Island Love Song

Billkin has never left the sea that raised him. This peninsula bordering the Indian Ocean is his whole world.

Whenever his father goes out to sea, he likes to sit on the rocks by the sea and wait for the mast of his family's fishing boat to slowly rise from the sea level at dusk, while his father stands on the boat full of fish, as if returning in triumph God of War.

Like his ancestors who lived here, Billkin knew that men were born to conquer the ocean.He is still dissatisfied, not yet old enough to go to sea, but he can see his future at a glance, he will inherit the small fishing boat, go to the depths of the Indian Ocean to fight the most violent waves, and he will marry a woman with dark skin like him The girl will give birth to several children and spend her life relying on the benevolent gift of the sea.

There are never many variables in the life of a child born here.

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Mr. Lin hates the feeling that his plans are disrupted.So when his youngest son PP refused to go to the University of Finance and insisted on learning painting, he was so angry that he smashed his favorite antique vase on the desk.The father and son stalemate for two months, and Mr. Lin gave PP an ultimatum: "Either you go to study finance, or go away and calm down."

PP glared at his furious father without admitting defeat.So Mr. Lin gritted his teeth and threw PP to a small fishing village under the Lin Group, which was a project to be developed, and asked the secretary to arrange him in a fishing farmer's house.

The boy who was as stubborn as a calf boarded the flight with his drawing board on his back and never looked back.

After landing on the island, the old fisherman named Jin led PP to a small house hung with a row of smoked fish, and said somewhat cautiously, "Master, this is where we live."

The smell of sea fish made PP feel uncomfortable, but he still said, "You can just call me PP."

Good-looking and well-bred young men always win favor.The old fisherman said happily: "I have a son, he is about the same age as you, maybe you can become friends." As he said, he led PP to a cramped bedroom. The wooden double bed looked old. The upper berth obviously had traces of life, while the lower berth was tidy.

"My son slept on the upper bunk. The lower bunk was vacated after his brother went out to work. This is the only empty bed in our house." The old fisherman scratched his head, slightly embarrassed.

"Ah, it's okay." PP said perfunctorily, he has never shared a room with anyone, and he still has some resistance to his future "roommate".Fortunately, the window of this room faces the sea, which is a good place to draw pictures.He thanked Kim and set up an easel in front of the window.It is so beautiful here, flocks of seagulls flutter their wings in the sky, and the sun sparkles brilliantly on the sea.He desperately wanted to record them with a paintbrush.

When Billkin came home from selling fish, he saw a pair of white sneakers juxtaposed next to a row of plastic boots.He took off his rubber shoes and walked to the bedroom, where the teenagers around his age sat quietly and drew pictures. Billkin keenly read the atmosphere that didn't belong here - the children in the fishing village would not wear such elegant white T-shirts, and the equatorial sun would not allow them to have such translucent white skin.

He looked at the boy An Ran was drawing, and remembered that Jin had told him last week that a boy from the city would come to stay at their house for a few months.Kim and Billkin had a big fight over this because Kim insisted on going out fishing in the hot sun to entertain the boy.Last week was really not a good time for fishing. You must know that once you go out to sea, you will have to float on the sea for several days. The high temperature for a long time can easily cause dehydration and fainting, and the risk is several times higher than usual.

Jin finally said: "He is the son of the big boss in the city, we can't neglect him." He moved the fishing gear to the boat. Billkin looked angrily at his father's hunched back. He still didn't understand what qualifications an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy had to let his father willingly endure a little more hardship and danger, so he secretly had a crush on this boy named PP. Inexplicable hostility.

When Jin came out of the kitchen with the cooked sea fish, what he saw was Billkin glaring at PP outside the door, while PP was concentrating on painting.

"Kin, it's time to wash your hands and eat. PP, dinner is ready." Jin shouted hastily.

PP answered and put down the paintbrush, turned around and saw a boy with slightly dark skin looking at him, his eyes were very much like the angry dog ​​at home.The unfriendly aura exuded by the young man made him a little confused, but the excellent upbringing forced him to extend his hand with a smile on his face: "Hi, you are Billkin, right? I am PP."

"Hello." Billkin replied bluntly. He was not used to such a gentle way of greeting, but he still stretched out his hand and squeezed the thin white hand, and then let go immediately.

The warm and cool touch on his hands made his skin feel hot.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was also very strange.The fishermen and farmers of the previous generation were simple and unspoken, and Jin could only express his kindness by constantly picking up vegetables.In fact, PP doesn't like fish very much, and he can't accept the dishes served by strangers, but he can't always refuse Jin's kindness, so he let the fish in the bowl pile up into a hill, and just ate silently on the table. Baji's side dishes.

Billkin saw PP's refusal in his eyes, and he thought of Jin floating in the big waves that devoured people in that small broken boat, with a breath of stale air stuck in his chest, which made his eyes a little red. "Dad, why do you keep picking up vegetables for him? Does he have no hands?"

The dull man was overwhelmed by Billkin's reaction, and PP raised his head momentarily in embarrassment.

PP said: "It's okay Uncle, I'll do it myself." Jin glared at his ignorant son, but fortunately, the meal with a weird atmosphere was coming to an end, and PP, the new guest, insisted on washing the dishes.

Jin pulled Billkin aside and taught him a lesson: "What's the matter with you? Hurry up and help PP wash the dishes, and then apologize to him."

Billkin moved reluctantly to the kitchen just in time to see PP emptying the bowl of fish into the trash.The young man's self-esteem that had not yet been cultivated suddenly throbbed in his heart. He swallowed the question that was about to be blurted out with difficulty, walked silently to the side of PP, and took the bowl in his hand without hesitation.

"My dad isn't here, he's gone into the back room." Billkin said nonchalantly.

"What do you mean?" PP asked puzzled.

Billkin: "I mean you don't have to pretend. I know you hate it here. You brought your own bowls and chopsticks and dumped all my dad's food."

"So what?" PP has cleanliness, which is a very normal thing in his cognition. No one has ever told him that it is wrong to do so, so he feels that Billkin has inexplicable writing all over his body.

And this interrogative sentence was obviously interpreted by Billkin as a provocation.He didn't speak any more, just washed all the dishes and left the kitchen.

Billkin had a dream that night.He dreamed that he was untiing a stinky fish in a fishing net in embarrassment, and PP was standing in the attic looking down at him with a disgusted expression.He turned and left, leaving a piece of white clothes in his vision.

Billkin woke up panting to the very soft sound of sleep from the lower bunk.He had never found a person's snoring so annoying.