"You're having nightmares again, darling." Chen Wei said, hugged Yesenia, and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

Yesenia hugged Chen Wei and began to cry.

Chen Wei understood why Yesenia was crying. Just yesterday, he had already received an order from the command that the "Indomitable" would join the fleet of the expedition to Egypt and go to attack Alexandria.

"James...... Don't leave me...... "Jesenia cried and hugged him tightly, as if he would disappear in front of her as soon as she let go, "What will I do if you leave?" ……”

Thinking of how his mother Sara would react once she knew about her relationship with her, Ren Chen Weitian was not afraid, and he also felt a trace of sorrow at this time.

"Don't worry, Jesenia, I won't leave you!" Chen Wei stroked her shoulder and comforted her, "As soon as this war is over, I will come back to you!" Then we will be together forever and never be separated again! ”

"But the dream just now...... It's really bad......" Yesenia raised her tear-stained face, Chen Wei took out a handkerchief and gently wiped it for him.

"Fool...... I'm going to fight with the Indomitable! The Indomitable will not sink! Chen Wei smiled and said softly, "No monster can defeat the 'Indomitable'!" ”

Chen Wei said, his gaze turned to the direction where the harbor fleet was anchored, and even though it was night, he could still recognize his beloved battleship at a glance.

Yesenia stared at Chen Wei, his eyes were as calm and confident as usual, looking at his handsome face, Yesenia's heart gradually settled down.

Chen Wei's heart is like a deep bronze furnace, able to swallow all the grievances and despair that cannot be dissolved.

"Don't worry! Yesenia! I'll definitely be back! When I had done my job, I told my mother about us, and she would not refuse the request of an honorable Royal Navy officer! Chen Wei looked at the tall and majestic "Unyielding". It seems that from the battleship received strength, firmly said to the beloved.

"I'm waiting for you, you must come back!" Yesenia pressed her face against Chen Wei's chest, listened to his powerful heartbeat, and whispered.

At this time the lovers will not know that their love. What twists and turns will you experience.

A month later, Egypt, Alexandria, on the outskirts.

It's an ordinary morning, Egyptian fisherman Muhammadi? Ramadan sneakily paced to the river to see his nets.

Along the way, he felt very sad and angry, which is a kind of relationship mixed with self-pity and self-pity at the wrong time, like two snakes fighting each other, and it is difficult to separate. Uncle Hassan said it in his early years. Once upon a time they could fish, and they caught it with dignity and ate it openly. Nowadays, it is sneaky to pull the net, as if it is some shady deed. And, most saddestly, Ramadan is the most ingenious man in the village of Ajm. He was very fond of fish, so he weaved a web with seven eyes interlocking. The teeth of the perch are torn at the thinnest of nets, and the treacherous puffer fish cannot escape his cage; It is said that only his net can catch the treacherous and delicious puffer fish in the whole village. Of course, that's it.

When he came to the river, there were no floats disguised by dead leaves on the water, and he was overjoyed that all seven floats were sunk in the water, and there must be a big guy in the net. Didn't you really catch a big tilapia with fatty meat? Trembling with anticipation, he walked to the water's edge step by step, took a deep breath of cold air, and a comforting calm spread among his limbs, he had already thought about it. The head of the fish was given to Uncle Hassan, the most tender and beautiful fins were left for his sister, the bones and teeth were also left for her as decorations (although he did not dare to wear them), and the large pieces of fish meat were given to his brother.

At this time the sun came out, and the water of the Nile glowed with red scales, flashing and flashing, shaking his eyes. He felt like a saint clothed in the glow, stepping on holy water, grabbing the end of the net and dragging it up inch by inch.

But the net is not a fish, but a person.

To be exact, a yellow man, an adult man. Ramadan was disappointed, to be exact, very disappointed; If a woman is fished up, he may be able to partially make up for the emotional trauma, but that guy is a man, and he is not dead. At this moment, in the light of light, in the flick of a finger or in a flash, Ramadan's heart experienced a repeated and difficult ideological struggle - what to do? The easiest choice is to throw this guy back into the river, let the true god Narra, and let the sacred Nile water decide his fate, what a pious and dignified choice! And he noticed that this man was a heroic man, and if he brought it home, it would be a trouble, and from then on, the eighth most beautiful man in Ajem Village would have to move awkwardly backwards and run into the number nine, which was the number he hated the most. Besides, if you save this guy, at least you will have to keep it at home recently, but what about Bing Qingyujie's sister? Wouldn't it be a big deal if she fell in love with this drowned ghost? It seemed reasonable that he would have to push this man down the river. The Most Powerful God said, "All things are the will of Jara." It seems that when this man meets him, he can only consider himself unlucky.

