Post-apocalyptic mermaid stranded

"I guess there will be heavy snow tomorrow." The man in the ragged hat sighed quietly.

The man next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and spat at him: "Have you ever had good weather in your mouth? Talking about strong wind, heavy rain and heavy snow every day, endless?"

The man stared at the bull's eye: "What do you know? I am at sea..."

"You have been floating on the sea for several years, and you can know the sun, moon and stars as soon as the wind blows, ah bah! Change your career to become a magic stick!"

Everyone laughed out loud, watching the two bickering in a leisurely manner.

There were also people who raised their heads and shouted at Gu Baiqing without fear of serious troubles: "Brother Gu, the big head said that it's going to snow heavily tomorrow!"

In fact, there is not much work in the day, and no more than six people stay on the deck in each shift. The only thing they can do is to adjust the sail rope at any time according to the command of the helmsman. This work only consumes energy and is not considered heavy.What is really tiring is to climb on the mast and be responsible for the distant view. After all, the safety of the entire ship is on your shoulders. You need to pay attention to changes in the wind direction on the sea at all times, and you need enough experience to monitor whether the sailing track is accurate. Don't relax for a second.The candidates who can do this job are also very picky. Those who are qualified may not be capable, and those who are capable may not be reliable. In the end, it can only fall on Gu Baiqing.

Gu Baiqing was holding the mast in his left hand, and was looking around intently with the binoculars in his right hand. He also smiled when he heard this: "You have wronged him this time, it will indeed snow heavily tomorrow."

Wei Lan just got on the deck, when she heard this, she quickly raised her head and asked, "Is it going to snow?"

"If there is no accident, it should be Blizzard." Gu Baiqing put away the binoculars and put them on his waist, holding the mast spikes with both hands, and then slid down, stretched himself, his stiff bones creaked, and spoke The voice was exhausted, "Get ready, it's going to be windy tonight."

Wei Lan naturally believed him, and couldn't help but be speechless with a headache: "There are still living things in the warehouse, it's really terrible."

'Damn' is a forbidden word on the boat, and Wei Lan obviously has something to say.

"Let two people go to the warehouse to tidy up first. The number of people on shift in the afternoon will be reduced by half, and some will be tired in the evening." Gu Baiqing knew something was wrong, but he could only comfort her, "Maybe this blizzard will be over in two days. Thank you for your hard work, you should pay more attention, and let the captain reward you later."

Wei Lan's eyes almost rolled to the sky: "You're counting on the captain again, he's almost being exploited by you to become Yang Bailao, be careful that he will fight you desperately in a hurry."

"Well, then I'll go and give him a desperate chance now." Gu Baiqing smiled fearlessly.

"Don't delay too long." Wei Lan glared at him. "To make a long story short, you are still waiting here. I won't climb the mast."

"Who is Yang Bailao..." Gu Baiqing left with a sad face.

After going down the stairs, I greeted several crew members along the way, and met Wei Jin face to face before walking a few steps.

Since Gu Baiqing made a move that night, the two hadn't communicated with each other again. To be precise, Wei Jin should have ignored him again.

With a pair of eyes at this moment, the atmosphere is a little stiff.

"Hey, go to work?" Gu Baiqing greeted casually without realizing it, stopped for only a second, and continued walking around Wei Jin.

Wei Jin closed his mouth just now, watching his back go farther and farther, and disappear into the stairs leading down from the cabin.

The next floor of the cabin is the cargo warehouse, in which goods to be transported to Nanwei Island are piled up. Two solitary lambs are nestled in the corner surrounded by wooden boxes, head to head drowsy, with a few shriveled lambs in their mouths After hearing the movement, they only lazily raised their eyes to look at Gu Baiqing, who came uninvited, and lowered their heads without interest.

Gu Baiqing stared at them for a while, looked away before the lambs felt uncomfortable, swallowed regretfully, and continued to walk down, sighing secretly when he wondered when he would be able to eat the whole roasted lamb again.

The sundries storehouse was also cleaned very cleanly. The dense crowd on the ship is the most suitable for the spread of the plague. The crew members are very conscious of maintaining hygiene. Arrange for people to clean it again, and try to make sure that not even an ant can survive.

But no matter how clean it is, the sundry warehouse, which is only separated from the sea by a layer of wood, is still dark and damp.In order to prevent moisture, the spare anchors, sails, and boats piled up in the center are covered with plastic sheets around them. The walls painted with fluorescent paint exude dim light, and the plastic sheets are printed with more gloomy marks.

The bald head curled up on the wooden board, with a felt blanket covering his body, his figure trembling indistinctly.

