Xuandong's Notes

The salty sea water lingered around the tip of his nose. Mr. Lou quickly walked through the narrow and narrow corridor, opened the door, and saw a steep staircase with no bottom.Mr. Lou turned sideways and went down the stairs, the roar of the waves gradually became lighter.The passage under the feet is made of wood, and its history is as old as this ship.Due to the heavy humidity during the voyage, the wood has corroded thoroughly in the early years, and it is soft, like stepping on cotton.

The wet and soft stairs were overwhelmed, bearing the weight of an adult man, it was extremely difficult, and there were bursts of hoarse and mournful wailing, and the lingering sound echoed around, which was particularly terrifying.

There was a sudden ups and downs in the cabin, and Mr. Lou conditioned himself to lean against the wall to stabilize his figure.After landing, he fumbled for the power switch in the extreme darkness, and the tungsten lamp hanging on the top was instantly lit, and the grayish-yellow light and shadow swayed like a pendulum.

Mr. Lou loosened his arms and spread out his brown-black wallet, which was still straight despite the severe wear and tear, revealing the neatly nailed contract inside.He drooped his eyelids, his deep eyes flashed, and then he raised his eyes, staring at the dark pine cargo box in front of him.The number of cargo boxes is appalling, occupying most of the cabin.In order to prevent economic losses caused by bumps, the luxury accessories in the cargo box were first wrapped in velvet, filled with straw and sawdust, sealed in a wooden box, nailed, and painted with white paint.According to the catalog, the cargo box is held together by a cable that is as thick as a baby's forearm.

The secretary who has followed Mr. Lou for many years is a German guy.Fifty years old, short and thick, with a strong build, he has two curly beards, carefully trimmed, and the beard is symmetrical to the silver wire at the end.His eye sockets were cramped, wasting a pair of light blue eyes in vain.The secretary rushed over after hearing the news, out of breath, sweating in his heart, and obeyed Mr. Lou's orders.

"There are so many of our re-exported goods?"

"Sir, the list is all through you." The secretary said, his flat round face was suffused with sallowness, and thanks to the chaos and darkness in the cabin, he was properly covered and escaped unharmed.The secretary rubbed his hands together, cracked the knuckles of his thumb, and laughed nervously, "Look, it has your stamp on it."

Mr. Lou gently wiped the bright red seal.During the voyage, water vapor is lingering, and the humid atmosphere is pervasive. In addition, it has been raining for days, and the moisture is so dense that even if a waterproof storage solution is adopted, the carefully preserved documents are often damp and limp.Um?

Mr. Lou moved his thumb away, and the bright red seal turned into alternating lines of crimson and white. It was a mess, and the seal with the same name as the Yang engraved pattern could not be distinguished clearly.Mr. Lou pursed his lips tightly, "You have been with me for seven years, but you don't even know that I often use oil-based ink pads. You really are going back, Louis."

Louis laughed, trying to curry favor and beg for mercy. Suddenly, his eyes darkened, and the heavy wallet fell straight down. The secretary yelled, covering his hot right eye tightly, bowing his waist like a shrimp, and looked at the well-behaved man in front of him in disbelief. Tempered oriental man.Mr. Lou put on his top-rim glasses, and his hoarse voice was accompanied by the crisp sound of the safety release, and the cold muzzle of the gun instantly hit Louis' cold sweaty forehead.Mr. Lou said slowly, "Tell me, what exactly was smuggled this time."

At this moment, the cabin jolted abruptly, the thin iron chain hanging the lamp was worn out, and tore into two pieces with a "chin", and the pendant of the tungsten lamp drew a perfect parabola, impartial Piercing into the gap between cargo boxes, in the blink of an eye, the cargo compartment was filled with darkness, and then there was a sound——

A bolt of purple thunder ripped apart the thick clouds, and the wind swept away the clouds, revealing the dark and filthy sky.To the vast ocean, a freighter is like a small boat, which surges up to the top of the waves and falls into the waves at once.

