The feeling of rebirth is hard to restrain

The vast sky is clear and bright, and the white clouds in the distance seem to extend endlessly. The sea level connects to one side of the sky and reflects each other. There are also many seagulls hovering in the sea, making loud and clear calls in the sky.

This is the sea city of Salvador, a big city surrounded by the sea on three sides.

Andy held the drawing board, Hughes helped him carry the paintbrush, and climbed up the embankment hard.

It is said that it was repaired more than 100 years ago. At that time, the city was always invaded by waves, so some people suggested building a dam to block the sea water.

Gradually more than 100 years have passed, the coastline has changed, and a small beach has become under the embankment. The sea water can no longer pose a threat to the city, but the embankment from a hundred years ago still sticks to its duties and guards the city diligently. .

Andy put down the drawing board and stretched a lot.

He put his hands to his mouth and yelled into the waves, "Hey—how are you—"

Hughes sat on the embankment without image, panting: "Sir, isn't it good for us to draw at home? The second floor also looks like you can see the sea."

"How about watching at home and here? If you feel tired, go back first." Andy said.

"If you don't like you, Mr. Williams will definitely kill me." Because Andy seldom cares about him, Hughes is more casual in front of Andy. He flattened directly on the embankment and raised his legs: " But it’s good to sleep like this…”

"Nonsense, my brother doesn't know how to hit people." Andy sat down cross-legged, with a smile on his face: "The air here is so special, and the wind is also very comfortable!"

"Sir, don't you want to draw? I'll sleep here for a while, call me when you finish drawing..." Hughes said in a daze.

"You slacker." Andy was angry and funny, picked up a paintbrush and threw it over: "Didn't you mean to help me mix the paint?"

"You don't like it anyway..." Hughes turned and closed his eyes to sleep.

The embankment is about as wide as a person. After setting up the drawing board, Andy began to take out the paint, thinking about what to paint and how to compose it...

"Are you painting? Are you a poet?" Suddenly a messy head poked out from the other side of the embankment, staring at Andy curiously.

"Nonsense, that's not what poets look like. Mr. Canti has always been a mess, but he insists that he is a poet." Another mind also popped up to refute his words.

The person who spoke was obviously a girl, and her voice was still a little childish. Although her hair was messy, two braids could still be vaguely seen.

"Why didn't I see you just now?" Andy asked curiously, and walked a few steps forward to the edge of the embankment.

I saw two children standing on tiptoes on the boulder, barely poking their heads out. The other children were around the boulder, and when they saw Andy looking at them, they all dispersed.

"I come here to pick up Beibei and Yuyu every day, but I haven't seen you before." The little girl asked incomprehensibly.

"Are you a poet? Are you a poet? The clothes on your body look smooth, can I touch them? My hands are very clean, look!" The little boy stretched out his hand, eager to try.

His hands were full of tiny scratches, there was still some fine sand in his nails, and his hands were full of calluses.

Andy froze for a moment, he didn't expect the child's hands to be so rough instead of tender.

"Go away, your hands are dirty." The little girl scolded him, "You don't even like taking a bath!"

"Nonsense! I... I love taking a bath the most!" The little boy straightened his neck: "You are the one, I see you, you squat down to pee!"

"You are sick! Look at me peeing!" The little girl cried loudly, "Mom said no one can see me peeing, or I will die! You killed me!"

"..." Andy scratched his head.

He has always been pampered. Although he said he lived in a civilian area, he was well protected by brother William, and it was not easy to get close to other civilians...

He tried to stretch out the paintbrush: "Don't cry, let me give you this, okay..."

"But...but...but I'm going to die..." The little girl was still wiping tears.

"No, you see that you are fine now..." Andy picked her up, sat on the embankment and coaxed her: "Look at the weather is so good, don't cry..."

"Sir!" Hughes was woken up. When he saw Andy hugging a strange and dirty girl, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He was afraid that Master Williams would repair himself severely if he found out. pause.

"Shhh, go get me the other paints." Andy made a quiet gesture.

The girl was carried up, and a place was vacant on the boulder, and another boy climbed up and said loudly: "I know, you are a nobleman!"

"Liar! The nobleman is not that good!" The girl retorted immediately, holding the paintbrush tightly, and said angrily, "Brother is a painter!"

"But he looks like a lord, oh no, better looking than a lord," said the little boy, sniffling and sucking the snot back.