"Bulb." Gu Baiqing walked up to him and knelt down.

The tangled blanket shook violently, his bald head poked out from inside, he saw Gu Baiqing in a daze, and immediately opened his eyes wide, begging for mercy without tears: "Brother Gu, I know I was wrong. "

"Well, I know." Gu Baiqing touched his bald head, his tentacles were icy cold, and asked with some distress, "Is it cold?"

"Cold." The bald head was so cold that his lips were purple, and he looked very pitiful.But it's useless to be cold, he's only been locked up for a day, so don't even think about going out before the time limit.

Gu Baiqing looked at him with pity: "The temperature is cooling down at night, it is estimated that there will be heavy snowfall in the next two days."

The bald head felt cold when he heard it, and he couldn't speak out tremblingly.

He is finished.

Every time the temperature drops, the whole ship is the most nervous. All the warm clothes will be transferred to the cabin and deck, and people will gather together to keep warm.And those who make trouble during the boat trip, once they are convicted, they will be branded with evil intentions.He deserves no sympathy from anyone, let alone any hope of getting any of the supplies on board.He won't get any food and clothing to keep out the cold, and he will die when he dies. No one will remember him, and he will be done if he is thrown into the sea...

"Don't be afraid, you won't die." Gu Baiqing stretched out his hands to wrap his blanket around him, "But, have you thought about the future?"

Just as the bald head lit up, Xi Yi's eyes dimmed again. Does he have a future?Once the reputation of being the leader of the troubles on the boat spread, even if he returned to the shore alive, no one would let him go with the boat in the future.

"Brother Gu, Brother Gu, I really know I was wrong." Cold tears fell, and the bald head tremblingly grabbed Gu Baiqing's wrist, the more we cried, the more sad he became, "I knew I was wrong, Brother Gu, I'm just afraid of death, I I didn't want to make trouble, you trust me..."

"It's not wrong to be afraid of death." Gu Baiqing let him hold on, "You are an old hand, you know what you should do and what you shouldn't do. You should know the consequences of knowingly committing a crime."

"I was wrong, I knew I was wrong, woo woo woo..."

The bald head was already out of breath from crying, Gu Baiqing's hands were cold and tired, he sighed, thinking about the things waiting for him above, he said bluntly: "I'll give you a chance, do you want it?"

"Yes!" The bald head swished up, tears and snot mixed together, dripping down.

Gu Baiqing took a deep breath, not daring to look down at his hands, and said in a tense voice, "Tell me, how did you know that we would pass by Heiyan?"

"I can't see it. I heard it from someone else that night." The bald head searched for memories in his mind as if grabbing a life-saving straw. It was not my shift at night. After being driven back to the cabin, I fell asleep directly, but I was confused and heard someone talking again... The voice was very vague, and I didn't recognize who it was, but I did hear someone talking about black people. I'm blind. Really, Brother Gu, I didn't see it, I didn't think about the route, I was wronged!"

The more he talked, the more frightened he became, the bald head finally realized that he had been tricked.He was definitely not the only one who heard that night, but on the second day, it was him who took the lead in causing trouble!

"Are you trying to say that you were teased?" Gu Baiqing nodded, "Thinking about it again, was it one person who talked about black eyes that night? Or two?"

"One... two, two, no, I'll think about it again." The bald head became more and more anxious, and Gu Baiqing didn't rush him, and finally he slapped his forehead, "I remembered, not just two, but several ! They talked one after another for a long time.”

"Brother Gu, I really can't remember who it is..." After thinking about it for a long time, the bald man realized that he couldn't even name his name, and his heart became even more anxious, despondently hoping for other opportunities to make meritorious deeds, "Brother Gu, Give me some time, let me listen to them again, and I will definitely remember."

Gu Baiqing touched his bald head understandingly: "You said that you were sleepy at the time, and it was not easy to remember these things. If you give you more time, you will only forget more."

Bald: "..."

Breaking off the bald head's fingers one by one, saving his own wrist, rubbing his skin that had been numb since the blood was blocked, Gu Baiqing stood up, looked down at the bald head who was anxious, and softened his voice to comfort Said: "I will ask Wei Lan to send you a quilt at night, don't worry, you should reflect here first, there is a chance for you to take the blame and make meritorious deeds."

The author has something to say:

The pit is still shallow, and the plot is already on the way. The author is working hard to fill the soil and pave the road. Everyone can step on it when they pass by. Don't worry~

ps. Thank you for the comments and favorites, the little chrysanthemum on the author's background management comment page is still ticking and turning, but I can't open QAQ... If I can't open it at night, I will give up...