Pampering the sea

The young man looked at the weak girl with tears in his eyes, and there was no joy in his eyes. His voice was low and hoarse: "Why did you help me?"

Holding the candle in one hand, Xin Yue said calmly, "You've been beaten like this, why are you still talking so much nonsense?"

This evening, after the three captives including Xu Tianlan were killed by the pirates, Chu Zhiling ordered his subordinates not to kill the captives, but when he heard that the boy in white in front of him was Japanese, he turned pale. He said with a smile on his face: "As for the Japanese people, you can do whatever you like."

As a result, the young man was violently beaten by a group of pirates. Song Changnian didn't kill him on the spot because he thought of the brotherly love he showed to Xu Tianlan earlier.The Japanese teenager who was beaten to the point of death was thrown alone in this lowest cabin, without food, to fend for himself.

There were bloodstains all over the boy's white clothes, but he didn't frown, his eyes were indifferent, and under the light of the candle, they looked ethereal, like illusions.

He didn't pay attention to Xin Yue's unfriendly words, and he didn't reach out to take the things Xin Yue put in front of her. He just asked lightly, "Why do you help me? Why do you want to be nice to me?"

Xin Yue didn't want to pay attention to him, and stood up, and the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy also stood up, and fell to the ground like a fallen leaf after less than two seconds. He leaned against the wall, facing Xin Yue who had turned around. He smiled lightly and said, "Why do you treat me so well? Do you like me?"

Xin Yue wanted to open his mouth to sneer, but when he saw the young man looking up at her, he smiled softly.

There was no trace of joy in that smile, and there was an indescribable irony mixed with fatigue.

The young man stretched out his hand, and the slender fingers were dyed with red plums, the red and white intertwined extremely clearly. He stretched his hand to his waist, skillfully hooked up his belt, and then gently lifted the clothes on his chest, revealing not very Strong chest.

Xin Yue pressed his hand that continued to pull his clothes, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

The young man smiled weakly: "Isn't it because of being so kind to me?" His voice was as thin as a thread, "Do you like my body?"

Xin Yue opened his eyes wide, looked at the young man's pale face that was almost transparent, then pursed his lips, helped him straighten his clothes, and said, "I didn't think so."

"That's it."

The young man smiled lightly, and then the mockery in his eyes became more obvious. He pushed Xin Yue's hand away and continued to undress himself: "But you are so kind to me, I will definitely give you something in return, and besides giving you my body, I can't do anything else." He said to Xin Yue word by word in Chinese with a little Hokkien accent.

The wounded young man slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his skeletal chest was covered with large areas of kicking marks, he looked at the girl with surprised eyes in front of him, then stretched out a hand and stroked her upper body gently. The girl's cheeks were as smooth as porcelain, and the boy's face pulled a fragmented and weak smile: "They all like my body, why do you have the expression of seeing a ghost?"

Xin Yue closed her eyes, suppressing her shock. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were clear. She reached out and knocked off the young man's hand covering his face. The young man smiled lightly and slowly extended his hand towards own robe.

Xin Yue couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted at the boy: "Stop."

As soon as the words came out, the boy stopped.

The mockery in his eyes dissipated, and there was a rare hint of surprise in his light expression.

It wasn't that Xin Yue's "stop" was a deterrent, but that the "stop" was said in Japanese.

Xin Yue looked at the boy's undisguised surprise with satisfaction. She picked up the healing ointment on the ground and gently applied it on the boy's body. Her Japanese was fluent and crisp: "When they beat you in the future, don't be like this afternoon. , Don’t say a word, although Song Chang thinks highly of your manly behavior, most of the pirates on board like the Japanese crying for their father and mother, and the more you scream, the happier they will be.”

The girl's face was beautiful and quiet, and her low voice was like a spring breeze blowing on her face: "If they are refreshed, they will keep the fun of you and torture them slowly instead of killing you all at once. Have a backbone, they are afraid that you will fight back and retaliate, so they will definitely kill you as soon as possible." After a pause, she continued, "After saving your life, you can find a way to escape from here. The best time to escape is when they land .”

Looking at Xin Yue's beautiful face so close, the young man nodded lightly after a moment of daze, and whispered in Japanese: "I see."

The boy's eyelashes are like paper kites in the February sky, sometimes rising and falling, sometimes high and sometimes low.The girl's hair brushed against him.The bare chest is like a piece of cherry blossoms falling in the lake, and there are bursts of delicate touch.

The young man held Xin Yue's hand that applied the medicine to him, Xin Yue was taken aback, but he heard the young man open his mouth: "My name is Xia Chuan Yi Zhi, and I told the Chinese that my name is Xia Zhi."

Xin Yue smiled faintly: "My name is Xin Yue."

"What about the Japanese name?"

"My name is Xin Yue, I don't have a Japanese name."

Xia Zhi suddenly let go of her hand, and the indifference appeared in her eyes: "Aren't you Japanese?"

Xin Yue still had a faint smile on his face: "You can say yes, or you can say no." She tilted her head and replied, "I guess you can't be considered Japanese."

Xin Yue put down the medicine bottle and turned to leave, only to hear Xia Zhi's voice behind him: "Wait a minute."

The young man raised his gracefully curved butterfly wings, and his black pupils reflected the brilliance of the lights. He asked, "Why are you helping me?"

Xin Yue's eyebrows were as slender as a crescent moon in the sky, and he slightly bent down when he heard the words: "Because I..."

Because my mother is also Japanese, because I had a similar experience to yours, because I was in more pain than you.Because I understand the pain of being a different kind, because I understand the feeling of not being able to survive more deeply than you.

Because at that time, I wanted more than one person to help me.

"Huh?" Seeing her silent for a long time, the boy looked up at her.

Xin Yue stood there, the light in her hand softened her eyebrows and eyes, "Because of me," her voice was faint and lazy, drawn out very long, like an old Japanese ballad, "I'm so idle."