Yin Hong

"Be careful!" Dajuli yelled at the two sailors who were lowering the boat, "The sea below is not as shallow as the front, it's enough to cover your heads."

"Stop yelling, little girl." One of the pirates said impatiently, "I can barely keep my eyes open, and it's already hard enough to keep my arms steady. Let go."

"If you dare to let go, I'll go to Casper to get some materials, and I won't kill you!"

"Okay, okay, you're right, I'm wrong, irritable little beauty," the pirate nodded repeatedly, and then lowered the boat steadily to the surface of the sea, "here, isn't it lowered?"

"Putting it down is what should have happened. There is nothing for you to show off." Dajuli looked at the position of the boat below, and said to Yawen and Sancer who stood aside: "Get down quickly, oars Inside the boat, you can get there in just two strokes from such a small distance.”

Sancer first rowed into the boat along the rope, then stretched out the oars to stabilize the boat, and caught Yawen who was not very agile.He beckoned to Dajuli standing on the boat, and then said: "They will definitely laugh at me, such as 'the little girl from the mountain village who dare not even go into the water', or 'the coward who is finally overwhelmed by the horror of the sea'. something like that."

"It's not the first time you've been laughed at by them anyway, it doesn't matter if you do it again." Yawen sat down in the boat and threw the other oar to Sancerre, "Maintaining a good relationship is not a bad thing, God knows when you're going to pick up guys and start slashing at each other."

"Why do you think so?"

"Because you cut me."

Sancer arranged the oars, turned around and glanced at Yawen with resentment, "Are you still blaming me?"

"Of course, before I get a good enough and convincing reason, I can't wait to dismantle you into countless small pieces and throw them into the pigsty as feed," Yawen said in a gentle, almost frenzied manner. "Whether the fat and clumsy pigs are willing to eat you or not is none of my business."

"I've already promised to tell you." Sancer began to swing his arms and slide the oars, slowly driving the boat towards the shore, "You promised to give me some time."

"I did say that," Yawen leaned comfortably on the stern of the boat, smiling at Sancerre's swaying back and forth, "so I was just imagining it, and I didn't plan to do it."

When they arrived at the shore, Sancer received several jokes of varying severity as expected—in fact, when the boat was still rowing, some pirates walking in the sea with only their heads and a small half of their chests had already appeared. Starting to laugh at them, they stared playfully at the boat, moving at the same speed as the boat.

In response, Sancer slapped the oar directly in their faces.

"How are you going?" Casper asked again with a pale face.He is always paying attention to these trivial things. To use a metaphor that is not very pleasant but appropriate, he is like a wife who needs to wash the dishes at home every day. Pay attention to which pair of pants you wear today.

"Let's go over here." Sancer said, spreading his hands, "This is not far from the town, and we will arrive soon."

"What about him?" Casper looked at Yawen.

"I'll recite." Sancer glanced at the light and slightly sarcastic smile on Yawen's face, and added: "If he feels tired."

Before leaving, Sancer turned around and reminded Casper: "I will come back here in three days, if I don't come back, you can go on your own."

Such an irresponsible sentence, but Casper seemed to be used to it, nodded and left, it seems that whether Sancerre will come back is not an important matter at all.Yawen observed this phenomenon, raised his eyebrows at Sancerre and said, "What if you really didn't come back? Will they never come back again? In that case, you will lose a good boat, and you will lose a good boat." You can't drink with these guys anymore."

"I don't know, this has never happened." Sancer touched his chin and said, "I keep my word."

"It can be seen." Yawen raised his foot and began to walk slowly towards the town. Affected by the wound on his leg and the countless layers of thick bandages, he couldn't walk very fast at all. "For example, this time, You did say you would bring me back 'safely' but not 'unscathed', so even if I'm covered in wounds, Andre won't beat you up if he sees it The reason—not necessarily Catherine.”

"Will she beat me up?"

"This should be a conclusion, not a question." Yawen said with a sly smile, "You can see if I guess correctly in a while."

