On the third day of the first lunar month, in the evening, the weather was sunny and cloudless, and the temperature was 28 °C.

The beach park is set up in a natural harbor, the coast is out of the tide, the craggy reef is exposed to the sea, sparkling in the sun, the water next to the reef is very shallow, small fish, shrimp and crabs are rampant, it is really a good day to catch the sea.

A middle-aged man leaned against a slightly higher white marble fence and looked at the calm blue sea in the distance, his restless thoughts drifting in no way. The sky is blue, the wind is warm, and even those who have a lot of troubles will feel relaxed and happy.

The park is crowded, most of them are parents leading their children out to play, the Spring Festival has just begun, and visiting relatives has just ended, this should be the first family entertainment. These carefree children are very excited, some are shoveling sand and building castles on the beach, some are carrying nets, small buckets, wading through the sea to fish and catch crabs, and some are simply sitting on the beach, enjoying the rare twilight time like middle-aged men.

The sea is wide and the fish jumps, the sky is high and the birds fly, he thought of this sentence for no reason.

It would be nice to be able to come to the beach every quiet evening to relax and watch the children play and play. It's a pity that such times are rare, he has more important things to do, there is still a long way to go, and there are invisible dangers and haze lurking outside this idyllic beach.

Jin Guangying, his expression was unusually peaceful, but he sighed silently in his heart.

The heart moved with his mind, and he subconsciously raised his eyes to look-

On the surface of the sea, there were a few sailboats, fishing boats, and a pure white one farther away, probably a yacht, and these boats were almost immobile, perhaps drifting, perhaps fishing, but there was no human figure in sight.

"Wow", a sea eagle rowed into his eyes, sometimes hovering in the air, sometimes skimming on the water, sometimes gliding above the reef;

The kite flyer was a young woman, skillful, standing barefoot on the reef, playfully releasing the string and reeling it, and the sea eagle changed her posture in a light and wonderful manner with the rhythm of the silk thread in her hand.

He remembered that this was a popular sport nowadays, and it seemed that this woman should be regarded as a master.

He was in a trance, when suddenly, the sea eagle in the sky seemed to be out of control, and fell straight down—

The middle-aged man's eyes jumped again, and the kite had already landed on the sea quickly, and it happened to land next to a seven or eight-year-old girl.

The little girl's eyes flashed, and she was really startled by the sudden arrival of an eagle, and she ran out a few steps in horror, probably tripped over the reef in the shadows, and her white little legs fell into the water, and she scrambled in pain, and her hands fluttered in the shallow water.

She stared at the sea eagle with a frightened gaze, with a little tear in her eyes, but fortunately the sea eagle was slowly moving away, and the eagle keeper was reeling in the line. The young woman apparently didn't notice the panicked little girl in the distance, recovering the falling kite herself, and wondering why she missed, could it be that there was turbulence in the air?

The middle-aged man witnessed all this at the right time, he smiled slightly, turned around and walked down the steps from the fence, and walked slowly to the beach, and the little girl also got ashore with difficulty, walking in the direction of the middle-aged man.

There were two blood marks on her knees and calves, the blood had been diluted by the sea, and it was only a light red, but she held back and didn't cry.

"What a strong little girl!" the middle-aged man exclaimed.

He found a slightly towering pile of sand and sat down, and the little girl sat down by herself, observing the wounds on her legs, trying to wipe the blood, but she did not know how to deal with the wounds, and finally could only hold her knees and look into the distance aggrievedly, letting the sea breeze dry.

The two sat not far away, and the middle-aged man looked at the little girl carefully.

Although he is only eight or nine years old, he is slender and tall, wearing a very cute pink swimsuit, and his skin is fair, not like a child who often plays at the beach. Obviously, she went to the beach to play in the water alone, otherwise, she would not be alone here after being injured, and she would definitely go to her mother.

The little girl also seemed to notice the middle-aged man's inadvertent gaze, but she only pouted and didn't have much vigilance. Cozy's eyes were full of concern and warmth, which made her feel reassured, and her eyes turned red again, and she continued to look down at her wounds.

Suddenly-

A white paper airplane fell from the sky, swaying, dangling and falling from a high place, hey, it happened to fall into the hands of the little girl.

She was slightly stunned, and turned her head to look around in surprise, on the white marble fence behind her, a little boy of the same age was squeezing his eyebrows at her, it seemed that this paper airplane did not fall into her hands for no reason.

Naughty!

She played with the paper airplane in her hand, and there were four crooked words on the wings, exactly two on one side: Beware - bad guy.

The little girl squinted and smiled, the corners of her eyes elongated a lot.

Seeing that she was not alert, the little boy whispered something to his mother, picked up his toy gun from the ground, and walked down the steps in a hurry.

The little girl's eyes widened instantly, not understanding what the little boy meant.

The little boy's eyes rolled around, and he secretly pointed his gun at the middle-aged man not far away, indicating that she was a dangerous person.

"Ah......h

The middle-aged man's ears were very sharp, he really couldn't help this amusement, and said with a slight smile: "This little friend, how do you know that I am a bad person, do I have words written on my face?"

