Yin Hong

In the southeast of Jerez City, there is a beach that is not deep and not shallow, surrounded by large and small hard reefs, like barbs growing on the sea, as black as unburned carbon.The sun was hanging high above the head, and the intense light swept down, making the skin scorching hot, and even the sea water seemed to be boiling.

"You never told me that the time you agreed with your men is today." Yawen stood on the protruding rock by the sea, turned slightly sideways and said to Sancel who was standing in the shadow of his body.

Sancer raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at Yawen, who was behind the light. His face was blurred under a gray envelope, and the outline of his face was hidden in the entanglement of hair, and the scorching brilliance shone behind him. Flowing sideways.Covered in his shadow, Sancer rubbed his eyes that were hurt by the strong light, "But you didn't ask me, did you?"

"What if you don't make it back?"

"I don't know." Sancer simply put one hand across his eyebrows and murmured back, "If I don't come back, will they wait for me?"

"I didn't have time to say hello to my parents, but Andre will find an appropriate reason for me." Yawen took a step to the left, watching Sancerre's head turned sideways instantly when he was stabbed by the sudden light Go, "Unfortunately, I won't be able to see my naughty brother this time either."

"Albert? Is it Albert?" Sancer became interested and took a step with Yawen.

"Yes." Yawen was silent for a few seconds, and then said, "I won't ask you if you know him."

Sancer blinked slowly and asked, "Then you have a good relationship with him?"

"We are brothers. If the relationship is not good, I should kill him with a knife when he came back last time." Yawen laughed, "Or, if I am a righteous brother, I should send him away. To be tortured—but do I look like a good man?"

"It's not like, it's not." Sancer stepped back a little, complaining aggrievedly, "You said you were going to throw me into that small town, let a group of horrible people kill me, and you said you were going to kill me with my head Pressed into a bucket of fish. You're not a good person."

"Scary person? I think compared with them, you should be even scarier." Yawen looked at him a few times, "You are more suitable for the role of bullying others."

"Really?" Sancel looked at him all the time without moving, with a look of hesitation and joy on his face.

"Yes." Yawen turned around again without moving his body, and he didn't seem to care too much about losing some light for the pirate. He stood on the rock facing the sun and looked at the sea from a distance.

Sancel sat down behind him, leaning against the stone, hiding in the shadow of him and the stone, and rested his head lightly on Arvin's heels.

"Do you know how dirty my boots are?"

"They're not dirty." Sancerre replied with his eyes closed. "You put them on this morning, not yesterday's pair. Your gentle mother must have washed them well."

"Even if it's been washed, it's been such a long way. If you don't want your finally clean hair to become dusty again, then quickly remove your head."

"don't want......"

"Your ship seems to be coming." Yawen interrupted his next words, took a few steps forward, and carefully identified the ship that was slowly approaching, "Get up and have a look."

He suddenly moved his foot away, Sancel didn't realize it, the back of his head hit the stone directly, it didn't hurt very much, but he still subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed it, "Even if they can see the boat, they will have to wait a while I’ll come here, I’ve only sat down for a while.”

Yawen turned around and jumped off the rock, landed beside Sancerre, squatted down and looked at him, "Sancerre, how many people are on your boat?"

"How many people?" Sancer was stunned, "I don't remember, probably dozens."

"Can you remember the names of each of them?"

"..." Sancer did not answer, as if he didn't quite understand why he asked this question.

Yawen moved closer to him, narrowed his eyes and asked again: "Then you specially called me this time, where exactly do you want to go?"

"An island," replied Sancerre, "not too far from here, and I will give you the chart when I get on board."

"Looking for the treasure?" Yawen sneered, "The legacy from other pirates that is said to be buried deep on the island?"

"It should be possible to say that... I guess." Sancer raised his hand and gestured a few times, but it was obviously ineffective, so he played tricks, and even described his own words in a pretentious manner, "When you see the picture Just got it. I’ve wanted to go there for a long time and never had the chance,”

Yawen nodded and stood up again. The flatness in his eyes made him look unfathomable, and he couldn't figure out what he was thinking.Sancerre sat on the spot, with his hands on his sides, his muscular legs bent casually in front of him, and his gaze followed Yawen's movement of getting up, and was always firmly fixed on him.

