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What Caesar didn't know was that from the moment he gave the order to set sail, McGarl had actually been watching him until he and his Stormrage had completely disappeared from his sight——

When McGarl stood on the beach and took off his riding boots that had been filled with water, it seemed as if he was going to accompany the rush of the sea water in the boots returning to the sea. At first, even though he was far away, he still seemed to be able to hear the bulging sound of the wind blowing the sails.

Throwing away his boots, he sat down on the soft, white sand. A small crab crawled out from the pile of sand beside his hand, and moved sideways quickly. It waved its pincers and left A small sand mark—the little crab that was about to touch the sea was suddenly grabbed by a white hand, and the thin white fingertips slipped from the young woman's fingertips. Then, she smiled Without hesitation, he threw the crab with teeth and claws into Cherry's mouth.

The crunching sound and the bulging cheek chewing quickly gave McGahr the urge to push the silly girl with a complacent face back into the sea.

Chicken taste, crunch and crisp.

"Hey, sh*t, I know you have words beyond your mouth," Zhi Zhi's small white toes sank into the sand, and she picked up the soft gravel lightly by bouncing and bouncing, and the two jumped to Megal Next to her, squatting down with her knees in her arms, she rubbed against the black-haired young man, "But you have to know, if you miss it, you will never be able to say it—"

"..."

The Stormrage had become a small spot on the edge of the sea level, and Megal stared blankly at the fleet that was drifting away, without answering Zhizhi's words.

"Some people are like that. If you don't stretch out your hand to hold him back, you may have to spend countless tomorrows waiting for his prodigal son to return." Seeing that McGarl didn't respond, Zhizhi just tilted his head, "Especially in the A person who is half a beat slower than others in this regard - he may not want to look back until he dies, and then you deserve to wait until he dies without waiting for a result."

"...Why didn't I stretch out my hand to grab him?" McGarl seemed to have finally come to his senses, and he hooked the corners of his lips sarcastically, "I was lying on him, hugging his thighs and pulling his clothes The sleeve dragged his trousers and knelt down to beg him to stop - but people ignored me, there is a trick."

"You're not trying hard enough."

"I've lost my wealth and life, isn't it hard enough?"

"It's destined," Zhizhi stretched out his hand, and the two brothers embraced the black-haired young man's shoulders, "Although it's not written in the prophecy book, I don't think the two of you are finished yet—believe me, I've done so many jobs, The most handy thing is when I was a sea witch, sister, I have lived for hundreds of years, even if I don’t have the ability to predict, some things can still be seen clearly at a glance—”

McGall: "..."

Zhizhi patted his shoulder: "You two definitely won't just let it go."

McGall: "..."

Zhi Zhi: "So work harder, Xiao Sao Nian."

McGall: "..."

Zhizhi smiled, turned around and went to the edge of the jungle behind them to pick up some wood. They didn’t have any kindling, so they had to squat down and play with drilling wood to start a fire. This work was boring and time-consuming, so At Zhizhi's request, McGarl told the story of meeting Caesar from the beginning to the end, as if telling a story.

……

McGarr started talking about that midsummer night in the Mediterranean, when he stepped on a half-dead pirate—Caesar seemed to be some strange alien creature, and suddenly, at a certain coordinate in McGarl’s life The dot appeared without warning...they couldn't speak the language, and Caesar couldn't see, and yet McGarr picked up such a thing and brought it home.

From then on, there was an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks in the small wooden house where he lived alone; when he arrived at the market, he suddenly found something he wanted to buy. Those bandages, fresh water, and fruits were carefully selected, and then he took them home as if asking for credit. Throw it all on the lap of the man who is actually temporarily invisible; give him a new name, which has nothing to do with the man's own past, and only he himself knows; and listen at night Djerba night dancing and singing, put your face on the back of the person whose back is always turned to you, and fall asleep peacefully listening to his heartbeat.

It's as if Robinson Crusoe met his Friday.

The appearance of Caesar suddenly caused a subtle shake in Megall's world, and the mentality of eating, drinking and waiting to die after time travel suddenly collapsed—for the first time, he had the idea of ​​wanting to live well.

Because in this world where even the communication language is very strange, I suddenly feel that I am no longer alone.

"You're just too lonely." Zhi Zhi quickly turned the wood in her hand, she evaluated without raising her head, moved her small nose, and smelled a trace of burning wood chips with satisfaction.

Mai Jiaer was stunned by Zhizhi's words.

