At that time he was obsessed with her, and she was obsessed with him. They adore each other's looks, body and soul. When they parted, the two hugged tightly at the airport. Xu Pengcheng said that in two years, if Ye Fei can't get a scholarship from the United States, they will get married. Although the life of accompanying students will be harder, it is better than a long separation.
Up to now, his pampering eyes, gentle words, and hugs with all his strength seemed to surround her, but he didn't know when they had been entrusted to others. Ye Fei couldn't get used to the breathing tube, so he held his breath and dived into the water, embraced by the wide ocean, closed his eyes, and swayed with the warm waves. It wasn't until chest tightness and shortness of breath that he rushed out of the water and floated on his back.
She took another deep breath, turned her body, and slanted forward among the corals several meters deep, and a sea turtle swam leisurely. Ye Fei held his breath, dived into the water, and ran after him. The turtles paddled the water without rushing, swimming deeper. The pressure on her ears was getting heavier and stronger, she resisted, and bowed to the depths again, only to feel a sharp tingling of eardrums, and half of her cheeks were pulled tight and swollen. She dared not chase anymore, swayed her body, swam quickly to the surface, paddled the water back to the beach, her ears were still prickly, and her ears were painful.
Ye Fei picked up the bath towel draped on the branch and wiped his face indiscriminately. She subconsciously glanced at the backpack hung on the tree, and she couldn't help being shocked. All the zippers of the backpack were unzipped, and the sunglasses and room key fell on the sand. Ye Fei didn't care to dry her body, and rushed forward to check it carefully. Her back felt cold—two things were missing, her wallet, and the key to the motorcycle.
This is a secluded beach in the southern part of the island, and there are basically no tourists. Ye Fei sat sadly on the dead wooden stake, lowered his head, and found that there was only one flip-flop left. Instead, she couldn't cry at this time. She laughed and laughed at herself, thinking: I told you to be so literary and complained about running to the beach, and what kind of old love farewell ceremony. Good now, how to survive on the island is a big problem.
When people are in an embarrassing situation, the emotions of hurting the spring and sadness have dissipated. After all, solving food and clothing is the most important thing.
Thinking this way, Ye Fei felt at ease. She put on her clothes and did not wear shoes at all. She carried the only flip-flops and flippers in her hands, stepped on the sandy road by the side of the road, and walked back slowly under the blazing tropical sun. Even if she tried to avoid the hot asphalt road, the soles of her feet were still hot, and the whole person seemed to be burnt on an iron plate. After walking three or four hundred meters, her eyes lit up and saw another flip flop lying alone in the grass on the side of the road. Ye Fei didn't care that the soles of his feet were hot, and jumped across the asphalt road, picking up the flip-flops, like a treasure.
She put on her shoes, returned to the road, raised her chest and head, and strode forward, as if even the sun was not so venomous. In so many days, Ye Fei felt relaxed and happy for the first time, and he only recovered for a lost slipper.
Ye Fei lost her motorcycle and her bank card along with her wallet. Fortunately, there were two US dollar bills left in the room. She walked on the unobstructed highway for more than an hour, and the back of her feet was worn out by the thin strip of flip-flops, and she stopped a three-wheeled motorcycle on the side of the road.
When she reappeared at the Monkey Bar, she was unkempt and staggered, looking very embarrassed. Song Xi greeted him: "Are you okay? Why do you look exhausted." Ye Fei waved his hand: "Don't mention... I have to see your boss, and I have to go to the police station."
Several ferries depart from the island to the mainland in the afternoon, and the motorcycles have long since ended. The police asked a few words carelessly, knowing that she had not lost her passport, and simply wrote a note and asked Ye Fei to sign the matter. When she left the house, she asked what she was most concerned about, how much this little Qingqi was worth.
The police shrugged: "If it's a new car, it can cost a few hundred to a thousand dollars."