"Yawen..." he called softly.

Yawen glanced at him and ignored him.

After the boat approached, Sancel stood up and stepped on the tall stones, waiting for the boat to approach.

"Sancel!"

Before they reached the shore, the men on the boat began to shout impatiently, "Hey! Are you still alive!"

"I'm alive and well, idiot." Sancer called out loudly, then turned around and held out his hand to Yawen.

Yawen only took one look at his posture, and he basically guessed, "If I fall, you will never find another navigator who is as kind as me."

"No, Alvin," Sancer laughed, showing his white teeth, "No."

Yawen snorted in a nasal voice, walked up to Sancerre, passed his right arm under his armpit, clasped his thin and flexible waist tightly with his right hand, put his left hand on his shoulder, and laid the whole person on his back. When looking at his body, he still didn't forget to laugh, "It smells much more comfortable."

"Because you told me to wash up and come back to you again." Sancel leaned into his ear and said, "So I wash well, every day."

"You're really obedient." Yawen patted him on the side of the neck, "As a reward for your cooperation, I will try my best to help you reach that place—but what happens after you arrive has nothing to do with me."

"Don't worry, I can go alone."

After Sancer finished speaking, he jumped up and grabbed the rope thrown by the sailors on the ship, made a turn in mid-air, and finally landed firmly on the deck of the ship.

"Hey! Hey! Look who this is, Sancerre, where did you get this little sheep?" One of the pirates laughed and came up and put his arm on Sancerre's shoulders, shaking him hard. Twice at him, "Plan to keep it with you and enjoy it slowly? Won't you share it with us?"

Yawen patted some wrinkled sleeves, smiled and looked at this pirate who talked nasty when he first came - he looked like a real pirate, whether it was the casual dress or The lingering hostility on his face is a standard barbarian. His muscles are as strong as hard bread loaves covered with blue veins, and he looks full of strength. Even the saber on his body is stronger than ordinary knives. Twice as big, it looked terribly menacing.

Compared with him, Sancerre looked thin and small, like a kitten standing beside a tiger, there was no comparison at all.But at least in Yawen's eyes, this pirate must be even more terrifying than a tiger, maybe he can take down this particularly brave-looking strong man with one move.

With a smile on his face, Sancer let a few pirates crowd around and push him around, without any aura of a boss at all. His eyes looked over from the pirates one by one, and finally fell back to Yawen again. body.

Yawen shrugged his shoulders, saying that he didn't mind these silly little things.

"Not to share with you, of course." So Sancel answered the pirate brazenly, "You should stay away from him."

"I used to think that you would be more interested in girls with plump breasts and slender waists. I didn't expect you to like this kind of weak little man who is pampered at first sight." The pirate laughed and said, "But He looks so fair, compared to you."

"Stop talking nonsense, I want to arrange a room for him, and let Casper go sleep with you in the warehouse." Sancer pushed him away, pointed to another sailor who was slightly taller, and said, "Casper, Is your room clean?"

"Of course, Sancerre," said the sailor named Caspar, "although you have never gone inside to see it, I can assure you that it is very clean inside."

"Hey, hey, I said Sancel, since you are a lover, you should bring it into your own room!" The burly pirate just now started yelling again, "Is it inconvenient to throw it into another room at night?"

"What's none of your business?" Sancer kicked him on the thigh and walked to the front cabin, "Let's drive your boat!"

Yawen smiled at the group of pirates who looked at him with eyes that they thought they knew, and followed Sancel into the cabin.

After entering the room, Sancer turned around and smiled and asked, "Is it funny? You seem to think it's very funny."

"It's okay." Yawen rubbed the part of his face where the smile gradually faded, "I'm just surprised that you still remember at least the name of a certain sailor."

"I still remember a few." Sancer immediately retorted dissatisfiedly, "like Casper, and Charles."

"what about others?"

"..." Sancer muttered a few times before admitting helplessly, "I can't remember."

"I admire you from the bottom of my heart." Yawen flattered him with sarcasm, and then said, "Now, you can give me that chart that I don't know where it is, and I want to take a good look at it."

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