In the redundant space, old newspapers and magazines are messily placed everywhere.

On the wall, old TVs, refrigerators and other objects, the patent leather has faded, looking a little sloppy, like a weathered old man.

Only a string of wind chimes hanging on the window lattice of the houseboat brought a little joy and vitality.

When the sea breeze blows, the shells and the unknown metal cylinder collide together, and it is very pleasant to the ear.

With this stirring sound, the man Gu Xi thought was dead, and at this moment he was being tied to a chair by Wuhuada.

The man gasped, inwardly suspicious of the unfamiliar environment in front of him.

Strong muscles, constantly desperately exerting force, green tendons burst out, trying to get out of the current predicament.

Excessive struggle and resistance made the circle of tape wrapped around the mouth deform the cheeks, and the rough and hideous face became more and more distorted.

After some tossing, it had no effect, but was entangled in the fishing net even more deadly, and the bald man's ruthless eyebrows and eyes looked a little aggrieved at the moment.

There was a wound on his head, a black and purple lump, like bruises that had not gone away after being hit hard.

Near the forehead, there was a scar as hideous as a centipede, the wound was very new and somewhat rough stitched.

Beyond the window, by the deck railing of the houseboat, sat a large and a small, legs dangling in the air, at the same frequency.

Relaxed, at ease.

"It's windy again......"

The big opening, the hoarse voice, blown a little long by the damp sea breeze, and gently slapped by the waves of the beach shallows.

When these words fell, the young man on the side raised his head, looked at the man with broad shoulders and back beside him, puffed out his cheeks, and looked sad.

"It's been a long time since this hide was played, and it's not fun at all."

The appearance of the young man is only eleven or twelve years old, perhaps because the contours of his facial features have not yet grown, his eyebrows and eyes are delicate and delicate, and there is a kind of beauty that is indistinguishable between male and female.

The sea breeze lifted the hair on his forehead, revealing a fair face, as if he was a jade-faced boy in the painting, revealing the temperament of a young master who was completely inconsistent with this remote fishing village.

"It's time to change us, change us to catch it!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his chin with both hands, pursed the corners of his lips slightly, and looked into the distance.

His long eyelashes curled, and the sea breeze greeted, but he stubbornly did not blink, his eyes like morning dew, clear and bright, revealing the expectations of a young man.

The scattered households in the fishing village are a little scattered, and on windy days, few people come out to move, which makes this side of the bay seem a little open and lonely.

The man on the side nodded, obviously agreeing with the young man's words, wrapped the thick military coat on his body, and picked up the steaming white porcelain jar in his hand.

Taking a sip of hot tea, he whispered to reassure: "Wait, soon we won't have to continue to hide." ”

The boy snorted, probably hearing similar comfort many times, but there was not much joy at the moment.

The clear voice of the young man, with a hint of old age: "The one inside, what should we do with it?" ”

The man in the military coat raised his head when he heard this, his hair was messy and long, and the bridge of his nose was high, which was slightly red from the wind.

"It's just a dead man, you can do whatever you want."

The response that was not salty or light made the little boy's eyes suddenly light up, and he swept away Fang Cai's sullenness:

"Then I'll go talk to him, after a night of tying, he must have a lot to say!"

Getting up, the boy nimbly climbed over the windowsill, landed on the ground, and stood in front of the bald man who was tied.

Reaching out, he tore off the adhesive tape that sealed the man's mouth.

"Who are you?"

The moment he could speak, the bald man stared at the hairy boy in front of him fiercely, and shouted out the doubt in his heart, he was obviously going to .....

The man on the deck outside the window also got up at this moment, walked to the window, leaned over, drank tea, and looked leisurely as if he was watching a play.

"Hmph, a dead man deserves to know who I am, what's in your head..."

The little boy straightened his face, his eyes were sharp, and he didn't have the innocence of a child at all.

The man watching the play on the windowsill, with long hair covering his eyes, couldn't see clearly, and continued: "We will help you keep it temporarily." ”

The bald man was overjoyed when he heard this, and subconsciously wanted to touch it, but his hands were tied and he had to give up.

The boy sneered, and poked at the striking and ugly scar, which quickly ended his joy:

"However, Hanjiang has put something new in it, and if you don't obey, you will ....."

The man who was watching the play with his arms on the windowsill, who was named, reached out and stroked the hair that covered his eyes, revealing his sharp dark eyes, and added:

"It's better than fireworks."