Ye Fei squeezed the only two green tickets left in his pocket, and thought to himself, this is obviously too much to pay, is it necessary to use beauty to buy Songxi, let him help steal the passport, and then leave under the cover of the night Island
Back at the bar, she was still wandering around the world, Song Xi waved to her: "Come here, Mr. Zheng is here."
Mr. Zheng is of local Chinese descent. His Chinese name is Zheng Yunchang. He is in his forties and looks very kind. In addition to Monkey Bar, he also opened a restaurant and a small travel agency on the island. He said that the motorcycle is insured and part of the compensation can be paid. If depreciation is included, the compensation reported to Ye Fei is two hundred dollars.
"I only have two hundred dollars left." Ye Fei confessed truthfully, "and the bank card is lost, and the ticket is two weeks later. You can't change it..."
"You keep this money first." Zheng Yunchang pushed the US dollars back to her. "You can ask family or friends to remit money to you from China in two or three days, although the handling fee is higher..."
Ye Fei hesitated: "We have to worry about them."
Zheng Yunchang smiled: "If you don't mind the poor accommodation conditions, you can come to my shop to help. Include board and lodging, as well as wages."
Songxi followed Ye Fei back to the hotel to take her luggage, and took her to the staff dormitory. He was always happy on the road: "If I ask you, don't you tell me, now I know where you live."
Ye Fei stared at him fiercely: "Don't be glib, I'm not in that mood."
Not far from the bar is a row of two-story simple wooden houses, where the two employees share a room. There is no bed in the dormitory, and there is a soft cushion on the left and right floors. There is no air conditioner. There is an old-fashioned fan on the wall, shaking his head and creaking. The room was humid and sultry, filled with the smell of wood hair and mildew, Ye Fei always felt that a mushroom would grow in the corner of the wall.
Inda, who lives with her, works in the dining room. She is thin and has round black eyes. Ye Fei probably recounted what happened during the day, and she couldn't help nodding her head, showing a sympathetic look.
Boss Zheng explained to Ye Fei that the work is not heavy. When the ferry arrives at the pier every morning and noon, he brings a stack of flyers to the tourists who have just disembarked; he goes to the bar to clean up at night, and if the travel agency comes to Chinese tourists, help to solicit. About business.
During the day there is still a lot of time for yourself.
Under Songxi's guidance, Ye Fei found a hidden beach that could be reached within 20 to 30 minutes on foot. At low tide every day, a narrow white sand beach will be exposed under the steep limestone mountain wall, which needs to climb seven or eight meters down from the side of the road. The tropical plants next to the cliff are flourishing, and the huge leaves are dripping with emerald color. The sea in front of it is shades of blue, and the sun shines down like transparent glass.
When Ye Fei is in the clear water, he always thinks of "The Daughter of the Sea" written by Andersen. "In the distance of the sea, the water is so blue, like the most beautiful cornflower petals, and at the same time so clear, like the brightest glass... The first morning after his wedding will bring her to death and make her Become a sea foam."
Ye Fei thought, coming to the island stubbornly was already considered stubborn. This theft may be an arrangement of heaven, and it is the salvation of the soul to work hard and hungry. Otherwise, she might slide into the abyss that will never be restored and become foam on the sea.
Zheng Yunchang trusts Ye Fei very much, knowing that she is in graduate school, so she is responsible for the bar collection and accounting, and Songxi concentrates on bartending. Ye Fei knows the story, always staring at the drawer where the cash is stored. Songxi laughed that she was too nervous, saying that there were familiar faces nearby, and at most wine bugs came to drink, and the loss of money had never happened. Ye Fei was not convinced, and repeatedly emphasized that the heart of defensiveness was indispensable, and her theft was a lesson from the past.
Sure enough, he saw a raw face in the bar the next day, he walked over and started to fiddle with the computer in the shop. Ye Fei rushed forward, smiled perfunctorily, and asked him to come out. The man in front of him was a head taller than her, and he looked down at people with great pressure, his voice was low, and his tone was disdainful: "The song you played is too boring." He still speaks English.
