Chen Jiajun moved in another direction and patted the grass in front of him: "Come here a bit, the sun has moved to your side."
Sure enough, her shoulders had fallen out of the shadow of the tree, and she was a little hot from the sun.
Ye Fei remembered the plot just now, and felt embarrassed: "I, I'm thirsty."
"I was walking in a hurry and forgot to buy water." He got up, "There are 7-11 nearby."
Ye Fei was a little upset, she hadn't waited enough.
They each bought a cup of iced coffee and stood in the shade under the eaves, drinking silently.
Chen Jiajun asked: "Where else do you want to go?"
"Are you anxious to go back? Then let's go back to the store."
He shook his head: "It's all right today. Look at you."
Ye Fei felt warm.
They had already circled to the other side of the island, not far from where she met Ruoyu. Ye Fei asked: "Songxi is not a Muslim, right?"
"No."
"Then he believes in Buddhism?"
"You can say so."
"I remember there is a Guanyin statue nearby and I want to go bye bye."
Chen Jiajun knew that the Guanyin statue must have been built by the Chinese, and the locals did not worship it. But he didn't say much, put on his helmet: "I know there, let's go."
The white Buddha statue was very dazzling in the sun. A swallow stopped on the shoulder of Guanyin Master, and when he saw someone approaching, he flew away with chirps.
Ye Fei took off his helmet, put it under the steps, walked to the statue of Buddha, put his hands together, and worshiped reverently. She meditated in her heart, Bodhisattva, I usually do not respect the Buddha, nor have I recited the "Diamond Sutra" and "Death Mantra", but you are compassionate and save all living beings. I hope you can help Songxi to go to the Pure Land. If there is an afterlife, I hope he is kind and upright and peaceful.
Ye Fei repeated it several times, his heart was empty, and he was a little dazed when he opened his eyes. Turning around, Chen Jiajun leaned on the motorcycle and looked over quietly from the side of the road. She felt at ease in her heart.
The strap of the helmet was a little loose, and Ye Fei wanted to tighten it up. Chen Jiajun took it over, fixed it two or three times, and buckled it on her head to help her fasten the buckle. He said, "Now that I'm here, go see two old friends with me."
"Okay, who is it?"
"My artist master." He laughed. "When I first came to the island, I did everything, such as mixing drinks, serving dishes, teaching English, and helping with painting."
A home appeared nearby. Chen Jiajun slowed down the speed of the motorcycle and turned a corner in front of a convenience store not far away. Several souvenir shops appeared on the side of the road. There were two lush trees in front of a row of bungalows. One household made handicrafts, and the front door was filled with gadgets commonly found in the local market; another household had a rope pulled from the eaves to the big tree, and there were many batik paintings hanging on it. The one at the end is a common local gallery. There are no imitations of world famous paintings. Most of them are common local elements, such as Buddha statues, lotus flowers, elephants, etc. The painting style is simple and elegant, without a strong commercial atmosphere. Two rows of plantains were planted outside the gallery door, and the lotus stems of the pavilion were erected in the edged water tank, with pink bones on them. A white cat stood by the tank lightly and took a sip of water, raised his head, and looked at the stranger in front of him vigilantly.
"This is my friend Mani." He scratched the white cat's chin. "It means'come' in the local language. You can ask her to come."
The owner of the gallery heard the sound, and the couple turned out from the back hall, saw Chen Jiajun, walked up to hug him warmly, and exchanged a few words in local language.
"This is Faey, my friend, from China." He changed his English introduction, "These two are the best local artists, Langley and Surin."
The couple dressed similarly. They both wore linen gowns, with their long hair tied in a bun on top of their heads, and pinned them with a wooden hairpin, except that Langley still had a beard. Surin looked gentle and kind, and Langley looked fairy-like.
Their English is not good, but they are all kind and curious about Ye Fei. Su Lin eagerly pulled her to ask about where she came from, how long she had known Chen Jiajun, and how long she would stay on the island.
Ye Fei answered one by one.
"Let's talk while eating, you guys are just right!" Langley took out a steamer from the back hall, half a pot of small clams were cooked in it, and ginger and lemongrass were still floating in the soup. He put the pot on the stone table in front of the door, Su Lin took a few bowls, poured sweet and spicy sauce, and greeted Ye Fei, "Come on, eat together."
"Thank you." Ye Fei walked over and sat down. The little clams were very sweet. She turned around and waved at the white cat, "Mani, call you, let's eat together."
