The Black Sea, boundless, with gusting winds, is empty, and for thousands of years, not even a sailing ship has been seen.

Hundreds of millions of years ago, a teenager in a carefree and uncultivated virgin land decided to step out of this place where he was born and raised. I made a boat, with the answer of my heart, and embarked on a journey alone, 30 million years have passed, and the lonely soul wanders in the boundless.......

"Bang la-" With the convulsion of the wind, the sound of the sea breeze stirring the inky sea water was quietly heard, and after a while, I don't know how long later, a floating corpse floated in the distance, on its back, half floating on the sea, the whole body*, still its sea water was sinking and floating, the "corpse" had not decayed, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, the slender sword eyebrows frowned, and after a while, the "corpse" opened his eyes, and the depths of his eyes were confused, with despair, and despair was the hope that would never give in, and slowly closed his eyes again. In the distance, a red sun slowly rises, sets, rises, and sets.......

"Brother, wake up! I'll give you something good! Come, drink saliva!"

A glass of wine that was only the size of a thumb was slowly passed into Jian Zhen's mouth, and at the same time, a cool and sweet stream of water swept through Jian Zhen's throat.

The wine glass is a plastic toy wine glass, and the capacity is not enough for a small sip.

"What kind of water is this? It's so sweet?" Jian Zhen opened his eyes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, the air was always filled with the smell of pine needles and ancient trees, the old mahogany bed, mosquito nets, and the table in front of the bed. The room was not big, a bed, a table, a chair, nothing else.

Holding the protruding edge of the old mahogany bed with both hands, accompanied by a creaking sound, Jian Zhen sat up, his feet dangled on the side of the bed, and the protruding edge of the bed under his buttocks made Jian Zhen very uncomfortable, and glanced at Jian Ai on the side, Jian Zhen's consciousness slowly regained consciousness.

"Is this a stream!?" said Jane Eyre.

"What, vomit!" Jian Zhen thought of the upstream lady washing the toilet.

"Why don't you go and get water from the spring?"

"It's too far!"

"You really can!" After Jian Zhen finished speaking, he walked out of the side room, outside the side room is the rice room, and you can see a cylinder with clear artesian water dripping inside, and there is a scoop in the tank, and the large gourd is broken and half made of the scoop. There are some miscellaneous items piled up on the side. There is an urn, half a person high, the urn is covered by a wooden board, and there is a kettle on it, but the water in the kettle has a strange taste, and it is extremely unaccustomed to drinking.

Jian Zhen walked out, the twilight was croughed, like a fairyland, whether it was the green mountains in the distance, or the deep green mountains in the deep Jian Zhen. The fresh air did not wake Jian Zhen up, but became more sleepy, and the sleepiness peculiar to summer once again swept Jian Zhen. Pacing to the bluestone slab outside the door, slowly lying up, the cold bluestone slab is Jian Zhen's favorite, uneven, warm in winter and cool in summer bluestone slab is Jian Zhen's favorite. I can't help but hug this "lover" deeply with both hands, and let the other party's cold warmth take away my fiery body temperature. I couldn't help but stick out my teeth and rub them slowly, making a rustling sound......