84th bowl of soup (6)

There is nothing wrong with giving one’s life for faith and ideals, but there is nothing wrong with wanting to live.

The reason is simple, isn't it?

Qinghuan's attitude was frank and sincere. As soon as she finished her voice, Owen jumped in front of her, her hands were more loving: "It really is my favorite Miss Qinghuan, just different from others!"

Qing Huan was not scared by him, but smiled: "I am relieved to see you so energetic."

Owen made a touched expression: "So Miss Qinghuan has always been worried about me? Ah, could it be said that Miss Qinghuan is ready to accept my love?"

The blue eyes seemed to reflect the sea and blue sky. Qinghuan certainly knew that this was Owen’s habitual behavior, as he said, he likes women, only likes women, and at the same time extremely hates men, and his childhood experience Can't get rid of the relationship. Of course she likes him too, but this is a like among friends, not about the love between men and women. In fact, she feels that Owen may not really be a love between men and women. It is more like a yearning and obsession for something beautiful-probably because in his life, all the people who hurt him are men.

Before Qinghuan could answer, Owen was picked up by Nick's collar from behind. He maintained a cool expression when he was teaching the crew, nodded to Qing Huan, and put Owen aside, and then lay down again not far from Qing Huan. Owen was afraid that Nick didn't dare to come over, so he had to vomit blood to Qinghuan, then he was called into the cabin by Lance to discuss the next route.

Only Qing Huan and Nick were left on the deck. She looked up at the sky, seagulls hovering above her head, the sea breeze blew her long black hair, the skirt was floating in the wind, and the endless sea was mysterious and beautiful, which was inexplicable.

"Afraid?"

"...Huh?" Qing Huan was stunned for a moment before realizing that Nick was talking to himself. Since she got on the boat, the two people have spoken very few times. Sometimes when they met on the boat, Nick nodded to her. He never came to her to show her courtesy like Owen, nor did he like Lance and Lance. Joe talked to her. On this ship, the only thing Qinghuan could not understand was Nick. It stands to reason that he is a wanted criminal who is extremely wicked and traitorous and tried to assassinate the king. Although he once had a prominent status, he is now just a desperate dog on the sea. He should be extremely cruel and fierce-but after getting along these days, she feels ...It's not what I thought it was at all.

It's like when they passed a small island before and met a shepherd who had taken the farm. He wanted to return to the farm and was being beaten by thugs from the landlord's house. In fact, they didn't have to worry about this nosy at all, but Nick not only taught the group of people, but also helped the shepherd **** his farm back. In the end, all payments were confiscated, and he returned to the boat like a okay person.

It was Qinghuan’s turn to disembark with him to purchase daily necessities that day. She was by his side, but when he returned to the boat, he said nothing, as if this kind of thing was as simple and natural as breathing and drinking.

Later Qinghuan talked to Joe, and Joe smiled and bends her eyes and told her: Our captain is a good guy at all.

Although it looks fierce and inaccessible, it is actually the really gentle person on this ship. It was he who took in Irving, who had escaped from the snake boat and was wounded all over; it was he who rescued Lance, who was driven out of his hometown as a monster and drifted on the sea in a small boat; at the same time, it was he who left homeless and lonely Joe with him. .

But he never said anything about himself.

The origin of the scar on his face, his such a powerful force, the infamy he carried...he didn't say anything about it.

I really want to say that Lance is a notorious traitor, the kind of person most people look down on. He wanders at sea because he can't live in the country. He is adventurous and wants to go to the other side of the world.

Qing Huan thought about it for a while, and it took him a while to realize that Nick's fear should refer to the scene of their murder before lunch. She smiled slightly and said, "I haven't witnessed it with my own eyes. What's so scary."

"Aren't you afraid of getting on the thief ship?"

She laughed out loud, "If I get on the thief ship, I am still alive, but don't I live very well now? Master Captain is a good person, so don't deliberately scare me."

Nick placed his hands behind his head, his eyes staring at Qing Huan, and Qing Huan discovered that his black eyes seemed to have a little purple light under the light, deep and distant. At this moment, these extremely cold eyes were staring at her, meaning it was unclear. She moved a little uneasy, Nick's mouth twitched slightly, Qing Huan suddenly found out the new world: "You laughed!"

"I do not have."

"Yes, I saw it!" Although it was fleeting, it was indeed a smile. "I don't understand, what are you laughing at me?"

Nick closed his eyes. "Nothing."