Everyone laughed.
A string of paper lanterns hung on the branches of the big tree. The flexible seats where a few people sat were made from scrap motorcycle tires and steel plates. Chen Jiajun pointed them to Ye Fei one by one. These are the craftsmanship of that big brother Hu.
"Also, look at their paintings." He said, "Many galleries are nothing more than imitating. They are really creating."
"KC is very smart and knows everything." Langley commented, "He went to open a dive shop for me."
"what?"
"If he paints, I will close the door."
"Have you dived with KC?" Surin asked.
Ye Fei shook his head: "Not yet."
"I heard that he is very fierce. He will hit students' hands with frog webs in the water, and he will swear."
Ye Fei was confused: "How do you talk underwater?"
"Yes, he can do it."
Langley laughed: "At the time, he happened to be the most popular coach at Blue Oxygen. The students cried and wiped their tears during the day, and bought beer at night to chat with him."
Ye Fei smiled: "Yes, this is KC."
"I heard that Mooney went to trouble you again recently?" Langley asked.
Chen Jiajun chuckles: "It's nothing big."
"Everyone is in business, and the relationship was good before." Langley sighed, "Next time I see him, I have to talk to him."
"No. You help me, he feels uncomfortable."
After eating clams, the couple took away the tableware.
Chen Jiajun asked: "Do you see Langley familiar?"
"never seen it."
"Hidden by a big beard, they actually look like brothers."
"Brother? Who is his brother?"
"He is Mooney's brother."
"Muni..." I just heard the name, but there are too many things in the past two days, and Ye Fei's mind is a little confused.
"Blue oxygen." Chen Jiajun reminded.
"Ah, the boss's son, your classmate when you were a coach!" She really couldn't associate the hermit-like Langley with the arrogant and unbelievable Mooney for a while.
Chen Jiajun nodded: "Langley is not so keen on diving, he prefers to paint."
"Everyone has his own life, and it's good to do what you like."
"Ok."
"What about you?" Ye Fei asked, "Is there any contact with my brothers...?"
"Occasionally." Before, they didn't understand each other. Later, although they respected their choices, they didn't tell each other everything.
"Is there anything else awkward?"
"No. After the tsunami, the eldest brother helped a lot." He shook his head, "Dao is different, after all, he is still a brother."
Langley and Surin took beer and drinks from the refrigerator, and the four of them sat down and chatted about their childhood fun. Unknowingly, the night was drooping, and the paper lanterns lit up one by one, enveloping them with a soft yellow halo. Several children from the neighbor's house ran over and climbed up the tree trunk.
Langley shook his head: "These children, come pick fruit again."
Ye Fei asked: "What kind of fruit is it?"
"The one on the right is the mango tree. The one on the left..." Langli turned his head and said to Chen Jiajun in the local language, "How do you say this in English?"
"She doesn't know if she speaks English. I think about it..." Chen Jiajun changed Chinese and said to Ye Fei, "The shell is long, like a bean, and the inside is brown, sweet and sour, and will be put in tom yam. "
"Is this a guessing?" Ye Fei smiled, "Oh, I see, it's tamarind!"
Sure enough, the branches and leaves of the big tree were shaken to a rustle. Two and a half-year-old children rode on the branches, grabbed the tamarind and threw them down, and a few small children under the tree rushed to rush. There was a three or four-year-old child who couldn't get it, and hurriedly circled the tree. Chen Jiajun smiled and pulled him over and put his arms around him. The child was so anxious to cry, he smiled and lifted him up and plucked a string of tamarind from the tree.
Ye Fei sat in the small courtyard of Huamu Fushu, watching him leaning on the soft chair, teasing the delicate little doll. She thought of Bo Mai again, this person really likes children. My heart is not full, as if I have lived here for centuries, and time should go on like this day after day.
Before leaving, Chen Jiajun saw a string of bracelets hung on the display rack behind the cash register. Two small shells were woven on a brown string and decorated with dark blue and light green transparent beads.
He said a few words in the local language, Langley and Surin kept waving their hands, and he insisted again and again. Ye Fei couldn't understand, looked at Su Lin and sighed, and took two banknotes from him.
"I said to give it to you, KC refused." Surin said, "He said, this is a gift from him."
Chen Jiajun smiled: "Next time I wait for Fei to come again, I won't stop what you send her." He put the light on and tied the bracelet on Ye Fei's wrist, "Does it look good?"
