On the abandoned wooden shelves on the beach are broken fishing nets with large holes and small eyes, and a wooden shuttle hooks are hanging on them, which are blown by the fierce sea breeze. A sunny crest of the waves, fighting a few seabirds that chirp occasionally. Slowly approaching, I heard words I didn't understand. Isn't their joy or sorrow irrelevant to you?

The shadows in the simple shed are full of human figures, although the heat is not noisy, and it is by no means indifferent, but outside the shed, there is no one.

The sea breeze blew away a small patch of thatch from the roof of the shed, as if the wind was any stronger and would tear the shed away. A few of the larger sheds had what appeared to be a quilt hanging a curtain at the door, and a few small sheds had only rotten linen cloth at the door to keep out the wind.

A large black eye suddenly peeked through the hole in the ragged linen. Looking at the big boy with a sack of crops at the head, and at the companions behind him. Maybe the eye had been curled up there for a long time, but the big boy suddenly noticed it.

The approach slowed down.

The companions stood on their feet, looking at the big boy's neck from behind, a few strands of tousled hair lingering behind his ears. The linen curtain was lifted again.

In an instant, a bright red patch was dazzling.

On the desolate beach, in a dilapidated village house, there was a little girl with big black eyes, wearing a big red cotton jacket. Just a glance, the big boy wanted to reach out and straighten out her eyebrows and bangs that were messed up by the wind. Behind the little girl there were some women wrapped in quilts, which he clearly saw, and he was not a hard-hearted person, but he still turned a blind eye. The curtain is down.

The big boy turned back and whispered something to his companion, and they walked towards the lively sheds. The big boy did not look at the sackcloth again, and the sackcloth did not lift it again. But he felt, he knew, he was sure, that the little girl had been looking at him.

The sea breeze blew salty and damp, and the cold face of the big crop boy was replaced by a simple and ignorant face, and he salivated and smiled like an idiot in the sun.

The largest shed. There are two groups of people.

When the big crop boy lifted the quilt curtain, he made an assertion at a glance. It's weird, though. Although since ancient times, "gentlemen are harmonious but different, villains are the same but not harmonious", and the Fusang Ronin by the water often fights among themselves, but he still sees the difference at a glance.

The layout of the shed resembles a tavern. Four or five tables were full of people, but there were some bedding on the floor. Strangely dressed men drank and gambled for money, but they seemed to have taboos.

There was a young man sitting at the innermost table, with four dice spinning in a large bowl on the table, and a plate of salted fish with a few chopsticks moving in front of him. The young man was surrounded by a group of gamblers, but he frowned and stared at the bowl of wine in his hand.

Just a second before the big boy lifted the curtain, the young man's eyes had already looked from the noisy crowd to the cotton curtain. As soon as the curtain was lifted, the young man's gaze fell on the face of the big boy in the crop.

Youth is the only static thing in the whole shed, so the big boy's eyes quickly fall on the young man, and he feels that he is the one who is taboo for these ronins.

Two strands of messy hair were on the mature face of the sturdy young man, his eyes were like a sick tiger, his clothes were only slightly better than those of the beggars, but there were no patches on them, and they had not been washed in a long time.

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