For the residents, it was another peaceful afternoon. Everything in Jerez was as usual. The roofs of the houses were whitened by the sun, as if they had been sprinkled with a thick layer of salt.The children ran on all the roads as usual, and occasionally knocked over the baskets of the shops, and were caught and scolded. Occasionally, when they met a good-tempered woman, they would touch their heads and warn them not to do this again. It would be easy to let them go.

But in reality, not every woman is so gentle.

"Yarvin!" Catherine slapped the table heavily, her angry expression only increased from before they left, she directly picked up the book on the table, and slammed it on Sancerre's face.

Yawen looked helplessly at her expression as if she was about to explode, thinking that fortunately the table was made of the best wood, otherwise it might really be crushed by her palm and turned into a pile of useless wood.

"Come out," she said, staring at Sancerre blankly. "Let's talk alone."

Sancer tugged on Yawen's sleeve, and asked him for sympathy and help with pitiful eyes.

"For the sake of our acquaintance, I advise you that it is best not to fight back." Yawen smiled happily, his joy was written directly on his face, as if seeing a surprise on his birthday "Because if you hurt her, Andre will definitely destroy you directly."

Catherine didn't give Sancel a chance to say anything, she grabbed him by the collar and rushed out.

Yawen watched them leave before regaining his senses, met Andre's quiet gaze, "I'm back—safely."

Andre put down the pen in his hand, and displeasure appeared on his expression for the first time. He frowned slightly, with a serious and cold expression, "How do you plan to go back to see your parents?"

"First of all, I have to understand first." After Yawen finished speaking, he suddenly felt a throbbing pain in the wound on his leg. He had to find a place to sit down before continuing to ask: "Did you find me a What kind of reason?"

"Temporary business." Andre shifted his gaze to the wound on his thigh, "It's the first time you went out alone from Wilken Chamber of Commerce, and you came back to see me in this state?"

"I didn't expect that either." Yawen shrugged his shoulders. "Can you imagine that someone will rush in and point at your nose and yell at you in the next second? Of course I can't know what will happen in the future."

"So what happened in the past two weeks?"

"Something happened..." Yawen stopped his voice, thought about it carefully, and then said: "Some unbelievable things." He frowned, "There is something I want you to help help."

"Say."

"There is a person, help me find out who it is, his appearance, age, occupation, and all the information about this person, as much as I want." Yawen said, "His name is Flores Mo Hora."

Andre nodded slightly, "Who is he?"

"Strictly speaking, he should be the root cause, or the culprit, that made me into the mess I am now." Yawen smiled, "Although he didn't do anything, these injuries on my body were not caused by him. .”

"Is it Sancerre?"

Yawen was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "We've spent so many years together, and sure enough we can't hide a single thing from you. That's right, he caused it."

"Why?" Even though this surprising answer was confirmed, Andre's expression did not fluctuate at all, as if he had expected it long ago, he continued to ask.

"I also want to know why, so I went to investigate this man named Mohola." Yawen said, "But I'm not very sure if it's really because of him, I will ask Sancerre later, and then tell You." He was silent for a while, took out the roll of blueprints from his pocket, and handed it to Andre, "Look at it."

When Andre opened the blueprint, he continued to explain: "Maybe it is also related to these two islands. I really don't know the specific reason, but I don't want to suffer such a serious injury in vain. If I find out That's the man," he laughed again, "I'll spare neither he nor Sancerre."

After Andre finished reading it, Yawen took the drawings back and put them away, and stood up again, "I have to go and see them. When Catherine is angry, she never thought of showing mercy."

"Yawen."

Yawen stopped and looked back at him.

"You'd better think clearly," Andre warned lightly. In the depths of his calm eyes, it seemed that countless complicated clouds were brewing. "Don't let yourself feel regretful."

Yawen looked at Andre for a long time.It was like a dark and sinister incident that was finally hung high on the bulletin boards everywhere by parchment paper one day, posted all over the city, and some things that he tried to hide were also Then it emerged.This feeling of being seen through is really uncomfortable.

But the person who was sitting there exposing him was his brother who had been with him since he was a child, and he had to listen to some kind advice.So when he was about to step out of the room, he finally nodded in compromise and said, "I know."

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