Ramadan grabbed the man's wet collar and dragged him into the river. This guy was wearing a Bedu Indian robe, and he was dipped in water, and it was true that he had not learned well when he was dying, and Ramadan was even more determined to eliminate harm for the people, and resolutely stepped into the water, preferring to let his delicate skin endure the filthy river water, but also to push this thing away, so as not to harm people again. As he was tugging, his hand was a little stronger, and the man's collar was pulled open with a clatter, and a pendant in his neck flipped out of the water—it was a golden pendant, in the shape of a running lion—a lion? Why lions? Ramadan didn't know, but the word instantly pierced the barrier of his consciousness for no reason. But one thing he can be sure of is that this pendant is very valuable. Ramadan was a man who had seen the world, and he was not only a frequent visitor to Alexandria, but he also saw Cairo from afar, though the ignorant villagers did not believe it. He knew that the pendant was made of gold, and that it was not something that could be found casually. Gold is all the ornaments of the nobles, as if different families in each city-state are not the same, he is not familiar with these ways, only Uncle Hassan in the village knows these rules of going around, no wonder he has so many wrinkles on his face.

The sun seems to have risen higher. Ramadan decided to rejudge his decision.

This is a rich man, most likely a nobleman, and this is definitely a remarkable find in the village of Ajm. Of course, his vision is not limited to shaking his majesty in the village, he wants to seize this opportunity to change his destiny.

Just do what you say. Ramadan pulled the chain from the man's neck, grabbed him by the collar, and snorted back. The water was roaring, and he thought, "If my sister can marry him, then it will be good." ”

Mornings came late in the village of Ajm, a village of confusion. More than forty years ago, the Great War was in full swing, and the reckless forest was burned by those Europeans for hundreds of miles, when the fire was at its greatest. All spread to the other side of the Nile. The village of Ajem is not far from the east of the river, and for a while, people are panicked, and they almost have to move overnight. Fortunately, the fire came and went quickly; At the same time, the villagers were arguing and could not move out for a day or two, so when the fire subsided, the Egyptians and the British ceased their troops, and the village calmed down again. It's just that none of the seven or eight young people who joined the army came back. It is not known if it was dead, or where it was stationed. A few more years later, the Turks fought, and another fierce battle was fought, and it is said that for three days and three nights, the corpses of the Egyptians and Turks blocked the Nile. The river was covered with blood and rushed into their village. It smelled of watery and fat, and the next year the flowers bloomed brilliantly on both sides of the Nile. Uncle Hassan said that it was the soul of a dead warrior who did not ascend to heaven and bloomed on the flowers, so that no one dared to pick them.

Over the years, the village has been vacillating between the relocation, and the army often passes by outside the village, and the elderly woman will always pull the soldier's sleeve to ask about her son's whereabouts, but never get a comforting answer. Ramadan doesn't care so much, he has his own craft, fishing, jewelry, repairing sundries, and can eat anywhere. It's a pity that the younger brothers and sisters are not angry, one is crazy, the other is crazy, and the eldest brother has to be worried every day.

After a lot of hardship, Ramadan finally carried the wet guy to the door of his house, rubbing the gold pendant in his hand from time to time along the way, giving himself a reason to keep going. His home was in the west of the village, and his younger brother Jhar was sitting on a high roof, looking at him solemnly and not saying a word.

Jhahar, 12 years old, is developing almost normally. He was born never to cry, and was as quiet as a glass of water. At his mother's funeral when he was four years old, he said the first thing in his life: No one lives forever. Then another four years, on the night of my father's disappearance, he said the second thing: "The past will never be seen again." From then on, he began to speak, one sentence a day, and the content was never repeated, sometimes simple, sometimes subtle. The people in the village regarded him as a madman, and occasionally some people thought he was psychic, and some people in the village had asked him for divination, but he either didn't open his mouth, or said something incomprehensible, and in the long run, the people who came to him were also extinct.

Ramadan used all his strength to suck and dragged his heavy body into the house.

Seeing that victory was about to be achieved, a phrase came from the top of his head, "The gifts of the true God will be taken back in the name of the true God." ”

Ramadan's nose was so sour that he almost burst into tears. You know, he hadn't heard his brother speak for more than a month - no one knew what time of day Jehar would choose to speak, so hearing him speak was a rare thing. He decided that when he had money in the future, he hired someone to guard his younger brother, write down every word he said, organize it into a book, put one at the bedside, put one in the toilet, and read it often.

Uncle Hassan is indeed a very knowledgeable man, but unfortunately too fragile. When he saw the pendant, he saw its origin at a glance, and then his face turned pale, his tongue was knotted, and he almost fainted. Ramadan was also frightened, and dared to unscrew the snuffbox, pour out a full handful of snuff, and blow it at Uncle Hassan's old face. The old man sneezed seven or eight times in a row, and finally relieved himself; He wept silently, "God, this day has finally come." Ramadan was confused, but he also knew that the person he saved was not small, and his heart was excited. He grabbed Uncle Hassan's arm, "Uncle Hassan, you mean, who is he?" ”

Uncle Hassan refused to answer, but stood up tremblingly and ran straight to the door, "Quick, come, I'm going to see him." ”

The old man has something big in his heart, his steps are like flying, if it weren't for his age and lack of energy, I'm afraid he would have run away a long time ago. Ramadan hurriedly followed, worried and excited.

