Island Love Song

Kim was out fishing again.Although billkin and pp don't like each other very much, but one sells fish and the other draws pictures, except for some exchanges during meals, they can be regarded as living in peace.

A handsome young man from the city came to the backward fishing village, and such explosive news spread quickly.Every day, there are girls who use the excuse of picking seashells to look boldly and shyly at the young people who are silently painting in the house through the small window of Billkin's house, but they do not know that they have also become a landscape under the brush of PP.

Billkin got up this morning, subconsciously looked at PP's drawing board, and was immediately attracted by the girl in the red skirt who was bending over to pick up shells on the beach.In this fishing village, apart from Lucy, there is no girl who can wear a red dress so beautifully and charmingly.She is like a little rose in full bloom on the beach.

As far as I can remember, friends around me will joke that Billkin and Lucy are a couple, and people also say that the most capable young man should be with the most beautiful girl. Billkin doesn't really understand what love is. A father-son family always puts the topic of love on the shelf, but because of her beauty and recognized good match, Billkin has a natural desire to protect Lucy.

But now, Lucy appeared in PP's painting, which made Billkin feel very angry, and one day he found that the painting appeared in Lucy's hands, and this anger reached its peak.

Why did PP draw Lucy and give this painting to her? PP obviously looked down on their fishermen and farmers.

A 17-year-old boy has no shortage of tricky ideas.He wants PP to know that money doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with them.

So when he got up early to sell fish, he locked the bedroom door and windows.When he came back at noon, the young master would be crying and begging him to open the door. The thought of this made him feel very happy.

But he didn't expect that his friends would invite him to go to the beach, let alone spend the night on the beach, forgetting that there was someone waiting for him in the house.

Humming and carrying the blue bucket full of mussels, he suddenly realized that he had locked PP in the house all day.

When PP woke up and was about to wash up, he found that the bedroom door was locked. He didn't need to think about whose masterpiece it was.But he didn't pay much attention to it, he just kept drawing silently in the room, until he felt thirsty at noon, only to find that the door was still locked.

He yelled, "Billkin, open the door! I'm thirsty."

No one answered him.He knocked hard on the door, but to no avail.

Locked alone in a claustrophobic room for dozens of hours, the loneliness and fear of being abandoned was overwhelming to him.

He called Billkin's name over and over until he collapsed against the wall, curled up and shaking.

Billkin rushed home full of guilt, opened the bedroom door, and saw PP hugging his knees on the bed, with his face buried and his expression unclear.

"Sorry PP, I'm late." Billkin said awkwardly.

PP didn't answer him, didn't even move.

Billkin poked him with his finger, "I said I'm sorry."

Billkin was startled by PP's immobility.He pulled PP's hand away, and cupped his face to see his expression clearly.

PP's face was unbelievably pale, the cold sweat on his forehead soaked his hair, and his lips were also puffy.He stared at Billkin, nothing in those beautiful eyes.

Billkin was terrified by the stare. "I... I'll pour you some hot water."

He handed the hot water to PP, but found that PP's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold the cup at all.So he took the cup and put it on PP's lips, and PP drank a big cup in small sips, like a poor cat.

Billkin was taken aback by his own thoughts, how could he feel that a man who was 1.8 meters tall was like a cat?

Shui Run opened his throat, and PP finally whispered: "Why do you hate me so much?"

The hoarse voice made Billkin feel more guilty, but he still said stiffly: "Who asked you to draw Lucy and give her the picture?"

"Do you like her?" PP asked.

Billkin felt even more guilty about PP's non-blaming, and also felt that this question was weirder than ever. He became annoyed and said, "What are you talking about, it's not."

PP read out the taste of concealment."I don't like girls," he said.

Billkin dropped the glass in a panic and climbed onto his bed.

It was late at night, and Billkin tossed and turned rarely, unable to fall asleep.He thought of PP's weak face, and secretly scolded himself as a careless king.He thought again, what did PP mean when he said he didn't like girls?Did he not like Lucy or did he really not like girls?Can you like guys if you don't like girls?Isn't this ridiculous?

He was thinking wildly, when he suddenly heard a soft sob coming from below, which evolved into shortness of breath and crying along with the broken ravings.

He immediately climbed out of bed, and by the moonlight he saw the tear streaks on PP's face.He could feel PP shaking violently through the quilt.

PP must have been haunted by nightmares because he locked him up himself.

He grasped PP's arm through the quilt and shook it lightly, and gently patted PP's shoulder with the other hand, just like his mother sang a lullaby to him when he was very young.

He found that PP was so thin, and he was afraid that PP's slender arms would be broken if he tried hard.

"PP, wake up!" he whispered in PP's ear.

PP didn't wake up, but his breathing finally became steady under Billkin's comfort.Finally, there was a very light snoring sound.

The faint moonlight fell on PP's face, and Billkin wondered how a boy's eyelashes could grow so long, and the looming smell of coconut milk disturbed his mind.

PP looks better than Lucy, almost like a girl.