Eighty-fourth bowl of soup (6)
There is nothing wrong with dedicating oneself to beliefs and ideals, but there is nothing wrong with wanting to live.
It's very simple, isn't it
Qing Huan's attitude was frank and sincere, and as soon as she finished speaking, Owen jumped up in front of her, making love with his hands: "As expected, Miss Qing Huan is my favorite, but she is different from others!"
Qing Huan was not frightened by him, but instead smiled: "Seeing that you are so energetic, I am relieved."
Owen made a moved expression: "So Miss Qing Huan has been worried about me? Ah, does it mean that Miss Qing Huan is ready to accept my love?"
The blue eyes seem to reflect the sea and blue sky. Of course, Qing Huan knows that this is just Owen's habitual behavior. As he said, he likes women and only women, and at the same time he hates men extremely. Can't get rid of it. Of course she likes him too, but this is a love between friends, it has nothing to do with the love between men and women. In fact, she felt that Owen's love for her might not be true, but more like yearning and persistence for some beautiful things—probably because in his life, all the people who hurt him were men.
Before Qing Huan could answer, Owen was pulled away by Nick's collar from behind. He also maintained a cool expression when teaching the crew, nodded to Qing Huan, threw Owen aside, and then lay down again not far from Qing Huan. Owen was afraid that Nick would not dare to come over, so he had to cover his heart to Qing Huan and make a bloody expression, and then was called by Lance to the cabin to discuss the next route.
Only Qing Huan and Nick were left on the deck. She looked up at the sky, seagulls were circling above her head, the sea breeze blew her long black hair up, her skirt fluttered in the wind, and the boundless sea was mysterious and beautiful, which was inexplicable.
"Scared?"
"...Huh?" Qing Huan was taken aback for a moment before realizing that Nick was talking to herself. From her boarding to the present, the number of times the two of them talked can be counted on one's fingers, and sometimes when they met on the boat, Nick would just nod to her, never leaning forward to her like Owen, nor like Lance and Joe asked her to chat. On this boat, the only thing that Qing Huan couldn't understand was Nick. It stands to reason that he is a wanted criminal who committed a heinous crime, colluded with the enemy 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 felt... It's not what I thought it would be at all.
It's like they passed through a small island before and met a shepherd whose farm had been robbed. He was being besieged by the landlord's thugs because he wanted to return to the farm. In fact, they didn't need to meddle in this nosy business at all, but Nick not only taught the group of people a lesson, but also helped the shepherd take back his farm. In the end, he didn't confiscate any payment, and returned to the ship as if nothing happened.
It happened that it was Qing Huan's turn to disembark with him to buy daily necessities that day, and she followed him, but after returning to the boat, he didn't say anything, as if this kind of thing was as simple and natural as breathing and drinking water.
Later, Qing Huan told Qiao, Qiao rolled her eyes with a smile, and told her: Our captain is a kind person at all.
Although he looks fierce and unapproachable, he is actually a really gentle person on this ship. He was the one who took in Owen who had escaped from the human snake boat and was covered in bruises; he was the one who saved Lance who was driven out of his hometown as a monster and drifted on the sea in a boat; at the same time, he was the one who kept the homeless and alone Joe by his side. .
But about himself, he never said.
The origin of the scars on his face, his great strength, the infamy he bears...he didn't say anything about it.
If you really want to say it, Lance is a notorious traitor, the most despised kind of person, because he can't live in the country, he wanders on the sea, pretending to be adventurous, and wants to go to the other side of the world.
Qing Huan was fascinated by the thought for a while, and it took a while to realize that the fear Nick mentioned should refer to the scene where they killed people before lunch. She smiled slightly and said, "I haven't witnessed it with my own eyes, so there's nothing to be afraid of."
"Aren't you afraid of getting on a pirate ship?"
She laughed out loud, "If I got on a pirate ship, I wouldn't be alive, but I'm living a very good life now, the captain is a good man, so don't deliberately scare me."
Nick put his hands behind his head, his eyes stared at Qing Huan, Qing Huan realized that his black eyes seemed to have a little purple light under the light, deep and far away. At this moment, these extremely cold eyes were staring at her, with unknown meaning. She moved a little uneasy, the corner of Nick's mouth curled slightly, and Qing Huan suddenly seemed to discover a new world: "You laughed!"
"I don't."
"Yes, I saw it!" Although it was fleeting, it was indeed a smile. "I don't understand, why are you laughing at me?"
Nick closed his eyes: "Nothing."
