Spring always comes first by the sea, and it's only early February that the fishermen have already changed into thin shirts.

The tall, lanky man walked into the village with boots and a basket, and he was the first person in the village to wear a shirt.

Walking into the village with the catch, several familiar children stopped playing and scrambled towards the man.

They surrounded the men, screaming incessantly.

"Uncle Vegeta, Uncle Vegeta!"

A woman who was doing laundry hurriedly stopped.

"Kartis, what are you doing!"

Putting down the fish basket, the man said kindly.

"It's okay, Mrs. Emmanuelle, I have a good harvest today."

With that, he took a crab out of the basket and handed it to the boy named Katis.

"Little Katis, it's yours."

Katis happily picked up the coconut crab, which was bigger than his head.

But as before, the dangerous thing of pliers has long been tied up by men.

Watching as Katis got a crab, the other two little boys craned their heads and looked into the basket.

The man lifted them aside, then handed them a starfish and a shell.

"Celjo, Lester, it's yours."

The boy with the shell clearly felt aggrieved, and seeing his displeasure, the man whispered.

"Lester, look what's inside the shell."

Snorting, Lester pried open the corner of the shell and poured out the sand at the edges, and he saw rough pearls under the flesh.

"It's a pearl!"

Holding the shell aloft, Lester ran away quickly, Celcho and Katis following him closely, muttering in their mouths.

"Show us too."

The laughing child soon walked away, and the man picked up the basket and continued on.

She smiled apologetically as she passed the washerwoman.

"Mr. Caron, I'm causing you trouble again."

Shaking the fish basket, Caron smiled heartily.

"Madam, I said that the harvest is very good every day, and the happy thing is to share it with everyone."

“......”

Emmanuelle's face stopped talking.

The man had been in the village for a week, and he quickly integrated into the small village, but kept a subtle distance from everyone.

This is a man with a story, otherwise he would not have settled in such a place alone.

"Is the wound on your hand healing?"

Emmanuelle showed a concerned expression, "My husband is coming back, I'll ask him to find some medicine for you." ”

"Thank you so much, Lady Emmanuelle."

Caron thanked him sincerely and quickly left.

His house is located on the highest and most edge of the village, and the hill behind the house is covered with sea mangoes, beautiful white flowers hanging from the branches, and the children around him know that this is a poisonous plant.

The man went into the house, which was left over from before the death of an old man who lived alone, and everyone thought that the house was unlucky, so the village chief even confiscated the man's rent.

Soon there will be another elderly man who lives alone......

That's what everyone thinks.

Bolting the door tightly, Caron flipped out of the back of the house, clinging to a sea mango tree and sliding silently into the woods.

Falling to the ground, he looked around warily, then flicked the thin thread tied to the roots of the tree, and the fishermen occasionally went into the woods to pick medicine, but not often.

The thin line is still there, indicating that no one has ever entered the woods.

Crossing several thin lines, Cuarón made his way through the dense woods, the wound on his arm that he had never repaired.

He began to hear the sound of the waves, a cliff near the sea.

The sea mango trees on the edge of the cliffs have been uprooted, and the thick strips of paper have been turned into doors, tables and bed boards.

Pushing open the small door by the sea, there was a low cry from inside.

"Mr. Caron, I'm changing!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Angelyl."

Cuarón stepped back quickly, waiting by the door.

The setting sun passed through the trees, leaving many straight black shadows, and the branches swayed and rustled in the sea breeze.

After a moment, Angelyl whispered.

"Changed."

Caron knocked politely on the door, only to push it in.

The house was small, so small that there were only two beds, and Angelyl sat on one of them.

The dress was awkwardly placed on her, and there was even a large piece of soft flesh on her chest.

Noticing Cuarón's gaze, Angelyl lowered her head with a look of shame.

"Miss Angelil, you're doing a great job."

Cuaron whispered comfort, then meticulously pulled Angelyl's dress on.

After all, for a girl with only one leg, changing clothes is indeed a difficult thing.

Sorting out her clothes, Cuarón asked in a low voice.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Angelyl shook her head.

"It's been settled in the afternoon."

Cuarón nodded, and walked briskly over to Oreo's bed.

Because his soul was too weak, Oreo had been in a coma since he returned, lying quietly under the covers, the black gospel floating above his head.

Angelil chuckled.

"Fish."

Caron quickly stood up, took the basket of fish, and poured all the lively fry into the Black Gospel.

The fry were swallowed up by the Black Gospel, and then turned into a ray of black light that flowed into Oreo's eyebrows.

Angelyl asked with concern.

"How long will it take him to wake up?"

"It's almost there,"

The manservant replied honestly, "We'll have to work harder." ”

"Ugh."

Angelyl sighed inaudibly, she could help Caron catch some beasts during the day, but at night she was a waste.

As the sun sets over the sea, the temperature in the forest quickly drops.

Picking up Angelelle, Cuaron put her into the wooden chair of the idiosyncrasies, and then walked out of the small building with the wooden chair in his arms.

Tucking the urinal under Angely's stool, Caron finally explained.

"Miss Angelil, now is a good time for stargazing, call me immediately if there is danger."

"Hmm."

Angelyl nodded slightly, watching Cuarón leap into the ocean, then raised her head to stare at the starry sky within reach.

She breathed as the soft clouds rose and fell, the starlight looming between her brows.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that Angelyl withdrew her gaze, and she blinked her eyes several times, but there were still stars in her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes with her mutilated arm and peed comfortably.

Mr. Cuarón hadn't returned, so she tilted her head and stared not far away.

There was a skeleton there, a bandit who had strayed here a day earlier.

She didn't intend to kill him, but he was a bad guy, so Angelyl reluctantly gave him a ride and sincerely wished him a new life on Soul Island.

Thinking about it, the sound of a thin rope suddenly came from a distance, and Angelyl pricked up her ears to hear clear footsteps coming from under the hills not far away.

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