that the man I saved yesterday had woken up and was standing behind me.

He only wore a suit jacket, unbuttoned, revealing his beautiful muscle lines.

Perhaps because the wound was still painful, his right hand had been lightly covering the gauze on the wound. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, but his expression was calm.