"Yeah." She nodded, "like the color of the coral sea."
"Yes, I think too." He smiled, "When I think of this sea, it will accompany you."
On the way back, the motorcycle drove up the hillside. In front of the highway, the starry sky hung down, and the two of them seemed to be driving all the way into the Milky Way.
Ye Fei slept fairly well this night. The next day, he took the key from Zheng Yunchang and continued to clean Songxi’s room. He took all the clothes and sheets to be washed to the laundry room downstairs, washed and dried. Packed with other items one by one, busy all day. Seeing things and thinking about people, she would cry for a while, raising her hand, and seeing the bracelet on her wrist, the sadness and depression dissipated a little. She thought that this was also doing something for Songxi and his family, and she felt relieved.
Returning to the dive shop in the evening, I saw two local people sitting on the dead wood by the beach, seeming to be waiting for someone. Generally, the boatman waits for work in the pavilion, not in front of the shop. Ye Fei felt that they were familiar with each other, so he glanced twice more. Just as Wenka was passing by, she asked, "Who are they looking for here?"
"Look for KC." Wenka replied, "I came yesterday, but KC persuaded them to go back on the phone."
As he was talking, seeing Chen Jiajun coming out of the office, the two people leaned forward again, pulling him to say something, looking very anxious. Ye Fei tried hard to remember where he had seen the two of them.
Yanes and several students walked over from the resort, saying that they were leaving tomorrow, and everyone had dinner together in the evening. They had already invited everyone from the shop and asked her if she wanted to go together. She agreed.
Chen Jiajun said: "You go to order first, I have something to deal with."
Ye Fei followed a few people, turning around while walking, and saw that Chen Jiajun's expression was quite serious, as if he was reprimanding the two people. She thought as she walked, searching for memories, and suddenly a flash of inspiration. Aren’t those two friends Songxi’s friends? After lighting the sky lantern that day, it was them who called Songxi to chat.
Wang Jincai and a few students would leave the next day, and everyone came to Joy's one after another and sat down around the long table. Ye Fei already knew the menu. She recommended a few special dishes, and everyone nodded. "Order so much first." Ye Fei said, "KC and they haven't come over yet."
When Inda went to pass the food, the corners of her eyes and brows were also filled with sorrow. Ye Fei looked around, remembering that she was practicing cooking with Songxi a few days ago, and she couldn't help sighing for a while. She stood up and walked to Inda: "Wanpeng is still there?"
"Well, with Scar and Chloe."
"Thanks for him too."
Inda sighed softly: "Everyone is a friend, and we also want to do something for Songxi."
"When I came out of the shop, I saw Songxi's two friends." Ye Fei glanced outside the door, but still didn't see Chen Jiajun, thinking of his sullen look, he was always a little uneasy.
"It should be..." Yinda said two names that Ye Fei didn't know. "They also called Wanpeng."
"Ok?"
"They wanted to see Songxi's family. Wanpeng was angry with them and didn't say the location. They just went to KC."
"Angry, why?" Ye Fei puzzled.
Inda hesitated for a moment, but still said the reason. Before Songxi drowned, he had an argument with two friends and wanted to hit someone with red eyes. His arm hadn't healed yet, and was soon separated by others. So anxious and angry, Song Xi shook off the crowd, grabbing the bottle and drove away. Ye Fei didn't know it, but several local people on the beach saw and heard it. Yesterday everyone heard the bad news, and the various disturbances in the night quickly spread among the local boatmen and shop assistants.
Ye Fei understood a little bit. Before Song Xi Mo was drunk and fell to the beach, the last people he saw were these two people. When she said goodbye to Songxi, although he was slightly drunk, he was still not unable to take care of himself. She asked: "Why are they arguing?"
Inda fumbled.
Ye Fei helplessly: "People are gone, what can't you say?"
Inda's words were vague, Ye Fei still listened to a general idea.
Those two people usually have a good relationship with Songxi, and they feel uncomfortable when they know that Jasmine will be with the big Spaniard afterwards and that Songxi was beaten. Seeing that he was depressed and unhappy for Jasmine, he brought two bottles of wine to comfort him, saying that Jasmine could only blame herself for being sloppy, exposed at night, and swimming alone on the sparsely populated beach. Unexpectedly, when Songxi heard this, he would turn his face with them and make a loud noise.