Island Love Song

Billkin walked aimlessly through the fishing village for a long time with a bunch of smoked fish, he really didn't know how to deal with PP.What's the point of questioning?It was too late, and he finally broke away from the chaotic youth, and saw the reality before him clearly.

Perhaps for PP, that period of time is nothing at all? Billkin managed to treat that period of time as a long-lasting dream, convincing himself that everything will follow the track of reality after waking up from the dream.But he still couldn't help guessing the purpose of PP's return.

The young master came to the poor corner to experience life again, and after the experience, he patted his ass and left, right?He angrily kicked the pebbles away from his feet.

It was almost past midnight. When Billkin finally dawdled back home, PP was already sleeping on the lower bunk.He climbed onto the bed carefully, not making a sound.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to force himself to sleep, but obviously couldn't.The light, cat-like sound of sound sleep came from the lower berth, which made his heart itchy.

The old wooden bed finally couldn't bear Billkin tossing and turning, and made a "squeak—" protest.

"Billkin?" PP was woken up and asked in a daze.

"……Um."

After a short silence, PP whispered, "I was taken away by force by my father."

"So you haven't been here for two years, not even a single letter." Billkin seemed to notice that his tone was tinged with blame, and turned weary: "It doesn't matter anymore."

PP doesn't want to give everything away.He didn't want Billkin to hate Mr. Lin, so he held back his sadness and said, "I went to England to study finance."

"I said it's not important." Billkin repeated, like a response to PP, and like a warning to himself.

Warn yourself not to repeat the same mistakes again.

Both had a sleepless night.

Billkin thought that PP would leave in a few days, but PP did not, and there was a tendency to stay permanently.The two got along tepidly for a week, and then they arrived at the most important festival of the year in the fishing village——sacrificing to the sea god.

People who rely on the sea to survive gather on the coast on this day, light a bonfire, and take out a cup of local wine, which is very lively.

On this day, the villagers will also write their wishes on a paper lantern, and then exile them to the surface of the sea. If they are not overturned by the waves, it means that the sea god has granted the wish of the owner.

Jin asked Billkin to go to the beach with PP for the holiday, but he quickly fell into a chat with his old friends. PP is not familiar with this festival, so he had to follow Billkin to find the mother-in-law who made paper lanterns to ask for lanterns and make a wish.

"Unfortunately, you are late, and there is only one paper lantern." The mother-in-law looked at the two handsome young men and said with a smile, as if she could see the embarrassment of the two, the mother-in-law continued: "The paper lantern is effective." Le, it can carry the wishes of the two of you."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but stuff the paper lantern into Billkin's hand. Billkin and PP thanked each other, and then walked towards the beach without saying a word.

Billkin wrote "Peace and safety, good harvest" on the paper lantern, and then handed the paper lantern to PP. PP looked at Billkin's childish handwriting and wishes, and burst out laughing.

Billkin knew the words were ugly, so he pretended to snatch them: "If you don't write, give it back!" PP hurriedly protected the paper lamp and said, "Write it, write it."

PP seriously wrote on the paper lantern: I hope Billkin is safe, has a good harvest, and loves me.

Billkin wanted to take a peek, but unexpectedly, PP hid the side with his wish written on his chest as if guarding against him, then bent down, and placed the paper lantern on the sea surface reverently.

Before their eyes, the fragile little lamp floated unsteadily into the sea.The turbulent sea waves suddenly hit, and the paper lantern was suddenly lifted to a high place. It was about to overturn, but it could barely fall back. The candlelight in the lamp flickered softly but tenaciously, like a bright hope.

You see, God has granted my wishes.

Seeing that the paper lamp drifted away unharmed, PP laughed happily, his thick eyelashes cast a small shadow, and the light and shadow painted his outline with soft gold. Billkin couldn't help looking sideways, the boy's eyebrows and eyes were so eye-catching to the extreme, making his unwanted thoughts sprout again at this moment against his will.

After setting off the paper lanterns, the next step is to wear traditional costumes and dance to worship the gods by the campfire.It is said to be a sacrificial dance, but because of its dance form in pairs, its essence has evolved into a kind of "social dance" with a national style as early as year after year.

