"Go to the sea?" Fang Daichuan's face changed, and his body shook reflexively. He remembered how he felt when he jumped into the sea last night, so deep that he would never forget it.

Li Sinian noticed it and comforted him: "You can wait for me on the shore. I'll go back to the cave and have a look, even if there is nothing else... I want to bring out the rest of his remains."

"I'll be with you." Fang Daichuan exhaled and said in his heart, fighting hard.

Li Sinian hesitated instead: "Your water... Forget it, wait until we are safe. Anyway, after so many years, I don't care about this one or two days. Otherwise, let's go to the cemetery to see him first?"

Fang Daichuan was shocked: "Ah, okay."

Li Heng's skull was taken out by Li Sinian. In the morning, they rushed to check in, but temporarily buried the skull on the beach. Fang Daichuan didn't dare to think about what Li Sinian felt at this moment.

The villa was quiet, and they gently closed the door.

The night fell slowly, the rain was a little lighter, and the black clouds on the top of the dome dispersed a little, and the breathless feeling a little dispersed. In the farther horizon, a few stars can be seen sporadically.

Li Sinian had been burning for a day, and he hadn't eaten anything yet. He was holding a loaf of bread in his hand and eating while walking, his pace was a bit soft.

Fang Daichuan followed him, staring down at the curls on the back of his head, and after looking at him, he suddenly discovered that Li Sinian seemed to have a strange trait in him.

You can't tell the origin and background of this person. He walks steadily, which means that there is no unique posture inadvertently revealed. He is a foreigner. He speaks very standard Mandarin. He has no special preferences for food. He is cold, sweet and spicy. In the luxuriously decorated villas, eating stews with knives and forks, eating smoothly, just like the noble son of the manor; in the cold rain, a fierce man plunged into the sea to fish for oysters, squatting on the seaside reef and eating, without the slightest sense of peacekeeping. The only thing that can be regarded as a favorite is wine, but he doesn't seem to be picky about wine, what to drink when he encounters, the wine hidden by the boss, he seems to have no brand that he doesn't like to drink.

When I first met, there was no intersection, I thought this person was very cold. After staying on the island for a while, he has become familiar with him. He will talk to you with a smile, touch your head, and seem to get along well. I have become more familiar these days. Fang Daichuan actually has some other touches in his heart, and some small doubts about a feeling of horror, but Li Sinian seems to have suddenly cooled down, no more small movements and Little touch. ——Does this **** have sage time? Fang Daichuan complained in his heart.

In short, this person seems to be a two-dimensional mystery, with uncertain personality and erratic personality, just like cold symbols or murals on the wall, standing there, without touch or temperature.

"what are you thinking?"

Fang Daichuan stopped abruptly, but saw Li Sinian looking back suspiciously. They had reached the beach, and the waves had a long and short sound.

Fang Daichuan shook his head: "Think of something else."

Li Sinian wears two rings on his hand, his father's wedding ring on his index finger, and his mother's wedding ring on his tail finger. The two rings are very close but never touched.

Li Sinian sat on the side of the small sandbag, Fang Daichuan thought for a while, stood behind him, and rubbed his curly hair. He wanted to give him some comfort. I wonder if the other party can understand.

"I actually hated him when I was a kid," Li Sinian touched the bones under the yellow sand and said softly, "He always travels for a long time, and throws me to the neighbors in the neighborhood. When I was a child, I looked more like my mother. The color is light, and the pupils are also light. The children in the alley are always called the little foreign devils, little monsters. He thought I was young and didn't understand these, but I remember them clearly."

Fang Daichuan felt a little sour after hearing this: "How old were you then?"

Li Sinian looked up at the stars: "You are three or five years old, I haven't gone to school yet."

At that time, going to kindergarten was not very popular. The children ran happily in the alleys until they were old enough to enter the first grade.

"Then you remembered things early enough," Fang Daichuan tried to lighten up the topic, "I have a large section of my earliest memories in the second grade of elementary school. When I was young, there were only scattered fragments. Can't remember."

Li Sinian turned around and smiled, but did not answer.

"Are those older kids bullying you?" Fang Daichuan asked again.

"Not at all. There is a kid who treats me very well. I don’t like sweets. At that time, the alley sold the sour tricolor and orange candies. If the adult gave me, I changed hands and gave it to him. He was bought by me, and those older kids called him "doglegs"." He said and laughed, not knowing whether he was laughing at the naive group of older children or the dumb doglegs in memory.

Fang Daichuan recalled some fragments of his childhood. All he could think of was the old courtyard, the narrow alley, the older children stuck in the alley, and the old man pushing the cart to sell sundries. The orange sugar is like a lot of orange petals, lying in a glass jar, the orange petals are stained with white sugar particles; the acid tricolor is wrapped in transparent cellophane, colorful, thinking about it, I can’t remember the kind of candy taste.

It seems that every child’s childhood is similar and the same. His childhood is happier than Li Sinian, so the memory is not deep.

He asked: "Do you still hate him now?"

Li Si was silent for a long time, staring at the vague beacon in the distance, and said, "There is no hate or not. What I am attached to is only an answer. Apart from finding this so-called answer, I don't know what I should do. ."

"I don't know what to do?" Fang Daichuan was a little surprised, as if he was surprised how he heard from Li Sinian, "Have you finished college?"

Li Sinian smiled: "BA degree from the University of Southern California, major in film."

"Hey! Go with you!" Fang Daichuan was surprised, "I thought you would learn about firearms, finance, management, etc., it turned out to be art!"

Li Sinian stood up on the ground, bowed to his father's remains, and got up and walked away. His voice and steps were a bit tired, but not heavy: "I will be pleased if I have no food in the future. One day I will return to China to develop, and then I will invite you to be the leading actor."

"Then you should be very fighting spirit right now," Fang Daichuan persuaded from a distance behind him, "How can you say that you don't know what to do if you book a leading protagonist like me? Let's wait for us to go back. Let’s go to Qingdao to eat seafood first. I will introduce you to Deng and the person in charge of the Dragon Fruit Terrace. Let’s discuss making a movie together! I think you should be quite rich, your mother is not an evil capitalist lady Well, you always have money to invest in a movie! Let me tell you about the domestic movie situation. You will not lose money by investing in a martial arts drama. If you don’t understand martial arts dramas, action movies can always be fine... ..."

Fang Daichuan followed his footsteps and kept talking in his ears and chattering endlessly. Li Sinian drew his ears irritably, but didn't say a word to shut up.