The face in front of him looked a little familiar, and he lightly picked the corner of one side of his mouth, with a sneer. It was the man who was sweeping the floor outside the dive shop that day.
"Sorry, not my choices." Ye Fei stood in front of him, "Any suggestions, speak to the boss. And here (here), She pointed to the bar, "Staff only." She thought, don't you like short sentences, as you wish.
The other party was stunned for a moment, curled his lips, stared at her with a smile, and said every word: "I am the boss (I am the boss)."
Song Xi, who has been busy greeting guests, has long seen the deadlocked two people. When he was free, he hurried over to complete the game: "Fei, this is Mr. Zheng's partner, KCTan. In fact, he is the big boss of the bar."
"It's also the owner of the motorcycle." The man in front of him smiled playfully, stretched out his hand, and said in plain Chinese, "Chen Jiajun, lucky to meet."
Song Xi took a glass, filled it with ice cubes, took a bottle of Havana Club seven-year rum from the wine rack, filled it and handed it to Chen Jiajun. He raised a toast: "Let's go together." Songxi happily took out two more cups, poured wine, and added half a glass of Coke to Ye Fei's cup, pushed it in front of her, blinked, and said: " Cuba Libre (Free Cuba)."
Ye Fei was about to pick it up, suddenly a hand stretched out in front of him, pushing away the wine glass on the bar. "No spirits for her." Chen Jiajun said lightly, taking out a can of soda from the freezer and placing it in front of her without any explanation.
"Stingy." Ye Fei murmured in a low voice.
Chen Jiajun drank the wine without squinting, and continued to say in English: "I lost my motorcycle last time, and you lost the shop when I was drunk." His tone was plain, but he spoke smoothly and clearly, without any local accent.
"No, no," Songxi said, "Faey worked very hard."
"Are you sure she's not eating for nothing?" Chen Jiajun glanced at her again, "Jasmine is going to renew her visa, will she be back in two days?"
Songxi replied: "She said it will be another day or two." Repeatedly, "Faey worked very hard."
Chen Jiajun's brows were twisted together: "It's very simple. To fill your stomach, you have to work." He raised his chin to Ye Fei, "Tomorrow, go to the diving shop to help, 7:30."
He looked arrogant and arrogant, Ye Fei wanted to say something against him, but thinking that now that he has food and shelter, the other party did not force her to pay the debt immediately. My identity is no longer a customer, but an employee who owes money to the boss. There is no stance on the conditions. Although he was depressed, he kept turning the soda can, but finally endured it and responded dullly.
She has been eating at the Monkey Bar these days. Songxi bought all kinds of curry and fried chicken from the nearby market, put them in small plastic bags, wrapped them in oil paper and rice, and mixed them with dried fish and cucumbers. , Onion, good quality and cheap, is an authentic local taste. But Ye Fei didn't eat much. Every time he chewed, he felt a dull pain at the joint between the root of his right ear and cheek. When she slept sideways at night, there was a faint fluid flowing out. She was worried that it was otitis media, but she was almost penniless except for the two hundred dollars to pay off her debt. She tugged at her ears, and there seemed to be no signs of deterioration, so she simply ignored it.
When I was eating at night, I thought of working under Chen Jiajun for two weeks. I didn't know how much fire would be going on, and I immediately felt more pain in my ears. She sighed, only feeling uncertain about her future.