Lucy came out from nowhere, pulled Billkin who was on the outside into the crowd, and danced happily with his shoulders to the music, like a little butterfly dancing.

"Billkin, don't get me wrong, I'm looking for you because I really don't have a partner!" Lucy said loudly while spinning into Billkin's ear.

Billkin never had anything to do with Lucy, so he said, "I see."

As a child who grew up by the sea, he is very familiar with the ritual dance, so Billkin moved to the rhythm as well as he could.

PP drank a few glasses of wine stuffed by an enthusiastic villager, and his mind was already a little confused.After a moment of daze, he realized that Billkin who was supposed to be by his side had disappeared. He was hesitating whether to go to Billkin or go home first, when a young man with freckles was pushed forward by his companions.

"I...can I dance with you?" The freckled youth scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

PP's voice became softer under the influence of alcohol, he tilted his head and said, "But I won't."

The young man with freckles was hit by PP's slightly drunk appearance, and he hurriedly said as if he wanted to express himself in front of his sweetheart: "It's okay! I can teach you!"

PP then gave him his hand in a daze, and let the freckled youth pull him into the crowd. PP has attended all kinds of banquets since he was a child, and he knows ballroom dancing at his fingertips, so learning to dance is easy for him.

The sacrificial dance here is different from any dance he has ever learned, it is so free and passionate, but PP quickly mastered the essentials and danced with the freckled youth.The friends of the young man with freckles stood aside and booed, whistling and shouting: "A match made in heaven!"

Billkin was ecstatically dancing when he was attracted by the commotion on the side.He glanced at it casually at first, and then he was fixed by something and couldn't move his eyes away.

PP danced happily among the crowd, the flickering flames reflected on his face, reflecting a light blush, adding a kind of extravagant beauty to him for no reason.

He seemed drunk, and the rough dance made him dance delicately and softly.

And his dance partner—a freckled man who came from nowhere, smiled brightly, danced to the music, and held PP's hand to correct his movements from time to time.

A nameless fire seemed to burst out of his chest, making his heart ache. Billkin took a deep breath and forced himself to continue dancing, but seeing the freckled man put his hand on PP's waist, the evil fire surged up and blew away the strings of reason.

He strode through the crowd, ignoring Lucy's shouts behind him, and forcibly pulled PP away from the freckled youth.

"Let go! You hurt him!" The freckled youth yelled at the uninvited guest.

"None of your business." Billkin cast a sideways glance at the freckled young man, then dragged the slightly struggling PP and walked quickly outside the crowd.

crazy. Billkin thought.

Billkin pulled PP into the bedroom, trapping him in a corner.

"Who do you dance like this with? Huh?" His blue veins twitched on his forehead, indicating that his master was in a bad mood.

PP tilted his head limply, just staring innocently at Billkin with those beautiful drunken eyes, then stretched out his hand, and lightly tapped Billkin's brow bone with his pink fingertips, as if trying to identify who was in the eyes.

He suddenly smiled sweetly: "No, just dance with you, dance with Billkin."

"Then why do you want to dance with me?" Billkin leaned forward, approached PP and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Because..." PP blinked his wet eyes. "I will not tell you!"

PP is like a wine-stained poppy, the whole person is filled with an attractive sweetness.The soft and waxy voice is like a siren song, hooking the puppy who hides his thoughts and baring his fangs.

Billkin forgot all the secular ethics of restraint and selflessness and kissed him madly.

Different from the youthful kiss at the pier, full of some kind of paranoia and sex, Billkin rubbed his longing lips heavily, and then pried open PP's white teeth, the intoxicating fragrance of wine came from the intersecting lips and teeth Spreading out, Billkin seemed to want to put all the resentment and longing of the past two years into PP's mouth.

The witness this time is Xingyue outside the window, witnessing a long kiss of a teenager in a secret and dim cabin.

Tonight, Billkin no longer wants to weigh right and wrong, nor is he afraid of God's accountability.

He just wanted to kiss him and whisper in his ear: You know, I've done this countless times in my dreams.