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Time flies, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, in a blink of an eye, many days have passed.

No one remembers how long it was, but the green trees that grew on the edge of the sea cliffs all year round became more and more yellow, announcing the turn of the seasons.

In the early morning of this day, a high-pitched bird's cry swept across the sky, like a balloon suddenly bursting, ending the sleepy silence.

Slightly, Zheng Fei opened his sleepy eyes, took a nap, and was so reluctant to wake up from his sleep.

Raising his eyes, he looked out the window and saw the morning sun rising from the distant horizon, and the water and sky met, leaving a brief eternity.

Autumn was the cool season, and it seemed a little cold after a night, so he put on his long-lost coat, lean and handsome, and looked at the bronze mirror a few times, and hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.

Breakfast was pan-fried cod, milk, and two slices of fluffy and tasty bread.

After a quick meal, he stepped onto the only English thoroughbred, called Santiago and the others, and went around the place.

Sitting in the saddle, they came to the beach with a smile and a smile.

The sea is blue, not as high as the sky, but it is more vast and mysterious. Situated on the coast is a huge complex of buildings - shipyards.

Over the past few months, thanks to the concerted efforts of thousands of craftsmen, the shipyard has begun to take shape.

This is the largest shipyard in our time, and it is only a matter of time before a giant ship like the Christine can be copied and a strategic fleet or something.

Looking at the magnificent scene under his feet, Zheng Fei smiled happily, and then heard Santiago next to him ask.

"Captain, when are we going to leave again?"

"Do you want to go? I see you're enjoying your life now. ”

"No, I stopped to realize the meaning of walking, I never knew what would happen the next day, my life is full of possibilities, I am always full of passion, and there are always more exciting things waiting for me. And now, my idle bones hurt. ”

Surprise flashed in Zheng Fei's eyes.

Zheng Fei tilted his head, stared at Santiago's slightly depressed face, paused for a moment, and said with a smile: "You have changed." ”

After the same pause, Santiago said seriously, "I became what I wanted to be." ”

Zheng Fei nodded silently, happy for him.

Only, he heard a question.

"Have you changed, Captain?"

Santiago stared at him, his eyes revealing a little deep meaning, as if he was sorry and nostalgic.

He was stunned, habitually took off the flask at his waist, and handed it to his lips but found that he didn't want to drink it.

He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he didn't.

With a hesitant expression, he fixed his gaze on the group of seagulls hovering in the air, his eyes were focused, and he sighed softly.

"I don't know. ”

He said.

"You're running away. ”

Santiago doesn't give up.

"Yes. ”

"You're a lot less passionate than you used to be. ”

"Yes. ”

"You've become unhappy. ”

"Yes. ”

"Why?"

"I said, I don't know. ”

There was no annoyance or impatience in Zheng Fei's tone, only a faint helplessness.

Without moving, he stared at the seagull in the air that rose in the wind, envying its unfettered freedom.

Once upon a time, sailing was his dream, and in this dream he continued to grow and reap a lot of joy.

But gradually, he discovered the difference between dreams and reality, dreams have no end in sight, and a journey without an end may be full of freshness at first, but as time passes, how can people look forward to it?

He needs a goal, a hope, and he needs to see the end of the dream, the value of the dream.

He struggled to regain his happiness, a wish that was simple and pure, but as far away as the horizon.

So, he wanted to smoke a cigarette.

Santiago seemed to sense his helplessness, sat down on the edge of the sea cliff, picked a leaf in his palm and rubbed it, leaned it to the tip of his nose, and smelled the bitter and fresh smell.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but you must be thinking about a lot of things. ”

"Hmm. ”

Zheng Fei was still staring at the seagull, even though it had turned into a small black dot in the sky.

"Anyway, I'm sure you'll slowly come back in. ”

Santiago patted him on the shoulder, smiling and trusting.

"Really?" he smiled bitterly.

"Of course, don't forget that you're our captain, and you're different from everyone else. ”

Santiago's sincere words, as if in this cold and bleak autumn, injected a warm current into Zheng Fei's thin heart.

Zheng Fei smiled again, this time it was different from before, full of gratitude.

At this time, he suddenly discovered that this guy in Santiago has a really long arm span, and he can still touch his shoulders when he sits on the ground, coupled with his height of more than two meters and explosive body, he must be a good hand at playing basketball.

Thinking of this, he was inexplicably happy.

There is never a lack of joy in life, only a lack of eyes and a heart to find happiness.

He unscrewed the lid of the flask, and sipped leisurely against the red morning sun in the east.

The light of longing to chase dreams finally reappeared in his eyes.

"So Captain, when are we going to leave again?"

Santiago touched his proud beard, but forgot that he had rubbed the leaves before, and grinned with a mouth full of bitter syrup.

Zheng Fei glanced down at him and smiled lightly.

"Now. ”

Firm and focused.

"Ah, so fast?"

Zheng Fei stepped onto the saddle and threw him a back.

"I'm leaving, are you coming?"

At this moment, under the morning sun, on this wide American coast, in the blowing of the sea breeze, he is in high spirits.

"You want to leave me. ”

Santiago did not hesitate for a moment and resolutely chased after him.

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