It was impossible to chat with such a person at all, so Qing Huan didn't force her, and still looked up into the distance. At this moment, it seemed that the whole world had become quiet. She closed her eyes to feel all this, and felt that this world was quite troublesome. There were not many normal people on this boat, including her.
"A few questions, can I ask?"
Nick still closed his eyes, and hummed softly as an answer, not saying yes or no.
"Qing Huan Quan" means capable. She turned to look at him and put one hand on the deck: "Are those people just now Owen's enemies?"
"yes."
In fact, even if she didn't ask Qing Huan, she got information from the few words she heard, but she still couldn't bear to believe it. "How old was Owen when you met him?"
"Hmm... Eleven or twelve years old, I don't remember clearly, I never asked. She looks thin and can be blown away by a gust of wind, but her eyes are very bright." Nick, who is so talkative, seldom uttered such a long string of sub-words. Qing Huan thought, all the things he had said to her since he realized it may not be as much as today. "He doesn't remember who he is, and he doesn't remember where he came from. He probably belonged to a boy or girl who was trafficked by smugglers. His parents had already been sold."
In such a place, with such a good appearance, it is self-evident what will happen.
"I have escaped countless times, been captured countless times, suffered countless injuries, and still want to live." Nick said word by word, "Isn't this what people should be like? To live."
Owen is now twenty-two years old, about ten years ago, Qing Huan stared at Nick for a while, unable to imagine what he should have been like ten years ago.
"At that time, I was lying on a small boat, drifting with the wind, regardless of the waves, and I would die wherever I thought. If I hadn't met Owen, I would have died a long time ago." Because at that time, he had completely lost his ability to live. hope.
"Yes, yes, Miss Qing Huan, in fact, if you want to know, you can directly ask me. What do you want to do with Nick? He is as incomprehensible as a piece of wood." Owen appeared from the side resentfully, and put Qing Huan was taken aback, and glared at Nick by the way, "Don't speak ill of me in front of Miss Qing Huan, thank you. Do you think you were very temperamental when you saved me? There is such a long scar on your face, bloody and bloody It's scary to look at, I can't see what it looks like, lying half dead on the boat, with half of my body still dragging in the sea water - it's God's blessing not to be bitten to death by sharks."
Nick has never been a face-saving person. After being exposed by Owen ten years ago, he just snorted and kept silent. After a while, he started snoring. Owen sat down next to Qing Huan, held her soft little hand sincerely, and said while wiping her oil, "It's all about old sesame seeds and rotten millet. I didn't actually get away until I was nearly drowned and I met Nick, who lazily dragged me to the boat and killed whoever came to get me, and that's how I became his crew to this day .”
Then Owen showed a tearless expression: "Miss Qinghuan, do you know? How small is that boat?" He stretched out his hand and compared, "It's just that small! I can't stretch my legs when I go up! Can you Do you understand that feeling? After finally escaping from the hell on earth, and meeting a bloody ugly ghost and murderer in the blink of an eye, how much trauma will it cause to a child's heart?"
He easily uttered that period of despair as a relaxed past, because his hatred had been eliminated, and he wanted to live a better life—to live a truly happy life. He experienced that kind of past, not because he would be haunted by hatred and self-loathing for the rest of his life, but because he wanted to live an upright life without wronging himself.
Qing Huan glanced at Nick, um, indeed, the wound is healed and it still looks scary. You can imagine what it would be like when you were first injured. Think about it, Owen just escaped and was still in shock. Seeing such a scary and weird looking guy - it is really too exciting for children, there should be a mosaic here.
So she looked at Owen with pity: "Thank you for your hard work."
Owen was immediately moved: "Miss Qing Huan is really gentle and considerate. To stay on this ship, I think it must be God's blessing that I will meet Miss Qing Huan! Otherwise, with such a captain, I should have jumped off the ship long ago!"
As he spoke, he secretly kicked Nick.
As soon as this kick came down, Nick, who was still snoring a second ago, immediately punched him, and then Qing Huan watched them fight on the deck helplessly and funny. Lance and Joe came out with fishing tackle to find her to fish together. She stopped paying attention to those two people who were having fun.
When the fishing was over and dinner was settled, Nick and Owen were lying on the deck with bruises and swollen faces. Nick was still staring at Owen, and Owen hugged Qinghuan's thigh pitifully, begging for comfort and caress with tears streaming down his face. Qing Huan bent down and rubbed his blond hair, and he meowed like a cat, without any morals.