After going around around around until four o'clock in the morning, I finally came to the beach.

The name of this sea is as quirky as the city: the Red Algae Sea.

It's weird because this sea isn't deep, and there are no red algae.

However, at sunset in the middle of summer, before the sun sets above the sea level, the sparkling water on the sea surface is reflected in the red glow of the sky, which reminds the romantic urban pioneers of red algae.

I looked up for a long time, feeling a little depressed - it was a moonless night.

It didn't take long for me to let out a long sigh.

Is there a moon or not, and what is there to cling to?

My clothes had been air-dried, but the sea breeze still made me feel a little cold.

I took off my shoes and socks, rolled up my trouser legs, and walked along the coastline on the beach for a while.

The salty sea breeze hit my nostrils. Not too fine sand sticks to the soles of my feet.

The tide goes in and out. Occasionally I would step into the water.

The water is bitterly cold in the middle of the night.

I came to the embankment again.

At the end of the embankment there is an oval granite half a man high.

The granite is surrounded by many circles of colored strings.

The string was full of locks.

These locks are usually hung by couples who are in love together, and most of them entrust the desire to lock up the relationship and grow old.

Opposite this sensational landscape stone is another flat rock that is unremarkable.

I still remember that last summer, on this rock, there were two of us and Angel's sneakers.

At that time, I also thought of a vulgar term called "the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten".

And now I am gray and rotten.

I sat on that rock until sunrise.

The morning sun rises with its back to me.

Several ships sailed by.

Three or two anglers were armed with fishing tackle on the beach in the distance.

I turned my body, clasped my hands in a circle, and scanned my surroundings like a telescope, finally staying at the position of the sun.

The color of the morning sun is very light, but it is enough to make people feel warm.

Because I looked directly at the bright light for too long, I could see a dark shadow when I looked at everything else.

The sea can be cold in the morning.

I suddenly felt excited – if I jumped like this, would I ignore the temperature of the water because of the weightlessness of the deep water?

This question sparked my desire to explore.

I stretched and yawned again.

I hesitated again, the bed seemed to be a better place to go than the sea.

But what you have to face when you wake up — hopeless realities, ghostly memories, and ......

It's easier to become food for marine fish, and finally turn into a bubble on the horizon.

However, I was oversighted in one thing - I could swim, and although I didn't swim well, I didn't drown.

The instinct to survive was stirred up the moment the sea water poured into my mouth and nose, and I subconsciously cut my hands and feet.

My limbs were weak from fear.

I was scared because I suddenly remembered my unfinished plan.

Ye Mengjia, who makes me feel guilty, and my mother who makes me want to protect......

Unfortunately, the more I regretted and panicked, the more uncoordinated my movements became.

The choking waters poured ferociously into my mouth; The lungs run out of oxygen.

I felt my body sink uncontrollably.

Finished. It was my last thought before I lost consciousness.

No, no, it doesn't seem to be so.

I closed my eyes and gave up the moment before the fight with the sea......

In my mind, it was a small, crescent-shaped tattoo.

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These chapters feel like moaning without illness......

In fact, I don't like weak people who seek death at every turn. I don't like senseless abuse either.

Personally, I think the first volume is a bit sadistic, and that is the chapter where Angel's mother died. I don't feel sorry for her.

Well. That's the end of the first volume.

The next chapter starts with the second volume, and I can finally not get tired of it.

Belch...... Everyday blandness.