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The sea breeze blows up the waves, and the black waves shine in the dark night. 【】

The moonlight is not bright, and although it is not to the point where you can't see your fingers, visibility is really limited.

Maybe it's because the night is too gloomy, and even the emotions of everyone are extremely heavy, none of them speak, and even Xiao Hei, who is not in a proper position on weekdays, is quiet.

After more than two months, they didn't expect to encounter such a situation again, last time they ran out of food, facing the endless sea, but there was no hope of survival, that kind of despair is not the slightest desire to resist.

Now, they're feeling that despair once again, the last time the Infinite Road had allowed them to finally run into the Dark Gold Pirate Yacht on their way home, but now?

It's so far away from that course that it's impractical to even run into other ships. The food and fresh water they brought with them were enough to survive for less than two days, but even if they survived two days, what would they do?

In the end, it was still death.

"Do you regret following me out?" Mo Ran took a hard puff of his cigarette, let the smoke swirl in his lungs and then spit out gently, looking at the smoke that quickly drifted away in the night, and asked softly.

"Regret? What is there to regret? I had already thought of this result when I came out, and regret had no effect. Xiao Hei took a sip of wine and said angrily.

Mo Ran glanced at him in surprise, he didn't expect this product to be so open, he really underestimated him.

Jack shrugged his shoulders, although he didn't speak, but Mo Ran knew that although he was a little helpless, he didn't have much regret, presumably he was more depressed at this time.

Mo Ran's guess was right, now Jack is really full of depression, although his life is not satisfactory, but after following Mo Ran, it seems that he has started to run, although he has experienced a series of thrilling things, but he feels much better than before.

So he felt that the god of luck did not really give up on himself, this time out, he firmly believed that the half of his gambling land would definitely appear, all the way, but now the facts were in front of him, his heart was broken, it turned out that the goddess of luck just glanced at him, and did not mention the slightest interest, before he may have been too self-inflicted.

The only one who didn't say anything was Jason, he hung his head down, as if he was asleep, but Mo Ran could feel the unrest in his heart, because his hand was always held tightly.

Mo Ran didn't know what he thought, but at this time, what he said was too pale, comforting? What are you kidding, do you want Mo Ran to say, 'Young man, let's open a little, life is too short, who can escape death?

Shaking his head, Mo Ran also lost the motivation to continue looking for topics.

However, Jason suddenly raised his head and exhaled deeply, as if he had let go of some heavy burden, his face was calm, and there was no fear or chagrin in his eyes, but he became very calm, as calm as Gujing Wubo, which made people feel a little abnormal.

The moment he saw him, Mo Ran even felt that this was Jason, what he saw before was an illusion, although he told himself in his heart that the previous one was the real Jason, but now Jason is like taking off his heavy coat, revealing the small muscle bumps that should have been shown in front of people, although he is still a little immature, but his edge is no longer hidden.

Mo Ran raised his eyebrows, he didn't know what kind of struggle Jason's psychology had undergone, how could he directly complete the transformation in a moment and a half, just like a cicada that had gone through countless struggles, and at this moment it really broke free from the old shell that imprisoned it and regained its life.

Thinking of this, Mo Ran couldn't help but show a wry smile, is it too late to transform now? It was easy to walk out of a new path and find that the road of life had come to an end.

Jason showed a somewhat inexplicable smile and shook his head at Mo Ran, as if to signal that he was okay and did not have the slightest regret.

Mo Ran frowned and thought for a while, seemed to understand something, nodded at him, everything was silent, the spiritual exchange between the two men did not disturb the other two, and the two of them did not see the moment of Jason's transformation.

It doesn't matter if you just see it or not, they're all dying people, even if Jason suddenly becomes a woman, it probably won't make them lift much spirit, oh no, maybe before he dies, he can let Jason cheapen them...

In the second half of the night, Xiao Hei was already drunk, and everyone was drunk if he was not drunk, although he could think about it, but no one could wait for death to be idle.

And Jack had already fallen asleep, leaving only Mo Ran smoking silently, and Jason, who had never been involved in tobacco and alcohol, also abnormally asked him for a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but he choked on it and coughed for a long time after taking a puff.

Mo Ran smiled and let him lose it, there was no need to be so difficult for himself, but he still insisted on holding it in his mouth, taking small sips of smoke, and his thin body seemed to have a little bit of a tough taste under the night.

Mo Ran smiled and didn't force him anymore.

Jason is not very old, but he has his own ideas, which Mo Ran appreciates very much, because there are too many young people who simply follow the footsteps of the big era, and they can't see what kind of people this world needs, and how to make themselves live a small difference in the same.

Jason, on the other hand, is able to see what others can't see, and he can calm down and consider the gains and losses, rather than getting lost in the vast flow of information.

To be yourself, in a very simple sentence, how many people can truly be true to themselves?

Mo Ran didn't dare to say that he was his truest self now, because he couldn't be affected by all external factors, he had things he needed to consider, emotions he needed to take into account, and there were too many factors that he couldn't help himself that affected him.

Although he has tried his best not to be affected by these distractions, many times he can't help himself.

The two little smoking guns each consumed the last time of their lives on the same silent night, thinking about their different lives, recalling the scenes they cherished the most in their hearts, and cherishing the emotions they couldn't let go of...

Thinking about it, it seems that the sea breeze suddenly became stronger, blowing the eyelashes, making the eyes a little sour, or maybe the green smoke from the cigarette butt between the fingers was too spicy to the eyes.

Mo Ran flicked the cigarette butt in his hand out with his fingers, and watched it turn into a parabola and fall into the hideous ocean and extinguish. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.