As if he hadn't heard, the little boy continued to whisper to the little girl: "Mom told me that the middle-aged uncle is very dangerous, let's go quickly, otherwise it will be too late." ”

The little girl shook her head softly, not speaking, let alone moving.

The little boy was young and reached out to pull the little girl's arm without hesitation, and the little girl quickly broke free, and she retorted: "This uncle is not a bad person...... Don't talk nonsense. ”

"Isn't he a bad guy, is he your father?" asked the little boy innocently.

The middle-aged man laughed dumbly again, he simply stood up, walked towards the two children, and then sat down next to them, the little boy subconsciously dodged back, and then stared at him with suspicious eyes, but the little girl did not react much, but laughed.

The middle-aged man squatted down and said to the little girl first, "Little girl, how do you know that I am not a bad person?"

The two children were obviously stunned, this person is so strange?

"This plane is beautiful, can you show me?" the middle-aged man pointed to the paper airplane in the little girl's hand.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then carefully handed it to him.

The middle-aged man carefully looked at the plane in his hand, the paper was delicate and soft, thin as cicada wings, and the delicate cutting and folding, showing that the owner of the paper airplane was very attentive, which should be from the handwriting of the little boy's mother, and the handiwork of eight or nine-year-old children could not reach this level.

However, today's children have a lot of delicate and fancy toys, and it is very rare to play with paper airplanes.

While the middle-aged man was in a trance, the little boy secretly leaned into the little girl's ear and whispered: "My mother said that there are more bad people among the disabled, and you can see that his left leg is limping......"

The little girl didn't say anything, and her breathing became a little heavy, and she was probably a little apprehensive.

"Well, where is your mother?" she said.

The boy pointed in a certain direction, and a smiling woman waved at the boy from the fence.

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, and she was completely relieved.

"That's nothing to be afraid of. ”

The middle-aged man seemed to say to himself: "This mother is really well-intentioned and has summed up a lot of absolutely correct life principles." There was a subtle hint of bitterness in his tone.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the little girl: "However, there are many bad people in this world, and there are also many good people, do you want to hear me tell the story of good people?"

Without hesitation, the little boy blurted out: "I don't want to hear it, it must be a lie." ”

"I want to hear it. The little girl said unexpectedly, her eyes were full of expectation, and her face showed a perseverance that was not commensurate with her age, "Is it the story of Journey to ......the West?"

The middle-aged man looked relieved, but he shook his head: "No, no, I'll tell you the story of Beiting......"

The little girl's face suddenly showed a strange look, and her eyes like black jewels were also shining, it seemed that she had heard of the special name of Beiting.

The little boy said with a confused face: "It's so boring, what is Beiting? Is it a person?"

"Uh......" The middle-aged man thought seriously, "Beiting, it's like your paper airplane with words, and it's a lot of paper airplanes, flying and flying in the storm......"

His childlike heart was raised, and he waved his hand to throw the paper airplane out, although against the sea breeze, he still held up this small body with full strength and struggled to move forward. The paper airplane took a strange and tortuous route in the air, high and low, left and right, and finally landed in the rippling seawater, which soaked the fuselage, but for a while and a half, the paper plane did not sink, but just stopped to rest.

The little boy's face was still full of doubt, but the little girl's eyes became more and more misty.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man picked up a slender white coral casually, used it as a paintbrush, first drew a small pavilion on the beach, and then after a little thought, he drew nine villains with different expressions next to the pavilion in turn, some of these people were holding weapons, and some were doing strange movements.

The little girl fluttered her long eyelashes, her eyes were full of curiosity and longing, and she murmured, "This story must be interesting......

"It's so funny, it's like a fantasy. The middle-aged man smiled, he raised his hand and looked at his watch, "I'm rarely free today, and I'm in a good mood, let's just talk about the most fun things in Beiting." It's a long, long story, do you have the patience to listen to me tell it slowly?......"

"Uh-huh, okay. The little girl said happily, "I could come and listen to your stories every day." ”

"Every day?...... Don't you have to go to school?"

"I was sick and the doctor said I needed to recuperate, so my mom came to school and took me a month off. The little girl pursed her lips slightly, and then said quietly, "Actually, I don't want to go to school a little, it's a secret." ”

"Tired of school?...... Ahem, a wonderful childhood, a few days less school is not in the way. Since there is fate, let me teach you something useful. ”

The middle-aged man thought to himself, and soon spoke: "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Daewoo, I am an ordinary detective, you can call me Uncle Daewoo...... A long, long time ago, Uncle Daewoo met a magical nine-tailed fox, and at that time my uncle didn't know it, the nine-tailed fox was actually nine big villains, so let's start our story here......"

The little girl stared intently at the living detective, as if she had forgotten the pain in her leg.

"Hey, the nine-tailed fox?" the little boy was also completely guarded, replaced by his nature, he stared at the big curious eyes, his thoughts followed the middle-aged man's lips, and unconsciously, slowly stepped into another strange new world.

For children, the world of detectives is the world of fairy tales.

"Brush ...... The tide of "...... brushing with minimal force hits the fine sand on the shore, and the intimate contact day after day makes the water and sand blend into one, and no one can do without the other.

It's high tide!

Yes, the tide is rising!

The eagle has once again risen into the air and spread its wings and fly!