As the rubbing brought my muscles back to life, I felt the tingling cold come over me again, and I moved my feet. Weak and emotionless, I asked him, "Can we get out of here?" ”

"Of course, trust me."

"How to leave? The storm may be taking us into the mouth of the harbor, into the Atlantic, and to hell with us. "My voice became vicious, and I did it on purpose.

"Rest assured, it's high tide and the current is leading us to the shore, and it will bring us back to where we started. The rise and fall of the tide is nothing compared to a hurricane. But we are very lucky, you are my lucky heart, my mother-in-law. ”

I nodded in the dark: "How long will it take to get back to the starting point?" "I had a complaining tone, and I felt like the trunks of two big trees, and I was basically peeled off by those ones.

"I don't know, that's just a matter of waiting, you have to show all your courage, cat." At this time, a familiar smile appeared on that Miantang's face again.

That Miantang has always been giggling about everything, not a little serious, even in the face of death, he can still talk and laugh, it is simply chatting with the devil.

I thought: God, I must have the perseverance to move my legs, which are about to lose consciousness, and to drive away the fear in my heart with strong determination. I'm a cat, I've got to survive!

"I don't need courage, I just need to eat something, and when the boat capsizes, why don't you grab your sack of food.

"The bag of food is under the bow of the ship, my dearest cat, your gluttony may have saved us, I have forgotten all about him, I guess it is still there, I will go and get it now."

That Miantang poured wine into my mouth, but it spilled, and the wine ran down my neck.

"Drink a little more."

"Nope."

"Drink."

I choked on a sip, and then coughed, but still put the bottle to my mouth, and I took a big sip, and the heat made my throat hot.

The wine poured a warm current of rejuvenation into the thighs, calves, and feet, and I immediately felt warm all over my body. I started to shake them back and forth, and the blood circulation returned to my severe pain, but I was happy because I was still alive, my whole body and mind were still alive!

Unfortunately, Na Miantang insisted that I could only drink a little, but I knew he was right, but before I returned to the mainland safely, the consequences of drinking all the wine and losing the source of calories would be unimaginable, and I had to be cautious.

"Cat, come, let's sing."

As he sang, I thought to myself that Bai Wei and Song Da would understand him, and that Bai Wei loved to pull him to discuss such stupid things, poetry, books, moonlight, and stars; Song Da also likes to discuss with him about national affairs, what student sports meets, and what wars.

He was not afraid of what I was afraid of, he was not afraid of starvation, he was not afraid of drinking the northwest wind, he was not afraid of being thrown out of the orphanage, but what he was afraid of, I never understood, and I could not imagine, because God, in this cruel world, what is there to be afraid of except being cold and homeless?

Later, in the high-pitched singing, the walls echoed inside, as if our bodies were frozen, but our vitality was desperately reduced, and Na Miantang put his arms around me, hugged me tightly, and let me share his body temperature.

We drank less and less wine and sang all our favorite songs, "How about singing that jasmine?" Na Miantang asked.

"We've sung this song twice, Song Da loves to sing this song the most, I remember you once got drunk and staggered in the street singing this song, screaming like a slaughtered pig." I begged for mercy.

"The opera we sing can definitely be sung on stage, you have to cheer, come, I'll sing something else."

I want to sing, but I don't have the strength to sing anymore. "I forgot" I used this as an excuse to hide my weakness, I was so tired! It would be nice to be able to rest your head on the warm shoulder, and it would be very comfortable to be held in his arms. My head hung down, my head was so groggy that I couldn't stand it anymore.

The Miantang shook me vigorously. "Do you hear me? Cat, I feel that the direction of the water has changed, really, we are far away, getting closer and closer, you must hold on now, Cat Jiujiu! Take out your courage and let me see Raise your head, Mao Jiujiu, this catastrophe is about to pass. ”

"It's so cold......"

His hand grabbed my shoulder tightly, and I felt a little pain, so he stopped, but he was still panting: "Cat ninety-nine!" When you were in Shanghai, I should have beaten you up, people like you are not worth saving. I remember when you fought with others, your eyes were as stiff as iron nails, even if this kind of duel would not arouse enthusiasm in the hearts of men, although it was not a way to deal with men, but it was a way to deal with the sea. ”

"I don't need you to teach me how to do it."

