Chuzheng also felt that she could still be rescued, so she decided to leave the ghost island and go to land.
After all, the good guy card also likes land...
Chuzheng's decision made the pirates very puzzled. She left, who would be in charge
Chuzheng never thought about this at all, her mission has been completed, whoever wants to be the master is the master...
But reality doesn't work.
If she wants to leave, she has to make arrangements.
The idiot of the second island owner was rejected by Chuzheng by one vote.
Zhuang Ping is not very good at taking on important matters, but Miyun is quite insidious and cunning, which is quite suitable.
But Miyun was not very happy to take over.
Of course, in the end Miyun had to accept it if he didn't accept it. Chuzheng left him a letter and left with Bu Qing and some pirates overnight.
Miyun: "… "
Too much! !
The parties have not agreed!
-
It took more than a month to travel from sea to land, and the symptoms of Chuzheng's body became more and more.
Bu Qing has changed quite a bit. Before, she always followed Chuzheng obediently, as a beautiful and thoughtless pet.
Now, he has made up his mind and learned to take care of Chuzheng.
After landing on land, Chu Zheng inquired about a well-known doctor.
It is a pity that I have searched all the way, and no one can say a useful way.
"According to what the girl said, the medicines you take are many and varied, and only the person who gave you the medicines knows about it. I forgive the old man's inability to do anything."
—You look again
Write down the next sentence.
"Hey..." The doctor shook his head.
Bu Qing still wanted to write, but Chu Zheng pulled him and took out a piece of silver: "Thank you. Let's go."
"No, the old man doesn't... girl." The doctor chased out with the money, Chu Zheng and Bu Qing had already boarded the carriage and left, how could the doctor's legs catch up.
In the carriage, the young man crouched on Chuzheng's legs with a sullen expression.
Chuzheng put his fingers on the back of his neck, rubbing the pulp of his fingers: "Where do you want to go to play?"
How could Bu Qing think about this, he shook his head, took out a piece of paper and unfolded it, pointing to the addresses and names that had not been ticked off.
There are several more, they can...
"Buqing, I don't want to waste this time." Chuzheng took the piece of paper away, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it out of the car. Buqing stood up abruptly, with the words 'what are you doing' written in his eyes.
Chuzheng said in a calm tone, "I want to take you to a place you like."
"… "
Bu Qing froze for a moment, then slowly sat back and hugged Chu Zheng.
-
The winter snow is melting, green shoots stick out from the branches, and the desolate world has a spring full of vitality.
Several carriages were driving slowly on a mountain road.
The curtain of the carriage in the middle was lifted, and the handsome-looking young man lay on the window and looked out.
"cough cough..."
Hearing the voice behind, the boy immediately lowered the curtain, returned to Chuzheng, and patted Chuzheng's back.
"It's okay." Chu Zheng took his hand and held it in his heart.
Bu Qing stared straight at her without blinking.
Chuzheng was unhappy when he looked at him, and said angrily, "Looking at me like this, do you want to kiss me?"
Step lightly: "… "
Step lightly nodded.
Chu Zheng raised his chin: "Give me the water."
Bu Qing poured a glass of water for Chu Zheng, Chu Zheng rinsed his mouth and leaned back slightly: "Come on."
Step lightly: "… "
-
The carriage gradually stopped, and someone knocked outside.
"Islander, rest here today."
"… Hmm." A vague voice came from the carriage, and it sounded a little wrong.
The person who asked the question was surprised that the door of the car was opened, and the boy came down wrapped in a snow-white cloak.
In the carriage, Chuzheng propped his head and leaned inside, covered with a thin blanket, so he couldn't see anything unusual.
They didn't dare to look any further, and quickly moved away to prepare things for the night.
Bu Qing took off his cape and started cooking skillfully. After a period of exploration, he could already make a lot of delicious food.
When Chuzheng is not sick, there is actually no problem, he can run and jump.
So when she was eating, she got out of the carriage by herself.