"I'm not a nobleman, I'm just an ordinary little painter." Andy smiled slightly: "Have you been playing here all the time?"

"We're not playing, we're picking up shells." The little boy spread his hands, holding a shell.He opened the shell familiarly with his thin hands, and proudly showed Andy: "There will be meat inside, and sometimes there are round beads, which can be sold for money!"

The so-called relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, and Haicheng, which is close to the sea, naturally and abundantly utilize the surrounding resources.

It’s just that there are still very few ships that can sail at this time, most of them are used to take people to another continent, and bring back some rare things by the way, so although Haicheng is not developed, it is not like the small towns along the way so broken.

"Oh!" Andy poked his head curiously, "Can you show me?"

He has lived in the inland since he was a child. Although he has eaten seafood, he has not had many opportunities and has never seen live shellfish.

"Here!" said the boy generously.

Andy took the shell to study, and sighed: "This shell is so beautiful, the power of nature is amazing, even a small shell has special patterns."

The little boy wrinkled his nose: "You speak so strangely, I can't understand!"

"I mean your shells are beautiful." Andy said with a smile.

"This one is the best. It's meaty and big." The little boy sucked his saliva while talking, "But there are very few of them. I'm the best. I picked one up." He puffed out his chest and said proudly .

Hughes stared dumbfounded at his young master's transformation from a white and flawless young man to his clothes stained with unknown dirt and sand, his hands were also covered with fine sand, and there was even a black palm print on his face. The little girl got it on.

He almost passed out holding his heart, the young master has become so dirty, how can he explain to Master Williams...

Andy was very happy. He was a kind boy who got along well with children. He didn't put on airs and knew a lot. Soon all the children gathered around him, fascinated by what he said in a moving voice. in the story.

Andy played with them all morning, when a boy suddenly yelled, "It's over, we didn't pick up shells today, we're out of dinner!"

"Yes, yes! Now the sun is so big, it's hard to pick it up." Another person echoed.

They don't know what tide is. They only know that they can pick up more shells in the morning, and the sea will rise after noon, and there will be no shells to pick at that time.

"Then what should I do? I'll pick it up with you." Andy rolled up his clothes, took off his shoes, climbed down the embankment before Hughes could react, and said with a smile: "One more person ~ also pick up a little more. "

"Hughes, come down, let's pick it up together." Andy waved to Hughes.

"...First...sir...your clothes..." Hughes stammered, the white shirt was already dirty, so he would be finished if he went back like this!

Andy understood what he was worried about, and said disapprovingly, "I've made an agreement with my brother, he won't scold you."

Hughes let go of most of his hanging heart, and then carefully climbed down the embankment, saying in embarrassment: "Sir, I haven't picked it up..."

"Me neither, but these little heroes will teach us, won't they?" Andy said, turning his head.

All the children said in high spirits, "Yes! We will teach you!"

Hughes grimaced.

Andy followed the group of children, as if he had become a child himself. They talked and laughed together, played together, and picked up shells together. The children taught Andy how to find shells, and Andy taught them the various expressions of color, like sea blue Color, sky blue, etc., holding a paintbrush, teaching them how to paint, and taking out their own lunch, sharing it with them, and asking Hughes to buy some if there is not enough.

Hughes stood aside, picking up shells absent-mindedly, all his attention was on his young master.

He suddenly felt that it probably didn't matter to Master Andy whether he had a title or not.

He is so kind, so pure, his eyes are as clear as the sky, he probably doesn't care about things outside of him...

Hughes felt that he and Master Williams were a perfect match, one innocent and gentle, the other cold and tough...

"Hughes, I picked up a lot of shells. Let's cook them tonight, shall we?" Andy's cheeks were flushed, looking forward to it.

"...Mr. Williams probably won't be willing to..."

"Huh, brother will definitely eat it!" Andy raised his chin: "I picked it up!"

But dirty!Hughes thought aggrievedly.

"Where does Big Brother live? Can we go and play with you?" several people chirped.

Andy thought for a while, and said distressedly: "But I don't know the address... Otherwise, I will come to the beach to draw pictures, so you can come here and find me?"

"Yes, yes!" all the children cheered.

Hughes' face was stiff...

The author has something to say:

The heart is still very childlike Andy and...Williams who looks very young but is actually very old XDD Williams is completely old and young...

William: You are really unfriendly to me, the protagonist, really...

Andy: *(^___^)* Andy is forever young!