There is no way to talk with such a person, Qing Huan will not force her, and she still looks up into the distance. At this moment, it seemed that the whole world had become quiet. She closed her eyes and felt all this, feeling that the world was quite troublesome. There are not many normal people on this ship, including her.

"A few questions, can you ask?"

Nick still closed his eyes and hummed as an answer, not saying yes or no.

Qinghuan should mean being able. She turned to look at him, propped one hand on the deck: "Are those people just now Owen's enemies?"

"Yes."

In fact, even if Qinghuan didn't ask Qinghuan, she still got information from the words and phrases she heard, but she still couldn't bear to believe it. "When you met Owen, how old was he?"

"Um... I'm eleven or twelve years old, I don't remember very clearly, I haven't asked. The thin looking wind can blow away, but the eyes are very bright." Nick, who regrets his words, rarely said such a long string of words. . Qing Huan thought to herself, since realizing that all the things he had said to her now, together, it might not be as much as today. "He doesn't remember who he is or where he came from. He probably came from a boy and a girl who was abducted and sold. His parents have already been sold."

It's self-evident what will happen to a place like that if it grows so well.

"Escaped countless times, was captured countless times, suffered countless injuries, and still want to live." Nick said word by word, "Don't people should be like this? You want to live."

Owen is now twenty-two years old, about ten years ago. Qing Huan stared at Nick for a while and couldn't imagine what he should be like ten years ago.

"At that time I was lying on a small boat, drifting with the wind, regardless of the waves, I would die wherever I thought. If I hadn't met Owen, I would have died." Because at that time he had completely lost his life. Hope.

"Yeah, yeah, Miss Qinghuan, if you want to know, you can ask me directly, what do you do with Nick? He is incomprehensible like a wood." Owen came out resentfully from the side and turned Qing Huan was taken aback, and gave Nick a glance, "Don’t say bad things about me in front of Miss Qing Huan, thank you. Do you think you have a good temperament when you rescued me? There is such a long scar on my face, blood and blood. Looking at it, I can’t see what I’m looking like. I lay half-dead on the boat, half of my body still dragged in the sea—it’s a blessing from the gods that I didn’t get killed by a shark."

Nick has never been a face-saving person, and he was just a cold snort of his appearance ten years ago by Owen, and the snoring sounded after a while. Owen took a seat next to Qinghuan, sincerely holding her soft little hand, and wiping her oil, said: "It's all about old sesame seeds and rotten grains. It's nothing but I'm afraid of death. I struggled for many years to survive until November. I really escaped when I was about to drown, and when I almost drowned, I met Nick. He lazily dragged me onto the boat and killed the person who came to catch me. In this way, I became his crew until today. ."

Then Owen showed a crying expression without tears: "Miss Qinghuan, do you know? How small is that boat?" He stretched out his hand and compared, "That's it! I went up and didn't stretch my legs! Can you? Do you understand that feeling? It's hard to escape from the **** on earth and meet a **** ugly murderer in the blink of an eye. How much trauma will it cause to a child's mind?"

He took those desperate days as a relaxed past and easily said it, because his hatred had been eliminated, and he had to live better-to live really happily. He has experienced such a past, not for the rest of his life to be entangled by hatred and self-loathing, but to live upright and open, not wronging himself.

Qing Huan took a look at Nick. Well, indeed, the wounds are healed and they still look scary. You can imagine what it would be like when they were just injured. Think about it again. Owen just escaped and was in shock, but as soon as he got on the boat to see To such a terrifying and weird looking guy-it is indeed too exciting for children, there should be mosaics here.

So she glanced at Owen pityingly: "Thanks for your hard work."

Owen was immediately moved: "Miss Qinghuan is really gentle and considerate. To stay on this ship, I think it must be the gods who bless me to meet Miss Qinghuan! Otherwise, with such a captain, I should have jumped off the ship long ago!"

Speaking secretly kicked Nick.

Nick, who was snoring a second ago, immediately punched him as soon as he got off the foot, and then Qinghuan looked helplessly and amusingly as they fought on the deck. Lance and Joe came out to find her with fishing tackles. She didn't pay attention to the two people who were playing righteously anymore.

When the fishing was finished, the dinner was settled. Nick and Owen were already lying on the deck with their noses and faces swollen. Nick still stared at Owen, while Owen hugged Qinghuan's thigh pitifully, crying for comfort and caress. Qing Huan bent over and rubbed his blonde hair, he learned a cat meow along the way, and didn't have the slightest exercise.