After eating, Chuzheng walked around the neighborhood, intending to go back to the carriage to lie down and continue working as a salted fish, but Bu Qing suddenly dragged her and pointed to the mountain.
"Want to go?"
- I want to go with you.
"Go then."
There should be many people going up the mountain near here, and it is not difficult to walk.
The stars and the moon are shining brightly, and the four fields are all wild.
Bu Qing supported Chu Zheng and walked up slowly. When he reached the top of the mountain, his eyes widened.
On the other side of the mountain, there is a village. At this time, the lights in the village are shining like a small cluster of firelights lit in the darkness.
Bu Qing spread the cloak on the ground, and the two of them lay on the ground, looking up at the stars in the sky.
Starlight sprinkled in the pupils of the two, like finely broken diamonds, reflecting the vast galaxy farther away.
"Step lightly."
Chu Zheng turned to look at the person beside him.
"Do you feel like you are living a real life?"
Bu Qing did not understand.
"Do you feel like you are here, living a real life? Is there a sense of illusion? Feeling that you don't belong here."
Bu lightly hooked Chuzheng's finger, pulled it over, and slowly wrote a few words.
-I belong to you.
Chuzheng said confidently: "Of course you belong to me. My problem is not this."
—When I met you… I didn’t feel it was real.
Chuzheng: "… "
Why is it not real to meet me
Give you one more chance, speak well!
—I always felt like I was dreaming, and one day I woke up and I was still a slave of the Zhou family.
He was really scared.
When I woke up one day, I was still the bullied slave, and there was no change in my life.
I have never met her myself.
Chuzheng grabbed his hand: "I'm here."
Bu Qing tilted his head and smiled at her.
The wind blew across the hills, bringing the coolness of the night and the atmosphere of fireworks in the world, and a lingering and sad tune faintly floated in the village.
-
Chuzheng's health is getting worse and worse, and he has almost no energy at the back. He guards him lightly, his face is pale, as if he is sick.
"What if I leave like this?"
Bu Qing lowered his head and didn't respond.
She said she was afraid of her own death, but he was also afraid of her death.
Bu Qing sniffed, raised his head, and with a well-behaved smile on his face, handed the warm soup to Chuzheng's lips.
Bu Qing did not dare to get too far from Chuzheng, and would occasionally wake up at night to check whether Chuzheng was still panting.
Chuzheng was so annoyed by him that he almost kicked him off a few times.
If it weren't for her physical hardware, she would have been beaten long ago!
On this day, Bu Qing slept a little for some reason. When she woke up the next day, she found that Chu Zheng's body temperature was not right.
He was stunned at first, and didn't move for a while.
Someone got up outside, and the sound of walking woke up with a light step, he recovered, and his trembling hands stretched out to Chuzheng's breath.
The blood on Bu Qing's face faded, her eyes widened, and there seemed to be mist and tears flowing inside, but they didn't flow down for a long time.
He just hugged him and sat there stiffly.
The morning sun rose, and the light gradually penetrated into the car.
Bu Qing and Chu Zheng didn't go out for a long time, and they knocked on the door but didn't respond. Some people felt strange and worried about what might happen, so they opened the door carefully.
Inside the car, the young man sitting in the shadows embraced the person in his arms, weeping silently, the scene was inexplicably shocking, and the people outside were frozen there.
They have seen many people who are desperate, scared, and suffering, but... they have never felt the same sadness in those people.
But they felt it at Bu Qing.
He didn't cry so hard, but it made people feel like he was being pulled all over, pain and sadness silently pouring out of his tears, drowning him.
Bu Qing sat for a day and a night, and the people outside didn't dare to move rashly.
Day three.
Some people found that there was no one in the car, leaving only a letter and some silver tickets, let them disperse on their own, or go back to the ghost island.
Since then, no one has seen Bu Qing again.
Many years later, pirates are still prevalent at sea, and they have resumed their old style. The only thing that remains unchanged is the black flag, which is always floating on the sea.