Uncle Hassan saw the man on the floor. Then he threw himself forward, and said something to the effect that he was asking for forgiveness or something. Ramadan didn't know why, but felt his heart pounding, almost breaking through his chest and bursting out of his body.

At this point, Uncle Hassan stumbled to his feet again. Ran to the door and looked around sneakily, closed the door randomly, and closed the gate. Ramadan had never seen the old man so nervous, and he thought to himself that the man might be a rich man, or a great nobleman, in short, a great person. He regretted it a little, he should have searched that person carefully just now, and there might be a very good discovery. Now that Uncle Hassan has taken over, there is not much of a chance.

Uncle Hassan carefully examined the man's breathing and pulse, his face heavy. He took Ramadan to his side and commanded, "Go to my house, bring the medicine chest in the third drawer of the closet, and go and come back quickly." ”

Ramadan glanced at the man on the ground, turned and went out the door, to the door. Uncle Hassan did not forget to advise: "Don't leak this today." ”

Mirala sat on a tall branch. Watching his brother Ramadan pass under his feet, he looked flustered and acted obscenely. She was a little sad, and wondered how a mother could give birth to such a different child. For example, she will always hold her beautiful neck high whenever and wherever she is, while her brother is like a thief who has never changed his ways. It's always been a probe to probe the brain, looking around. Although everyone knows that there are no thieves in the village of Ajm, at least not for a hundred years, but the word thief. This adjective, after more than sixty years of silence and oblivion, awakened in the elder brother. That's what he is.

She stood up and stood in the slender treetops, the morning sun shining brightly on her face, a little dazzling. She closed her eyes, stretched out her arms, took a deep breath of fresh air, and jumped headlong. At this moment, she heard the sound of the wind, smelled the fragrance of leaves, felt the comfort of all four limbs, and thud, and fell firmly to the ground, with a mouth full of mud.

Ramadan heard a whistling in his ears, and his heart trembled, and he almost fell to his knees. When I turned around, I saw my sister lying face down on the ground, anger and pity surged into my heart at the same time, and I couldn't help but curse secretly, "This crazy woman is here again." He walked over and crouched beside his sister and poked her in the head, his black hair mixed with straw sticks and fallen leaves, "Hey, are you alright?" ”

The girl on the ground did not look up, but stretched out her right hand and made a short and powerful gesture, meaning that it is okay, you are busy with yours. Ramadan shook his head, stood up, and walked away on his own. Hearing his footsteps walking away, Milara raised her head calmly, the grass stubble fell, she looked at the direction her brother walked away, sighed faintly, and felt nostalgic for her life experience, how could there be such a ruthless brother in the world, leaving behind her miserable and poor sister, without saying a word, she was a bastard.

As Ramadan walked down the road, he shivered for no reason, knowing that someone was scolding him, most of them were his sister. He looked up at the blue sky among the treetops and sighed. This month, I have bumped into five or six times, and even the most considerate brother is numb.

Milara was hungry and decided to go home and look for something to eat.

The stairs of the cabin creaked, and Miralla walked lightly on them, her room was on the second floor to the west, but the food was only available in the living room. Jahar was still sitting on the roof, looking down at the earth with empty eyes, not knowing if there was a sister in the image in his mind. Milara greeted him happily, expecting no answer—the last time I heard him answer, it seemed like it had been last spring, no, it was summer, and she was already wearing her skirt.

Standing in front of the living room door, Milara was a little surprised. My brother has already gone out, and Jehar is still on the roof, but the door is locked, is there someone inside? The person who secretly ordered the fishing net only left the day before yesterday, could it be that someone came to play jewelry? But what is the purpose of locking the door? Milara knocked on the door, knocked again, and there was no response! She was angry, hey, this is her house. If it was a shrew from another family, she might have scolded her. But Mirala won't, how could the smartest and most beautiful girl in Ajm Village be so ungraceful? She grabbed the rattan that was swinging around in the doorway, jumped slightly, her body flipped lightly in the air, and the next moment, she was already hanging from the side window of the room.

Who is it, even the curtains are drawn tightly, and the windows are naturally locked. Milara swore to enter the door and stomp on the man's head. She pulled out a crooked knife from her little black boots, a gift from her brother when she was fourteen. In exchange for this ivory-handled scimitar, the elder brother braided a month's worth of fishing nets and made seven pieces of fine armor. You know, my brother only makes ten pieces of fine nails a year, and selling one piece is enough for them to eat for a month. Milara put the blade of her knife into the fourth compartment on the left side of the window, and with a slight lift, the bolt on the window jumped aside—it is an unbreakable truth that thieves are hard to guard. One night three years ago, she rummaged through the cupboards and couldn't find anything to eat, and when she was distressed, she found the bright eyes of her brother Jahar in the corner. The nine-year-old brother looked at her motionless and said, "Sister, sleep." That night, she took her brother in her arms and fell asleep under the table in the living room. (To be continued.) )

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