✔️ They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes (MTL )

Chapter 86: End of text

The cruise departs at the end of the month.

The weather was so good that day, the sky was blue and empty, and the sea and the sky met at the end.

The cool breeze swept across the side of the boat, bringing fresh and moist water vapor. The sea is romantic, and the seabirds shuttle in the wind, and the sound is crisp.

The coolest part of summer has passed, and the sun is no longer hot, but it is still exceptionally bright. Sprinkled in the sparkling waves, showing a particularly bright and warm little bit of gold.

The whistle sounded long and slowly, and the cruise ship left the port accompanied by the bell ringing, cutting snow-white waves on the sea.

Xiang Luan was so excited that he ran around all over the deck, standing on the balcony of their room with a guitar on his back, wide-eyed looking at the scene outside the window.

People who have always lived by the sea must be no strangers to the sea, but they may not be familiar with the feeling of going out to sea by boat.

When the ship leaves the shore, all sides become the blue of the sea - this blue will change with the different angles of the light, sometimes it will become a clearer and more transparent green, and sometimes it seems that there is sunlight dissolved in it, and it will become warm and shallow. brown.

At the moment when the cruise ship completely leaves the port, it gradually disappears into the pier behind it, which will actually bring very subtle unease.

This is probably a human instinct related to survival. Because the familiar land is far away, and the sea is on all sides. Those continuous waves stretched far and wide, as if there was no end.

Fang Hang came over and patted his head: "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that the sea is really big, but I didn't think it was on the shore, but now it looks so big." Xiang Luan regained his senses and rubbed the back of his head, "I'm thinking."

He was a little abrupt and suddenly silent. After a while, he was amused again: "I'm thinking about being lucky."

Xiang Luan didn't say anything further, Fang Hang didn't ask, just walked over to him and put his hand on top of his head.

Xiang Luan wanted to open his throat and shout. He stuck his head out and looked at the balconies on the left and right, and was embarrassed to shout, and finally took off the guitar.

He took the guitar out of the bag, touched the special sign cherishly, found a place to sit, and plucked the strings twice.

The sound of the violin was scattered in the sea breeze, and immediately the flying seabirds responded.

Human beings always have a self-protection mechanism. The more uncomfortable they are, the more they have to grit their teeth and endure it. The more afraid they are, the more they refuse to admit it.

Probably only when it was the most reassuring and relaxing time, did the lingering fear finally come up like a tide.

After playing the piano to Luan for a while, he grinned and rubbed the back of his head with a smile.

...fortunately.

If it was like the most feared situation, he would sing at sea now, and he would probably be able to grin and howl from the first string to the last.

At that time, I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak clearly, I was still singing, and the tears could directly drown the guitar.

Fortunately, they can chat and sing to his brother while talking and laughing here.