John. Carson walked into his daughter's room. /top/

There is no hotel on Poseidon Island, "Tang" has prepared a three-story building surrounded by large olives and cactus grass, the doors and windows of the wooden shutters are sapphire blue, the edge of the balcony is inlaid with jet-black grille railings, and the middle section is warped and protruding, like the "buttocks" of a merry girl - there is no screen window, no air conditioning, the sea breeze passes through the room day and night, bringing fresh air and moisture, and the paint on the walls has fallen off a little, especially the part near the ceiling light- The bowl-shaped lamp, made of polished copper strips wrapped around the thinly dyed shells, shone upwards and formed a huge circular spot of light on the empty ceiling, and the insects attracted by the light flew around it, splitting and splitting, casting shadows that constantly changed their positions and shapes.

A scent of green apples, golden almonds, and citrus greeted you. Sitting in front of the dresser with John in front of him. Carson could only guess a handful of these cosmetic uses, with the scent coming from a glass bottle containing a purple-colored "liquid" body.

She didn't look like she was going to sleep, she wasn't wearing pajamas, she was wearing a dark green "colored" tight tank top on her upper body, and a pair of shorts of the same "color" on her lower body, her hair was tied up high and hung down on her back, and her loose tail was flying like spider silk under the force of the sea breeze - she pushed away her chair, stood up, and took two steps back, the mirror provided by the temporary residence was too small for her to get a full picture of herself—the girl looked at herself in the mirror carefully, and after about two or three seconds, she grabbed an orange that hung on the bed board. The colored Bali coat was quickly wrapped around the body, and then suddenly taken off and tied around the waist.

"What do you think? John," she called out her father's name bluntly, like any child of the Western Continent Federation, "wouldn't it be a little too bold?" I mean...... This "color"? As she consulted, she remained intently staring at the image in the mirror, while twisting her waist and turning left and right. The light-colored ponytail also jumped along with it.

"Very good." John said, "But can you stop for a moment?" My dear. I've got to tell you about it - it's urgent. ”

Chiz. Carson turned, the expression on her face signaling that she was gradually settling down from her fluttering fantasies, and she took off her balino coat and sat down. John approached it, and there was only one chair in the room in front of the dresser, and he had to sit on the edge of the bed, on which were at least half a dozen clothes, almost all that Chiz had brought.

"I think you're going to have to leave." John. Carson said.

"You invited me to join you for the last two weeks of the summer vacation." Chitz calmly noted: "What happened? Is it Mom? Or grandpa? ”

"No, no, no. They were safe and sound, nothing happened. "John. Carson's voice was full of frustration: "I did something wrong, I shouldn't have invited you here." It's not a good place to go. ”

Chitz's eyes flickered for a moment, and she wondered if her father had discovered her intentions—she was about to passionately pursue a boy from Poseidon Island—and she immediately vetoed it. Ever since he arrived, Carson had thrown himself into the arms of the clams, and the beauties who were the outside and soft on the inside had made him forget everything, including his daughter. And out of their own selfishness. Chitz didn't want to disturb him, she was like a little girl who sneaked into the living room to watch the midnight theater while her parents were asleep—she was always careful, always carrying something in her hand, either flowers or food, when she returned to her makeshift accommodation. Occasionally, there will be some small handicrafts, which makes the busy old father think that she is "fascinated" by the small market on Poseidon Island...... It is not for nothing that people can destroy this illusion of vulnerability. For example, Miss Marianne, who has always followed her from afar, is both Chizz's personal music teacher, Chiz's caretaker, or bodyguard? Chiz knew that she had been trained a lot, maybe not the very strong kind, but she was guaranteed to run away with her or sound the alarm at the first moment.

Miss Marion is a responsible person, but she has been with Chiz for too long, and she has no children, so she will be very pampering with her little master at certain times.

"You need to get out of here." John stressed, "I can't explain it to you in too much detail – I'm sorry, Chiz. The holidays are over, and you have to go back to your mom. ”

"What about you?" Chiz asked, "What about you, Daddy?" ”

John. Carson suddenly lowered his head, and was silent for about half a second, then he looked up at Chiz again, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed and then relaxed, his lips pursed straight, and his thick fingers stirred around. Even Chiz doesn't have the razor-sharp observation of the Hopkins. It was easy to see that the man was trying to get rid of his hesitation and anguish, "no," he said weakly, "no, I'll have to stay here for a while." Not long," he added, as if to salvage something, "a week at most." Chiz, Beepeel (note 1) just these days...... And we," he said vaguely, "probably not a next chance, that person probably ...... I mean, he must be very angry. "John. Carson muttered, and suddenly let out a loud sigh, "I have to finish my job," and his spirits suddenly perked up, as if he saw a good excuse: "So, I have to work, I can't take care of you, Chiz, I know I've let you down, but it's not a good thing." ”

