After my grandfather had healed from his wounds, I set out to summon the palanquin.

At this time, rain and snow fell in the air, washing away and burying the traces of the scene.

As the sedan driver arrived quickly, I helped my grandfather to get into the sedan chair first.

Although his injuries have healed, his body is still weak.

After my grandfather sat down on the sedan chair, I jumped on the sedan chair again.

The palanquin drivers immediately moved forward and carried my grandfather and me straight back to the town.

I straightened my shoulders in the sedan chair so that my grandfather could rely on him at any time, and my grandfather closed his eyes and sighed softly, telling me that he would inevitably have a grudge against people when he went south and north.

The appearance of the little monk awakened many of his dusty memories.

The past was already a thing of the past, and he didn't want to mention it more.

The little monk is considered to be the aftermath left by him cutting the grass and not eradicating the roots.

Through Luo, he learned that the little monk had appeared in the illusion of Rouge Gully, and that I was abnormal in the reckless forest and the alarm bell rang in his heart.

He didn't know what was going on between the little monk and me, and suspected that the little monk had a plan to approach me, and he didn't want his past to harm me.

However, the little monk seemed to have forgotten him, and he later learned from me that the little monk was the one who broke into the illusion and forced the paper man to end the illusion early.

He lamented that these were the creations of the little monk, and decided not to kill the little monk.

It's just that the little monk actually pestered me again in the follow-up, which made him think that the little monk was pretending to forget that it was a bad intention, and even the so-called just saving me was just a pre-arranged trap.

He can't risk me.

He can accept that the little monk will directly ask him to fight to the death, and he can't accept that the little monk dares to use me.

The little monk must not stay.

He killed the little monk.

When he woke up again, he didn't see the body of the little monk at the scene, it should be that the body of the little monk had rolled down the mountain.

I am self-disciplined, hardworking, intelligent, and know how to advance and retreat.

But I was defenseless against the little monk, an outsider who had not had much contact, which made him unspeakably disappointed, and he couldn't help but be angry with me.

"Girl, grandpa apologized to you for being too harsh at that time. Grandpa coughed a few times when he said this, and blood overflowed from the corners of his lips.

He was pale and feeble, leaning on my shoulder and not opening his eyes.

"You don't have to apologize. The strong should be looked up to and feared. I hurriedly raised my sleeve to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, and I couldn't tell what I felt in my heart.

"Is the girl blaming grandpa for killing the little monk?" the grandpa asked.

"Nope. Don't think about it. I give the answer, and then mention that Lowe has died in the subject's house.

"It's a pity. "Grandpa didn't ask anything about Luo's death.

My grandfather and I didn't say anything about it, and the palanquin driver carried us to the vicinity of the town and evacuated.

I helped my grandfather back to the store, placed him on the third floor, and moved him to the fourth floor myself.

The pink-decorated blingbling house on the second floor was still empty, and that was the environment that Luo and I had agreed to let Grandpa live in.

When I left the third floor, my grandfather had already begun to heal his internal injuries, and when I got to the fourth floor, I curled up on the bed after washing, not thinking about it, and continued to be in a daze.

I kept my eyes open until dawn and started to get up, packed breakfast and bought some ingredients on the street.

When I returned to the shop, my grandfather had already gone down to the first floor, and his complexion had returned to his original complexion.

During the meal, my grandfather mentioned that he wanted me to live at sea.

As for his arrangement, I did not ask the reason and did not refuse.

He then told me that we should have enough money to accumulate during this time.

He suspected that Chidan might also be buried deep in the sea, and if I could live at sea and pay more attention to whether there was anything unusual in the sea, I would be able to do both with him.

He's in charge of the shore and I'm in charge of the sea, which will speed up our ability to find Chidan.

I nodded silently, and he smiled helplessly.

The sun shone on his face, and his wrinkles became more and more obvious, and he was as white as snow.

Before he knew it, he was much older than he had been ten years ago.

The helplessness in his eyes made me worry.

"Grandpa, Luo died at my hands. I just haven't been able to recover from my self-blame. You don't have to think about what you don't have. "I gave an explanation in a timely manner.

"Is that really just the reason?" Grandpa looked sideways.

"Really. If it is fake, it will be replaced. I smiled lightly.

"That's good. Grandpa breathed a sigh of relief and urged me to eat more.

During the meal, I mentioned the old hairpin and asked my grandfather why he didn't choose the same way to concoct the old hairpin's life.

Grandpa told me that the hairpin's method of prolonging life only applies to women, and he doesn't like to live with other people's bodies.

"When the girl mentioned her, did she think it would be difficult for grandpa to find Chidan?" grandpa pretended to be angry when he said this, put down his chopsticks and hugged his arms and began to go on a hunger strike.