"Wake up everyone, come to the splint!" The kerosene lamp that had been extinguished rolled to the ground and broke into countless wreckage.The old captain, who was old but strong and unchanged in stature, was stuck on the steering wheel, and the veins in his muscular arms burst out, and the strong wind like howling wolves could not hide his roar.The dark night sky, the dark sea water, the heaven and the earth act as an inkstone, carrying this thick ink that cannot be diluted, and it is eager to devour everything around it.

Zi Lei flickered more and more frequently, and a vertical waterline suddenly rose from the distant sea level, rising from the ground, chasing it with malicious intent at a speed visible to the naked eye.The mist in the old captain's field of vision was restless, and the misty sea was suddenly covered with a curtain of tulle.The shirtless sailors came rushing forward to hook the cables that bound the canvas. Suddenly, a turbulent wave hit, and everyone slipped under their feet, overturned one after another, swayed here and there, and were rushed to the wall of the ship by inertia.

"You son of a bitch, get up if you're not dead!" The old captain spat, turned around and shouted, "Big Zhuang!"

He came to the deck with a tall and short body. He was a solid Caribbean man, six feet six feet tall, with dark skin and clear texture. There was a hideous scar on his waist and abdomen, and his face was so big. Judging from the shape of the wound, it seemed to be A feat earned by defeating a large animal.Da Zhuang is reticent, never showing off or declaring this painful and glorious experience.

There are rumors among the taverns serving sailors by the sea, implying that when the strong young man was not a sailor, he faced a shark attack when he went fishing with the villagers, and he fought with it with his bare hands for a day and a night in an unarmed condition. .

Da Zhuang held a dagger, without any panic, as if he was used to such dangerous situations.He made two steps in three steps, and the tip of the knife drew a perfect arc in the wind and rain. With a muffled clang, the cable cut across.Three or two sailors who regained their balance hurriedly stretched out the canvas, and the bitter sea wind quickly blew up the dusty canvas.

The old captain yelled, and suddenly turned the rudder wheel, and the sea god Poseidon embedded in the bow braved the wind and waves, brushed the gradually forming vortex, and sailed towards the sea area surrounded by hidden reefs. "Cap." Da Zhuang finally showed a trace of worried application, and the old captain pissed. Rather than being torn into pieces by the storm and buried in the belly of the fish, it is better to put all one's eggs in one basket and take a gamble.

The old captain has a lot of sailing experience, his mother gave birth to him at sea, presumably, the sea will soon become his final destination.With the experience of escaping countless times, the old captain knows that it is extremely stupid to provoke the goddess of the sea.Respect but not obedience is the only way to escape from the eyes of death.

The cargo ship slowly moved away from the vortex, and under the almost mechanically precise control of the old captain, it went deep into the reefs in an orderly manner, and then left, and it seemed that it was about to enter the vast world.

The imminent waterspout caused a commotion, and the sound of eager footsteps was chaotic. Mrs. Lou, dressed as a British lady, walked against the current, brushed aside the sensational crowd, stumbled several times, and at least got into the aisle with a cat waist, opening the door of No. 208. The door of the room.She stretched out her arms and held the frail young man into her arms, her cheeks pressed against her cheeks. She paused for a while, hastily let go of him, tossed and turned, and only after making sure that the child on the apex of the couple's hearts was not hurt, embraced him deeply again, " I'm here, don't be afraid."

Lou Qianxian muttered for a while, then muffled, "I'm not afraid."

Mrs. Lou couldn't laugh or cry, she scratched the bridge of her son's nose, and picked up the hardcover original document on the ground for him.She thought for a moment, took the silver bracelet off her wrist, pinned it in Lou Qianxian's hand, put her forehead against the back of his small hand, prayed devoutly, and offered the ultimate loyalty of a person without faith, as long as any god could take pity on her Cute little boy.The bracelet is one finger wide, with sapphires adorned on it. At first glance, its shape looks like a budding epiphyllum, but after careful analysis, it looks like a delicate frost flower filled with frost and snow.

