Without shoes, Hua Rong walks barefoot on the beach, her body is still in torn clothes, although the main part is covered, most of her arms are exposed.
She just walks out slowly, first in the door frame, quietly in silence, no one else is around. Last night’s revelry seems to be a dream, those fierce criminals, as if the devil’s bottle of smoke, has been retrieved.
The sea breeze blows with a fresh breath, the island is in silence in the morning because of the sound of various birds, she makes up her mind and goes out.
Outside, there are rows and rows of tall coconut trees, and a large bush of plantain, unlike those seen in the garden, completely the kind of rugged seaside. And the side of the mountain wall is another scene, full of alpine grass.
The early morning sun is not hot, with bare feet on the sand, she looks down, the beach sand is fine and white, if it’s not the feeling of solid, she almost can’t tell whether it is white snow or sand.
In a concave line, the water is very shallow, only over her calves, she walks over and sits down in the middle of the alcove, there is no cover in front and behind, and from the front, you can see the boundless ocean, infinite. She simply stands up, puts up her toes, and tries to look at the place where the sun rises.
The sea is clearly divided into three colors, the light green of the shoots, the dark green of the bitter tea, and the endless blue. There is no slightest transition between the three colors .
There is an itchy feeling on her foot, she brushes it with her hand, it turns out to be a small crab crawling, fortunately the iron tongs are not enough to sting, she holds it in her hand to see, and suddenly hears a “eat eat” sound.
She looks to the left of the stone back, only to see a small boy with a large basket in his hand, who is there to pick crabs, and has picked a basket full of crabs.
The boy is about eight or nine years old, very thin, like a bean sprout, carrying a basket far bigger than his body.
At this time, the boy also finds someone on the stone, startled, looks up, full of panic, there is a scar on his face. This child has incomparable eyebrows, especially the eyes. The girl has almost never seen such a pair of clear and innocent eyes, just one look, makes people feel that the world should be a beautiful world.
She smiles: “Little brother, what is your name? How old are you?”
The little boy sees a gentle face of a young girl, removes his fear, and says back: “My name is Yue Pengju ……13 years old ……”
It turns out that he is 13 years old, estimated to be extremely malnourished, so the size is not tall.
He thinks about it and looks up at her very seriously: “Sister, what about you? What’s your name?”
“Hua Rong, my name is Hua Rong.”
“Hua-Rong-” the little boy says word by word, with his finger on the boulder, “are these two words?”
“My mother taught me, I know a few …… sister, and you?”
Hua Rong smiles: “I also know a few ……”
The word “a” has not yet fallen, ankles are clamped, her body shakes, and is almost pulled into a stone like arms, the devilish voice sounds in her ear: “Ha ha ha, your name is Hua Rong? I thought you will not say what your name is for the rest of your life ….. Hua Rong? Not a good name either ……”
Hua Rong struggles desperately, Yue Pengju sees this fierce god is also very frightened, Qin Shang Cheng kicks his basket to the ground: “brat, go to work, and then dare not be lazy, the master will tear down your body ribs one by one and feed the king’s ears …… get out… …”
Qin Shang Cheng does not have time to look at the little teenager , there is a toy in front of him, suddenly her body is thrown into the air and when its about to fall into the water, he catches it: “This is your punishment, who told you not to tell me the name, but to tell a brat?”
Hua Rong is dazzling, his hand loosens,and this time, she falls into the seawater “fluttering”, she can not be collected, she even drinks a few mouthfuls of seawater before climbing up, gurgling and vomiting a few mouthfuls, her face is blue, her lips are white, and can not easily stand, she turns around and runs to the shore.
Qin Shang Cheng laughs when he sees her wretched appearance, he takes a few steps to catch up with her and catches her with long hands and feet, the two stop at a huge coconut tree: “Hey, sit with me here for a while ……”
He pulls her to sit on the ground, her wet clothes are sticking on her body and all the curves are exposed. She is ashamed and anxious, but can not escape, she can only fall on the snow-white sand. She closes her eyes, wishing she had never been born into this terrible world.
He lowers his head, and then, with his palm on her wet clothes, he can not even clearly feel the buds trembling.
The Sunlight quietly sprinkles on the beach and on the back of her feet, he looks at the pair of slender feet, full of strength and beauty. The dynasty aristocratic women wrapped their feet, she did not wrap her feet, it is certain that she is not from the noble family, and she is also different from the military general who was killed, who is she?
The sunlight soon dries her clothes, fluffing them on her body, hiding the previous wretchedness. She just closes her eyes tightly, does not know whether she is afraid of bad luck or has resolved to bear all the misfortune.
She looks like a lamb to be slaughtered, which also stimulates Qin Shang Cheng, he leans one side on top of her and opens his mouth wide, covering her mouth completely . When he releases her, both mouths have blood, it is not clear whether it is his or hers, only to see her try to sit up a little, fiercely:”Remember, if I do not die, I will kill you for revenge. “
“Haha, I don’t know how many women I have had, if they all seek revenge on me, even if I have 100 lives, it will not be enough, you better save it ……”
He sounds contemptuous, he grabs her hair, and under the sun, her hair is like snow-white sand on the ground reflected as if ebony glow.
He tightens his grip and adds a little more force: “You want to kill me, right? I’ll let you live and die first ……”
The scalp aches for a while and then begins to numb, Hua Rong is grabbed back by the head, half kneeling on the ground, she condescends to: “still want to kill me?”
Her head tilts to the left to avoid his turbulent air, so her hair is pulled tighter, one by one, as if all the hair is going to fall out. She forces herself to struggle, and goes to bite his hand, but before she can touch it, the huge magic palm moves away.