ACT238: The Long Way

After the first seven days, the hustle and bustle of the island calmed down, and the Song wine team reached an agreement with the ruling Zhao'an team, but a series of remaining problems were resolved, and they finally embarked on the journey again.

On a sunny morning, the coast was crowded with people, and the islanders led by Qian Wanguo spontaneously came here to see them off, and the newly formed militia team carried the guns left behind to guard both sides of the coast, and the men and women on duty assisted them in carrying the materials needed for the journey onto the yacht, chaotic and orderly, and the voices of the people were silent.

Fang Fei stood on the side of the ship, staring at the islanders who had been with each other for three years, and his heart was surging with irrepressible reluctance.

The mangrove forest swayed in the wind, as if it was waving goodbye, and the stilted building was hidden behind the leaves, and it was faint enough to see the whole picture; The chalet and the lush saddle vine line across most of the living quarters and connect to the large kitchen; In the distance, the mountains and forests are still abundant, reflecting the blue sky and deep sea, like a picture scroll.

Cao Zheng boarded the cockpit, looked at the place of eternal rest, and sounded the whistle with his hand.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~"

The sea breeze ripples in circles, the bow flag is inspired by the wind, the clothes on the deck are flying, the hunting is sounding, the stern is stirring up the current and waves, the fixed cables are dismantled, the propellers slowly rotate, pushing the yacht, and gradually distancing itself from the shore. Song Jiu squinted his eyes slightly, watching the coast gradually turn into a line, and the crowd on the shore also disappeared from view, completely blending into the background of the sea and sky.

"Let's go back." Song Jiu said softly.

"Hmm." Fang Fei nodded, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and turned around and walked to the cabin.

The weather is good, calm and calm, suitable for going out to sea, suitable for long trips.

The deck seems a little deserted, the former lively stern is only him today, passing by the stacked safety rope, Song Jiu picked up a mahjong tile in the corner, the card is face down, there are dry water marks around it, and the pearl on the back of the emerald green card is covered with dust.

Song Jiu stood in place for a while, his fingertips gently rubbed the card, and he silently recited "South Wind" in his heart.

Song Jiu smiled dumbly, put the mahjong tiles in his pocket, and moved his steps to the bow of the boat.

The roof of the second-floor cockpit was lifted during the last storm, and Cao Zheng and Dai Wei worked hard for a few days, tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall, patching up the seams, patching together, and building a simple shed fence on the "ruins".

Cao Zheng steered the rudder steadily, Dai Wei stood beside him, holding a telescope to observe the sea, and the surveyor and Yang Xiaomeng sat at the round table, pointing at the charts and whispering to each other; Luo Yu and Lu Qian stood at the bow of the boat, and the two girls were lying on the side of the boat, looking at the sea under their feet, whispering a few words from time to time, and the corners of their mouths floated with a knowing smile, peaceful and pleasant.

Without disturbing the leisure time between the two girls, Song Jiu went down the central staircase to the cabin, the lounge was filled with a familiar and unfamiliar aroma, and the sound equipment was placed in place.

Most of the crew members are here, sitting or standing in groups of three or five, some talking in a low voice, some in a daze, holding the few delicate glasses left in the wine room, and the subtle warmth ripples inside.

Song Jiu sniffed, walked into the hall, Chef Niangjia was busy behind the bar, and when she turned around and saw Song Jiu coming, the corners of her mouth blurred and smiled, and beckoned to him.

"It smells so good." Song Jiu rubbed his hands, a cup of drink in each person's hand, and said strangely: "Coffee? ”

"Hmm." Chef Niangjia smiled and nodded, picked up the square cup from under the table and handed it to him: "Try it." ”

Song Jiu took the cup, sniffed it under his nose, and said in surprise: "Where did it come from?" ”

"The captain's personal treasure." Cook Niangjia opened her mouth in one direction and said in a low voice: "Maybe I want to have a good relationship with you, so I took the initiative to take it." ”

Song wine blew on the edge of the hot cup, took a sip, and praised: "It's good, it's the same taste as Nestle!" ”

Chef Jia laughed when she heard this, shook the large bottle in her hand, and said happily: "This is not instant coffee." ”

"Anyway, it tastes like a drink." Song Jiu's old face turned red, and he hurriedly changed the topic: "What about Old Wu?" ”

"It should be in the cabin, he said that he would be on duty at night, and he would go to make up for sleep at this time." Chef Niangjia shrugged her shoulders, her long hair fell down her shoulders and cheeks, her eyebrows and eyes were shallow, her smile was faint, and the sound of the piano in her ears was surrounded by the aroma of coffee, and all kinds of customs were quietly revealed.

Song Jiu was stunned, he was a little stupid, and he recalled the scene of the first meeting with the chef Niangjia, the cold and domineering royal sister in a chef's suit; The tranquil and leisurely, high mountain and long riverbank.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Cook Niangjia looked up, but saw him wandering there with coffee, waved her hand and shook it in front of his eyes, and said with a sneer: "Don't drink it, go to the cabin and sleep for a while." ”

"No, it's fine." Song Jiu was excited, came back to his senses, and smiled.

"Ninety-nine, how long will the ship go?" The acne girl suddenly appeared, holding a cup in her hand, but there was clear water inside.

"What's wrong?" Song Jiu turned his head and saw that her face was a little pale, so he touched her forehead and frowned, "Sick?" ”

"No, I'm still a little seasick." The acne girl sat down on the bar, took a sip of water, took a long breath, and said, "I vomited for a day and a night last time, and I thought it could be cured." ”

"Go to the deck and blow the air, don't stay in the cabin all the time." Song Jiu had also been seasick before, vomited a few times, and was slipped on the deck a few times by Devila, and now he is basically able to adapt to the bumps in the hull.

