Correct harassment posture for ex-boyfriend

Aimo and Steven were sitting on the upper deck of the yacht, with a glass of red wine in front of each of them, and the waiter had just removed the food from the table.The yacht sailed into the sea from Rose Bay, the last ray of light in the sky disappeared in the sky, and the neon lights lit up.

"Your chef's Italian dishes are very authentic, with the level of Michelin." Aimo said, he was wearing a round-neck beige sweater and a pair of loose slacks, which were refreshing and chic.

"On Christmas Eve 15 years ago, I tasted the most delicious food in my life. For me, no one cooked food better than that chef. He promised to cook for me for a lifetime." Steven said affectionately Looking at Aymo, he was wearing a suit, as formal as he was at a dinner party.

Aimo shook the red wine in the glass, stared at the outer wall of the glass, and avoided Steven's words: "It is said that Italians like to try new things, but you like to be nostalgic."

"After experiencing the turbulence of the sea, it is difficult to stop for the gentle jump of the stream!" Steven replied.

Aymo smiled slightly, his eyes still fixed on the side of the wine glass.

"Aymo, are you American?" Steven asked.

"I have dual citizenship, American and Australian."

"I studied as a graduate student at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh for two months, and then dropped out. I wanted to find a job in Silicon Valley, and now I am yearning for this free country. I want to obtain permanent residency in the United States. What do you say is the fastest way?"

"There are many ways to apply for investment immigration; or to work as a manager in a multinational company and apply for outstanding manager immigration; or apply for a job in a company in the STEM industry, apply for a work visa, and then apply for a green card." Aimo stared at his wine glass, He frowned.

"How long does it take to get a green card with these methods?" Steven noticed Aimo's gaze and didn't know what he was looking at.

"If it goes well, it will take about 5 years. If it is slow, it will take 10 years. The incoming Trump may tighten visa and green card policies. Trump intends to build a wall on the border, restrict immigration, suppress outsourcing, and rule the country with short-term interests. The goal is to damage the spirit of tolerance and diversity in the United States. However, terrorists are now everywhere and hard to guard against. Standing on the policy and position of resolutely fighting terrorism, I also agree with him..."

"Then did you vote for him?" Steven asked curiously.

Aymo suddenly turned his head and pointed back with his hand: "Steven, look!"

Steven looked in the direction of Aimo's finger, and a yacht twice the size of them was following them 500 meters behind: "Oh, a sightseeing boat at sea."

"No! Just now I have been looking at the wall of the wine glass, just looking at its shadow. This yacht has been following us since it went out to sea. Now it is completely dark. It has neither turned on the lights nor tourists are sightseeing in the portholes. It is very Ghosts," said Aymo.

"Uh... Could it be that terrorists are following us? Or, let's stop and let it pass first." Steven signaled to the crew below to stop the yacht.

The yacht behind caught up and stopped side by side.

Steven and Aymo looked at each other.

Steven consulted with the crew, and the crew replied that they could not contact the other party, but the other party stretched out a lap board to connect the two boats.

"Aymo, they invited us, let's go and have a look."

Aymo nodded.

Steven took Aimo's hand and walked into the opponent's yacht from the deck. The yacht was very dark. They took advantage of the faint light from their own yacht and turned around along the corridor without encountering anyone. one person.

"Let's go to the cockpit," Steven said.

"it is good."

Pushing open the hatch, the cockpit was still empty.

Aimo leaned closer to Steven, and Steven held his hand tightly, kissed his cheek, and comforted him: "Don't worry, I'm here, let's go upstairs and have a look."

He dragged Aymo up to the yacht building.

Along the gangway, they went up layer by layer, and every floor they passed was empty, without a person.

Finally, they reached the uppermost deck of the yacht.

A group of dark shadows, about a dozen people, gathered together, standing in front of the hall without saying a word.

"Who are you?" Steven let go of Aimo and stepped forward to ask.

The other party remained motionless, and no one responded.

"Zi——" A strong light pierced Aimo. He closed his eyes instinctively and blocked the light source with his hand. After about 50 seconds, the strong light went out. He opened his eyes and got used to it for a while. He saw a puff of smoke rising from the hall. , The nose smelled a fruity woody fragrance that permeated the air.

All the dozen or so people gathered in the front hall just now disappeared without a trace, including Steven.Where the group of people had stood, there was a piano left behind.

"Steven!" Aymo called Steven's name, turned around, but did not see his figure, so he stood there quietly, waiting for what would happen next.

"Woo--" a bee-like voice slowly moved in from the yacht window, and a long row of small glass bottles filled with lighted candles hung in the air, as if they had grown wings, and they automatically approached Aymo one by one fly.

When the bottles flew close, Aymo could see clearly that these glass bottles containing candles were hung on the suspended-wing drone, and the humming sound was made by the drone.

The candles flew around Aymo and slowly spun around him. Aymo turned around and found that they formed a heart, and he was standing in the center of the heart.

He smiled knowingly.

The strong light came again, and this time, Aymo closed his eyes cooperatively, and when the strong light went out, he opened his eyes, and the colorful lights on the side of the ship flickered, and the crowd that had just disappeared appeared again, each holding a musical instrument, Another sat at the piano.

A conductor waved a stick in his hand, and the Christmas Eve song - "The Days Long Gone" swayed softly.

"Aimo!" Steven's voice sounded behind him, Aimo turned around, and Steven held a red rose in both hands, knelt in front of him on one knee, and a drone hung beside him, with a transparent shallow mouth Inside the glass was a shiny ring.

"Yeah!" Aymo replied movedly.

"I want to have a permanent American identity. I wonder if you can help me fulfill my wish." Steven held the rose in front of him.

"How can I help you?" Aimo took Rose and asked innocently.

"Marryme!" Steven said, and the ring flew to Aymo's eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't intend to come out." Aymo turned his back.

"Ow——" Steven let out a cry of disappointment, the band stopped playing, and Aimo heard him running away from behind him, "Gudong", the sound of water entering behind him.Aymo turned around and found that Steven was nowhere to be seen.

The musicians put down their instruments, passed by Aymo, and squeezed to the side of the boat to look down.

"Help—" a female voice screamed shrilly, and the rest of the musicians uttered "Oh——" together, sounding surprised and sad.

"What the hell are you doing again!" Aymo walked towards the side of the boat, and the musicians all looked strange, and they automatically parted ways.

He looked into the sea with his head, and what he saw made him dizzy for a while. On the dark sea, two big sharks were biting a piece of flesh. The surrounding sea water had turned dark brown, as if it was stained with blood.

Aymo climbed onto the side of the boat, spread his arms, stood on tiptoe, gritted his teeth, and jumped towards the darkest water mass on the sea surface.

"Oh my god—" the musicians behind him let out a desperate chorus.

Seeing food falling, the sharks in the sea stopped biting, opened their bloody mouths, and waited eagerly for the delicious meal that was about to enter.