"You still have the six ponies to take care of, don't you care about their lives?"

"I can get rid of them—I hate them—I hate them——。"

He leaned closer. For a moment, my heart fluttered, thinking that he would soon hold me in his arms again. But instead of doing that, he patted me on the shoulder and spoke like a child.

"I know you're tired and tired, that's why you say that. You have on your shoulders a burden that only three men can carry, and they will be under my management in the future, including you. ”

There's only one way you can help me," I said stiltedly, "and that's if you take me out of here and start over with me elsewhere, in search of a new life, and there's nothing left for me to cherish here." ”

"No," he said calmly, "there is nothing but morality and faith." Everything will return to the way it was. Take out your lion-like courage, you have never been afraid to face realization, you have never been so escapist, you coward who only barks at the door! ”

At this time, my voice became rapid: "I'm tired of struggling, and I want to escape—" I said to him, "Na Miantang, you're wrong, I want to run away too, I'm tired of all this." ”

He shrugged his eyebrows in skepticism, but he placed an enthusiastic and eager hand on my shoulder.

"Listen to me," I began to say again, without pause, "I tell you, I'm so sick of everything, I'm really tired of it, and I can't take it anymore." I've been working hard for food and money, stealing, gambling, cheating, and robbing me. ”

The hurried tone of voice almost drained all my strength.

"But you're a coward now."

I glared at him weakly, but I was too weak to even have the strength to get angry. A slight impression slowly made as I lost consciousness, only a hint of anger stirred up in my chest, but it was enough, and I opened my eyes and looked up to meet his faint agitation.

"Take a deep breath," Namian Tang ordered, "we're going to dive." ”

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to cover my nose and mouth, and hugged my slightly struggling body tightly and sank into the water, and the two of them emerged from the outside of the boat near a series of monstrous waves.

"It's almost here, dear cat," said Namito, gasping as he put his arm around my neck and I put my hand on his head. He skilfully swam a wave, using his impact to carry us into the shallows.

It was drizzling in the sky, and the Miantang held my limp body to his chest, curled up to protect me, knelt at the edge of the foaming water, and set off a huge wave far behind me, rolling towards the shore, it suddenly rose high, and then the foaming white head shattered with a thud, and rushed to the shore, and its rolling forward wave hit the back of the Miantang, and roared past the bent body.

When the waves had subsided, Namian stood up tremblingly, hugged me tightly to her chest, and staggered to the shore, his feet and legs had been cut in no less than ten places by shell shards, but he didn't care, she stumbled across the deep, wet sand, came to the gap of a row of huge dunes, climbed up a short distance, walked into a bowl-shaped recess sheltered from the wind, and laid me gently on the soft sand.

He rubbed every part of my body with both hands, trying to bring my cold, pale skin back to life, and kept calling my name. My voice is hoarse.

"Cat Cat - Cat Cat - Cat Ninety-Nine!"

I opened my eyes, his hair scattered over my head and shoulders, his black eyebrows and black eyes like four shocking streaks embedded in my pale, damp face, and the Mian Tang tapped my cheeks gently and eagerly with his fingers.

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't help but let out a cry of victory.

It seemed as if if he was dangling me like this again, my neck would snap and break, my eyes would be covered by my own hair, and I would be dizzy by his behavior. I struggled to break free, staring at him intently, small beads of sweat on his forehead, his hands spasming with pain, and he was looking at me with those keen eyes.

My fingers were half-clenched and I grabbed the sand, hardened by the wind and rain, "It's landed." When he picked me up, he choked up and cried.

That Miantang put an arm under my shoulder and carried me into his hunched arms, he stroked my hair, cheeks, mouth, chin and chin with his other hand: "My life, my heart and liver, I don't want to lose you, I thought I killed you, cat, you finally survived, my dearest everything is gone, it's all over, you're all right, everything is okay." ”