"Then who's going to take care of Megumi?" The acne girl gave him a blank look and said with annoyance: "Megumi is sick, and she didn't feel well two days ago." ”

Song Jiu was stunned, he had been busy dealing with Xiaozhuang and them in those days, and he didn't know about Huihui's situation, so he hurriedly asked, "Is it serious?" ”

"It's okay, maybe it's cold." The acne girl was also in the first batch of medical reserve queues around the island, at first she ran errands with Dr. Yu, and then followed Dr. Zhong most of the time, and now she is barely half a barefoot doctor, as long as there is medicine, minor illnesses and small colds can basically be handled.

"I'll take a look, now you are our medical resource, hurry up and sober up, don't fall." Song Jiu dragged her onto the deck, helped her to the side of the ship and handed it to Luo Yu and Lu Qian, and then turned back to the cabin and ran quickly to Huihui's bedroom.

The interior of the yacht is luxurious, but it is not a passenger ship after all, there are not many accommodation cabins, and the damage in the storm makes it impossible for all the crew to meet the needs of the cabins that can be used normally, so they have to make do with the mixed accommodation. Hui Hui lives in a room with Acne Sister and Chef Niangjia, Song Jiu is worried that Acne Girl is not skilled enough in business, don't be sick and don't look good, and then put herself and Chef Niangjia into it.

The cabin door was hidden, Song Jiu pushed the door in, but he was stunned when he saw the scene in the cabin.

Barbie was sitting on the edge of the bed, feeding Huihui with a glass of water, and there was a medical box left by Dr. Zhong on the table, the medicines in it were turned into a mess, and when they saw Song Jiu entering the door, the two just raised their eyes and didn't say anything.

"Sick?" Song Jiu asked nonsense, picked up the version of the pill that was opened on the table, and the name of the medicine was a series of scientific names that could not be understood.

"It's okay, maybe I had a little wind two days ago and caught a cold." Megumi has a rough voice, her face is not very good-looking, her body is covered with a quilt, and her temples are sweaty.

Natalia pointed to the medicine on the table, gestured two fingers, and then pointed at Megumi, and muttered a string.

"What do you mean? Eat two slices? Song Jiu wondered.

"......" Natalia was stunned, guessing that Song Jiu should not have understood what she meant, frowning and thinking about it, she really didn't know how to explain, so she had to wave her hand helplessly, touch her chest, and said softly: "fine."

Song Jiu relaxed when he heard this, he had misunderstood just now, Barbie should have given Huihui two meals of medicine, it's okay, you can rest assured.

The way the two communicate has always been a big problem, Song Jiu feels that his language talent is poor, after all, he was a scumbag before the catastrophe, but Natalia's inability to speak English made him very puzzling, the profession of a prosecutor is quite high-end in his opinion, Natalia is not too old, and he should be a scholar in this position.

"I'm really fine, I'm much better after taking the medicine." Megumi didn't want everyone to revolve around him all the time, so she sat up with her body propped up, squeezed out a smile on her pale face, and said, "It's just a common cold." ”

"Well, take your medicine on time, rest more, and drink plenty of water." Interlacing is like separating mountains, and for the layman, all ailments can be solved by sleeping and drinking water.

As long as someone takes care of it, Natalia is okay when she is idle, and it is naturally good to be willing to take the initiative to help, Song Jiu can't help much, so he left the cabin after a few words of advice, and wandered around a few times, he really didn't know what he should do, and he felt at a loss for no reason.

"Ugh." Song Jiu sighed secretly, walked aimlessly along the corridor, and stopped when he passed by Wu Wentao's cabin, he wanted to go in for a while, but he remembered that Lao Wu was making up for sleep, and it was not appropriate to disturb him.

The lounge still played pleasant piano music, the crew chatted or sat quietly, enjoying the rare tranquility, someone saw him, smiled and nodded, said hello, and then his own business, everything was natural, everything was very unnatural.

Song Jiu knew that this was his own problem, there were fewer and fewer people around him, and there were more seemingly peaceful days, he thought that staying away from the walking corpse was a dream to wake up with a smile, but at this moment, he found that without those walking corpses who urged the passage of time, he seemed to have become a walking corpse.

The grass is growing in the heart, and the growth is crazy, spreading from the tip of the heart to the whole body, as if the blood flow is about to be blocked.

In the past, he thought Jiao Ziqian was noisy and Lin Dao talked a lot, but now he thinks that there can be such a person around him, so he can continue to chatter endlessly, and continue to tell many interesting things that he has never heard of.

Song Jiu went to the wine hall to get two bottles of wine, held them in his arms, walked past the lively crowd around him, and returned to the cabin alone, looking at the sea outside the porthole, planning to toast and shadow in pairs.

However, this can't fill the emptiness in my heart, as if I have a heart disease, smell the aroma of wine, and think of Ming Junwei, who never leaves his hand all day long; Tasting the smell of wine, there is a drunken Jimbo in front of him.

The transparent porthole reflects the blurred sunlight, and you can vaguely see your face, you haven't looked in the mirror for a long time, and there seem to be some traces of wind and frost on your face, but you can't tell which ones are the masterpieces of the years. In a trance, that face became Liu Yan again, forever expressionless, occasionally evoking a calm and indifferent smile; Rubbing his face, changing his mood, his face switched again, Song Jiu seemed to return to the dark room, and in front of him was a lonely graduate student, staring at the ink, quietly waiting for death to come.

Song Jiu was a little crazy, and he didn't understand why these people were flooding his mind, and he didn't know when he became so lonely.

The wine is drunk one by one, the sound of the piano in the ears is getting farther away, those departed faces fade away, the images in front of them overlap, trance, tiredness wells up, and the world spins.