Whoosh.A faint smell of blood lingered in the dead and silent cargo hold.A few wisps of gunpowder smoke permeated the tarpaulin covering the shelves, and a flame suddenly ignited.

There was a sound that almost pierced an eardrum from the sea.The violent impact destroyed the bottom structure of the cargo ship, and countless screams and howls followed one after another. The seawater poured in, and the explosion was not as fleeting as expected. smash.

They were still in the sea area with dense reefs, violently impacting the ship to stab the reef like out of control. These stones had long been sharpened by the sea wind.The surviving sailors pushed out the few remaining lifeboats with their last breath, and the passengers who were still able to move jumped into the sea one after another and swam towards the last hope.

Some people did not give up, clung to the side of the boat, and tried to climb up, and the fear of dying was overwhelmed. The boat had the first precedent of kicking the rescuer away.Those who had no time to escape were affected by the flames, hit by the waves to the rocks, and hit by the falling wreckage of the ship. The shadow of death shrouded this corner of the ocean.

Mrs. Lou's legs were tightly suppressed, her body was covered with viscous blood, the window was deformed, and she could barely see the scene of the lifeboat going further and further away.She desperately protected the little boy in her arms, stretched out a bloody arm, and shouted heart-piercingly, "Children, there are still children here!"

No one turned back.

The cargo ship was overwhelmed and slowly sank into the water. Mrs. Lou reluctantly broke off the excess obstructions on the window, and her pink dress was dyed dark red. She was so angry that she patted the child's cheek and pushed him towards the window, " Lou Qianxian, you promise me that you must live on. This is an agreement between us, you must keep it, understand?"

Lou Qianxian's eyes were red, and he held on to his mother's clothes tightly.

Mrs. Lou bit her lip, raised her hand and slapped him across the face, "Live, do you understand!" Regardless of Lou Qianxian's struggle, she grabbed Lou Qianxian's collar and sent him to the By the window, crying in a weak tone, "Swim faster, faster, before the ship sinks, you must find a fixed point no matter what."

"Go ahead, we will always love you."

In the blood-stained field of vision, Lou Qianxian caught his mother's blood-stained face and the most poignant smile.

The proud chill invaded his body, Lou Qianxian jumped out of the water, and subconsciously hugged a piece of driftwood beside him.The cargo ship disintegrated, but the powder seemed to have not completely evaporated its fury, and the muffled sound, similar to the dark thunder, became more and more severe. At the same time, the vortex was approaching, and the dense clouds on the top shrank and trembled uncontrollably.The wind is coming.

The lonely lifeboat in the distance turned into a small shadow. They couldn't turn back, and they were pulled into the sunken vortex while spinning, and the cries for help came and went.With his meager strength, Lou Qianxian kicked water towards the nearest reef, and the sinking of the cargo ship caused great drag. Everything he did was in vain.With the water in sight, Lou Qianxian exhausted his last ounce of strength, raised his hands high, and stretched out to the sky, as if he could reach a miracle by doing so.

Whoever comes, let him complete the agreement.

Suddenly, a warm hand held him.

Everything in the world seems to be frozen, a little white emerges in this dirty inkstone, clear and clear, rapidly growing and spreading.The enchanting tongues of flames, the sharp scrap iron flying like meteorites, and the roaring storm winds turned into frost in an instant, and fell silent forever.

From the bottom to the top, what is absorbed into the retina is first the white jade feet standing on the ice, which are no different from light snow, and the right foot wears a spring wreath covered with frost.Then came the bright red brocade clothes, the auspicious cloud pattern woven with gold silk, the tulle robe, and the wide sleeves.In the end, there are the immature and beautiful eyebrows and eyes of that person, which are so beautiful that they are not like ordinary people.

The other party carried Lou Qianxian into his arms, and the faint scent of sandalwood lingered at the tip of his nose, which was reassuring.His voice was as clear as autumn raindrops, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Lou Qianxian curled up in pain and cried.