"I thought you thought of that when you invited me," Chiz said slowly, "I'm a big girl, I won't bother you, I just have to stay on the island, like I barely saw you in the previous days, but everything looks pretty good." ”

John. Carson's face flushed, he knew that he had committed the same old "hair" again, but just like the kindness, gentleness, and indecision that he had in him, which was rare in the Carson family, and his stubbornness was also known by the family, he mustered up the courage and began to prepare the next statement—he was ready, and if Chiz firmly disagreed, he would ask his ex-wife to send someone to take her away, of course, it was not good, but John. Carson never thought of taking his daughter as a bet on whether "Don" on Poseidon Island was a real good man, as the locals believed.

"Okay."

"Listen to me, Chiz...... Oh no, wait, hmm......" John was about to start a tough confrontation again. Carson was caught off guard and even bit the tip of his tongue, "Wait." You say you'...... Willing to go back? ”

"Yes," Chiz shrugged his skinny shoulders indifferently, "I'm willing to go back." She smiled at her suspicious father, "Although I don't understand why you tell me why you don't know why...... But, yes, Dad, I'm willing to listen to you. If necessary, I can go back overnight, as long as there is a boat. ”

"No, it's not that urgent." John. Carson breathed a clear sigh of relief, and he stood up and walked over to Chiz. He put his hands on his daughter's shoulders and carefully kissed her forehead: "Tomorrow, non-local ships are not allowed to sail at night nearby," he looked at the pile of clothes, "You need to get a good night's sleep, and then ...... I'll be here to help you pack your things. ”

"I'm really sorry," he said before leaving the room.

He forgot to say "good night." Chiz thought that she had not followed John. Carson asked to go to bed immediately. Instead, he pulled out his suitcase from under the bed and stuffed all his clothes into a mess one after another.

"I thought you'd insist," said Marian, who was between thirty-five and forty years old, by the door. Brown "colored" short hair, is a neat and clean "colored" female "sex". She winked at the girl, "For that." ”

There are a lot of secret secrets between them.

"Are you suggesting that I stay?" Chiz straightened up, his hands in his waist.

"Of course...... No, my dear," said Marian with a smile, "if you don't want to go home obediently, I'll knock you out." ”

"Uh-huh," Chitz continued to sort things out, "So, why should I go against your will?" She listlessly threw the perfume into the box, the lid was not tightly closed, the perfume spilled, and the purple "liquid" immediately contaminated a white shirt. Chiz screamed, grabbed the bottle in retort, it was completely empty, she paused for three seconds, and threw the bottle back into the box: "The greatest loss in the world is caused by impulse and willfulness - one of the Carson family precepts - but may I ask what happened?" ”

"I don't know the specifics," said Marian, "it seems to be John. Mr. Carson turned down a deal. ”

"......" Chiz stopped, she thought seriously for a while: "I see, it seems that I am really leaving, please remind me to write a note to my father - he ruined my first love." ”

"Dangerous first love."

"I can't ask for much." Chitz said: "It's just a sweet fantasy. All right. Maybe a little exciting...... But I really, really liked him, and that feeling wasn't going to be there anymore. ”

"It's like a beautiful shark swimming around." "My dear," says Marian, "fantasies and facts are often very different. ”

"I think I'll remember him until I'm eighty."

"Then you'll have to live to be eighty." "Try to go back to the mainland and start a second beautiful relationship," Marian said. Poseidon Island isn't a great place to be romantic. ”

"Maybe I shouldn't have been here in the first place."

"But here you are."

"Because it's the second time." "The second time, Dad made a request for visitation," Chiz said. In fourteen years, the last time I was six years old, he took me to see the Ancient Sea Life Exhibit, and he was fascinated by the 75-foot fossilized bones of the smooth lateral odontosaurus and the reconstructed specimen of the Dunkle fish covered in armor, and he spent the whole day at the exhibition, without drinking or eating—and so did I, faint when I got home, but I was happy, really, very happy. ”

Marian didn't speak, her eyes filled with sympathy.

"I'd like to be alone." Chitz said.

Marion left.

Chiz closed the door and the light, and sat quietly for a long time alone in the dark room filled with fragrance.

She was awakened by a dull "poof" sound, and the girl turned her head to look at the place where the sound had come from, and the silvery moonlight was casting on the balcony, and a hazy shadow was gradually expanding, at first Chiz thought it was a seabird that had landed on the balcony, and then realized that it was a person.

Sasha. Hopkins slowly stood up, the moonlight outlining his outline, and next to the moon, was a particularly bright star.

(To be continued)

n (one second to remember the world)