"How could it be? We're going to find it with a two-pronged approach. I picked up the chopsticks and stuffed them back into his hand, reminding him that I had only coaxed him once.

He immediately borrowed the slope to continue eating, blowing his beard and glaring at me, complaining that I was a white-eyed wolf, and he was not even willing to coax him one more time.

We spent most of the rest of the day shopping, and he took me to buy a lot of clothes and daily necessities and ingredients to fill three large suitcases.

I didn't know the people on the street, and I didn't see the storyteller on the street.

After dark, I summoned the palanquin driver to take me and my grandfather and my luggage to the shallow bay by the sea, and the paper man who looked after the shop for me continued to stay in the town to look after the shop for me.

The palanquin bearers are all shady corpses, and once they go to the sea, they can only move in the sea, and after they arrived in the shallow bay, they stopped far away before I gave the order.

This shallow bay is the shallow bay that my grandfather brought me to ten years ago.

After my grandfather and I got off the sedan chair, he took me along the boardwalk to a water shed built on the shore.

The wooden plank road has been badly decayed, and it squeaks and creaks as soon as you step on it.

The water shed is made of bamboo and wood, and the walls and roof are woven with reeds.

After many years, there are still Tan people who live on boats and make a living from fishing, and there are no less than 20 simple water sheds on both sides of our water shed.

Most of the sheds were filled with sleeping people.

After my grandfather and I put our suitcases in our water shed, my grandfather took me to see which boats docked on the shore belonged to us.

When I finished recognizing the ship, it was time for my grandfather to leave.

When my grandfather asked me before leaving, if I needed him to leave a paper figure to take care of my daily life, I refused without thinking.

Grandpa was not reluctant or emotional about my refusal, and then he told me to pay attention to safety, so that I could rest early without sending him.

The smell of rot was overflowing from the shed, and I stood by the boat and watched him leave in a sedan chair, then loaded his luggage onto the boat and sailed into the shallow bay overnight.

There were also boats docked side by side in the shallow bay, so I found a random place to moor the boat and practiced my internal skills in the cabin until dawn.

As the day dawned, the Tan family in the shallow bay got up one after another.

The rear compartment of the Tanjia ship is slightly higher, and it is used for cooking and placing miscellaneous items to worship the gods.

I walked out of the cabin to the stern of the boat to light a fire to cook and fill my stomach, and then sat on the bow of the boat to watch and learn the standard holding posture of the Tan family.

The Tan family made a living from fishing, and they also carried passengers and goods in boats on a daily basis.

Most of the people who hold the boat are the women of the Tan family.

They are basically dressed in hats and black shirts and black pants, the younger ones are shorter and narrower, and the older ones are slightly wider, and the trousers are generally slightly down to the knees and slightly wider.

They are barefoot on the boat and wear a pair of simple geta when they come ashore.

When they shake the oars with both hands, they first step forward, lean forward slightly, tighten their waists, and paddle the oars with their legs, waist, shoulders, and arms together, and the boat glides forward for several meters.

Then, taking advantage of the glide of the boat, he took two steps back, pressed, pulled, and lifted his hands backwards, and the two oars on the left and right sides of the hull were gently raised like the wings of a bird, making a graceful arc and gently slicing into the water.

So he went forward and paddled again.

The movements were repeated and accurate, and the ship kept moving forward.

Not long after I watched and studied, I also learned to leave the shallow bay and go straight into the deep sea, first following the location of the isolated island in my memory to find the isolated island.

There are precious memories of me and my grandfather on the isolated island, and I hope to revisit the old place to be able to completely expel it, since the death of the little monk after Luo's death, I have continued to linger in my heart, and I can't explain the unspeakable emotions.

It's just that when I get there, there's no island in that location.

The vast sea surface is sparkling, and the sound of the waves is low and graceful, as if it has passed through thousands of years.

At the end of my gaze is the boundary between the sky and the sea.

Did I remember the wrong place?

Or, did the island sink to the bottom of the sea?

I stopped the boat and looked around, and then my eyes fell on the sea on the side of the boat, and I decided to wait until it was dark until I could see the surroundings more clearly in my lonely eyes.

An island is born from the sea, and when it is underwater, it is called a reef, and when it is exposed to the water, it is called an island.

So, the islands all have roots.

The bottom of the island in the sea is connected to the bottom of the sea, and it will not float away casually.

Once I had made up my mind, I sat on the deck and closed my sour eyes and listened to the wind.

A warm liquid spilled from the corner of my eye at this time, and I raised my hand to wipe it, wiping off a blush.

Am I crying blood?

I was so sad.

Is my sadness for Luo or for the little monk?

Is the little monk really dead?

I then lay on my back on the deck, closed my eyes again, tried to let all thoughts go, and let the ship drift away with the current.

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