Ye Fei went out at a quarter past seven. There were no tourists on the beach, and most of the shops hadn't opened yet. After a few minutes of walking, the dive shop, the door is still locked. She walked up the steps and looked around, not forgetting to drag the flip-flops on the beach. Looking up, I saw the name of the dive shop, Scuba Libre, a large string of letters painted in red and white stripes. She read it twice, Scuba Libre, Scuba Libre, always feeling a bit familiar. Thinking of the glass of wine that Songxi pushed over yesterday, Liberty Cuba suddenly realized that the name of the shop was originally a homonym of Cuba Libre, and I couldn't help laughing in my heart. The boss also said that he was afraid that others would get drunk. Isn't he a drunkard
A white board was hung in the glass door with a table drawn on it. Ye Fei went up and looked at it. It should be the diving arrangement within a few days of the dive shop. Many people's names were listed with different colored pens. She couldn't understand, so she retreated. The half-person-high wooden frame next to the platform was carrying a row of round holes. She wanted to put metal gas cylinders for diving. Ye Fei leaned on the shelf, a little nervous.
At half past seven, a man and a woman walked side by side. The man is a local, with a shaved head, a scar on his right cheek, extending from the corner of his eyes to the cheekbones, and his complexion is stern. He glanced at Ye Fei without saying hello, took out the key and opened the door. The woman is European and American, she is slim, with long golden hair loosely swaying behind her head, and her light green eyes are full of smiles. She waved enthusiastically and walked over and said, "Hey, are you the girl who lost the motorcycle?"
Ye Fei was a little embarrassed: "Yes, I was too careless."
"Unfortunately, most of the time, this island is pretty safe." She stretched out her hand, "I'm Chloe."
"My name is Fei." Ye Fei shook hands with her, blurting out the content of oral practice, "It's nice to meet you."
"Me too." Chloe laughed. "I am glad that there is another girl in the store. I have to go to teach every day. When I am away, men never know how to keep the store clean." She shook her head exaggeratedly. .
"Hey, this is slander." Chen Jiajun didn't know when he stood behind them. "I'm also sweeping the floor and wiping the table. But there are always some people who don't follow the rules and make a mess." He said, he looked down Look at Ye Fei's feet.
Ye Fei raised his chin triumphantly, indicating that he had dragged the flip-flops under the steps.
"You are the boss, how can I criticize you?" Chloe shrugged and turned to Ye Fei. "This is definitely the best dive shop on the island. You will fall in love with it! It's just that we have three poker faces in our shop. Boss," she raised her thumb, pointed at Chen Jiajun behind her, and looked at the bald man who came with her, "My boyfriend, Scar; and Uncle Wenka, our boatman. But don’t worry, Wen. Uncle Ka is not good at English, and Scar doesn't like to talk, boss, he is just pretending to be cool."
Chen Jiajun scowled, "Chloe, you said too much, the students will be here soon."
"I just told the truth." She smiled briskly and said to Ye Fei, "Welcome to the dive shop. I'm going to sea first, and I'll talk again when I come back!"
Although Chloe said that the boss is pretending to be cool, Ye Fei and him are not so close yet. She was about to ask Chen Jiajun what she needed to do. A European tourist came over and greeted Chen Jiajun enthusiastically, saying that he was leaving the island in the next few days and came to the store to check out. Chen Jiajun took him to the inner office, leaving Ye Fei alone to stand on the spot. She looked around, Scar and Chloe were busy finishing their gear. Chloe had been talking about something, speaking very fast, with exaggerated gestures, and burst into laughter without saying a few words. Scar barely answered, but nodded occasionally, but he raised his head in a funny way, looked at Chloe intently, smiled, and the scar on his face was not so hideous anymore.
Ye Fei used to be very familiar with the soft eyes full of petting. Feeling sad in her heart, she turned around and walked around the shop to the backyard. Just after turning the corner, she almost collided with a shirtless middle-aged man. He has a dark complexion, a beard, and looks very strong, carrying a diving cylinder in each hand. He stopped hurriedly and said "Sorry" repeatedly.
Ye Fei waved his hand quickly: "It's really okay. My name is Fei, and from today, I will come to the store to help."
"Oh, I know." He put down the gas cylinder and rubbed his hand on his beach pants. "My name is Wenka."
Ye Fei shook his hand and said, "I'll help you."
Wenka waved her hand again and again, said a series of "No", took the gas cylinder and strode away.