"Don't pretend to be lazy when picking up the plane in a daze." Zhizhi rolled his eyes, "Hurry up and work—well, then continue telling the story."

"..."

Staring dazedly at the two dry logs that rubbed against Zhizhi’s hands and started to spark, McGarr suddenly felt that he had a lot of things to say to Caesar, and those words seemed to be endless for three days and three nights. Much—he didn't know the specific content, but he just wanted to look at those amber pupils, talk to him seriously for a while, and think about it like an old man and old lady.

……

Let the big dog thank itself first.

Let the big dog be grateful, without his three barrels of fresh water, all the bandages in stock, and the clean and white sheets that do not need to be disinfected, the black sea wolf's sailing diary may have stopped half a year ago; let the big dog be grateful, without his first With an accurate forecast of the weather, the Stormrage had already given up on the first pursuit of the Wasp, thus losing the possibility of obtaining a series of Spanish Royal Nautical Maps; thanks to the big dog, without his pretending carelessness, He will never discover the usage of Si Nanyu in his whole life, and he will never find the location of the Fountain of Youth... Perhaps this may make the man whose heart is higher than the sky and vowed to lift the family curse regret for life, but it will probably at least make his resume The word written before the period on the last line is "end of life".

……

Then to strongly blame the big dog.

Blaming Big Dog for another absence in his life, McGarr felt his life was back on track, he was struggling to return to such a strange environment for a man, and in the end he didn't do enough for him The responsibility of raising the sails to become a shield; blaming the big dog for his missing arms and broken legs. His forehead was opened again and again like a summer watermelon, but the man who was supposed to be in charge of bandaging him did not stand up The last shift, which caused the wound on his back to still be aching. It may be a little inflamed, or it may be just psychological; blame him for not being able to accompany him to watch the stars, the moon, the waves, talk about life, talk about ideals, talk about three outlooks, talk about the future. It was dawn; blame him for not even watching the sunrise and sunset on the sea with him.

……

Finally, I would like to say thank you to the big dog.

Thank him that although he threatened to throw him into the sea many times, even in the end, the man never let go of the foot that was firmly on the pedal. He knew that he did not lack the money for that piece of wood; In a naval battle, he was asked not to run around or he would not come to rescue him, but when he just ran around to make himself extremely miserable, the man still stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds from the sky, scolded him out of danger, and then pretended I just happened to pass by and saved him; I thanked him for pretending to whip the whip in front of all the crew of the Stormrage and actually released the water. While disgusted, he covered his whole body with the best plaster on the ship as if free of money; thanked him for clearly not A good father, but after he pretended to be paralyzed, he left a lot of things every day without supervision, and crawled around on the carpet pretending to be dead.

……

From now on, if no one despises him anymore.

From then on, if you never hear that sonorous and forceful "garbage" again.

From now on, if no one asks him to leave again.

From then on, if no one can give you a sense of security.

From now on if...

They met by accident.

Ended in an accident.

……

The afterglow of the sun slowly fell silent on the other side of the coastline, and when the last ray of light was swallowed by the sea, night finally fell.At hand is the flame that has been successfully raised, and the flame is dancing. Although it is not as warm as in the cabin enclosed on all sides, it at least brings a little warmth to the outermost layer of skin.

McGarr suddenly felt that this warmth alone was enough for people to survive.

"Hey?"

"Why? - Who has the right to call me in such an arrogant tone for being lazy during the whole process of making a fire? You should be grateful for the fire I made, you bastard!"

"Am I not broken in love?"

"Mao, I'm not your daughter, and Caesar is not my father. It's none of my business if you two fall out of love!"

"Where is that lively, lovely, considerate and gentle Zhizhi?!"

"Dead the moment you swoop off the side of the Stormrage and hit the water like a pancake."

"...We're not done yet, are we?"

"Yes, I'm not done with you."

"Who said that I told you—besides, the two of us can't finish our thinking now, right?" McGarr raised the corner of his eyes, "This island is only that big, and we each occupy an opposite corner. I can smell sneaky farts."

"I, I don't fart in secret!" Zhizhi frowned.

"Let me ask you, do you think Caesar and I can have a happy side story?"

"correct."

"How can I write this happy side story?"

"Chase."

"Where the hell am I chasing after?"

"Wherever he goes, you can follow him."

"and then?"

"Then? Then as long as you are still alive and he is still alive at that time, wouldn't this be a side story of happiness."