{Apostle 2 fan PK X Le Shaofeng} Giving without fear

Pakkey retrieved the sailboat built for escape and lived alone on the island.This is an undeveloped island not far from Bangkok. The sea and the sky are the same color, peaceful and quiet, which is very suitable for spending the rest of your life in the wild. Pakkey lived on the boat, shared the ups and downs of the blue waves, and slept with the stars.

The ocean is not always so tender, and there are also times when the sky is dark and the sun and the moon are dark.On this day, the wind was turbulent and the clouds were low pressure. Pakkey had a premonition that the storm was coming, so he drove the boat into the natural typhoon shelter surrounded by mountains. Unable to fly on the gravel, Pakkey quickly got off the boat and climbed onto the reef, carrying it in his arms and returning quickly.

In the stable and spacious cabin, Pakkey carefully inspected the little animal. The fluff had not yet retreated, so it should be a sub-adult. The wings could not withstand the strong wind and broke, and the flesh was bloody.He skillfully bandaged the seagull, but the little guy screamed miserably and kept resisting, and pecked hard at Pakkey's hand. Pakkey was very helpless, as if he never knew how to comfort the little animal.After finally finishing the treatment, Pakkey cleaned the pecked part of his hand, and fed it a small fish in the kitchen. The seagull stretched its neck and bit it, stopped struggling and concentrated on eating. Pakkey leaned against the door and looked at the little beast that was no longer noisy, thinking in his heart that it should be fed first.In the next few days, the wounded recovered a lot and let Pakkey take care of him obediently.Soon the gull recovered, and on a cloudless day it spread its gray-blue wings and soared high into the sky.

This seagull seems to recognize Pakkey's white sailboat, and it will fly back from time to time, land on the deck to comb its feathers, and sometimes stop on Pakkey, tilt its neck and look at him with its head sideways. Pakkey didn't mind, let him rest on his shoulder, or steal small fish in the kitchen.

Pakkey didn't feel very well that day. He was seriously injured and comatose for more than half a year, leaving sequelae. Pakkey lay lazily on the bed, half awake and half asleep, unwilling to move.The sea breeze blows into the room through the window, bringing regular customers, and the seagulls stop at Pakkey's bed and look down at him. Pakkey would still tease him a little bit, but he didn't bother to raise his hand now.He jumped on top of Pakkey, Xiaoyue approached a few steps, and let out a whisper. Pakkey opened his eyes, a pair of round black pupils looked at him worriedly, the moist luster characteristic of animal eyes shone in the wisps of sunlight. Pakkey's heart skipped a beat, thinking of Le Shaofeng when he was young, with such wet, transparent eyes.As if gaining strength again, Pakkey raised his hand to gently scratch the white chest of the seagull, and the seagull straightened up to meet Pakkey's knuckles.He nestled on the chest that stretched like a mountain, quietly, until noon when he flapped his wings and flew away.After a while, it flew back again with a fish bigger than his body in its mouth, and fell to the side of Pakkey's bed with a "snap", flicked the sea water on the feathers, and let out a crisp cry. Pakkey propped himself up to look at the fish that were still alive and kicking on the ground, and then at the seagull beside him staring at him expectantly, as if he understood something.

Pakkey got up and leaned over to pick up the food for himself, and took it to the kitchen to process and eat. The seagull followed him to the kitchen, docked at a high place, stared at Pakkey to finish eating the fish, and then flew away contentedly. Pakkey felt more and more that this seagull looked like Le Shaofeng, with an unconscious smile floating on his face, and his body seemed to be less uncomfortable.After that day, the seagull came to visit Pakkey almost every day, and occasionally brought gifts.

Blue sky and white sails, one man and one gull.

Time flows so gently, and the previous bloody storm is as far away as the last century. Pakkey felt that he had really started again, until he saw the news that Huanxi was arrested in Hong Kong.He immediately searched for specific reports and the list of arrested persons, but there was no Le Shaofeng. Pakkey relaxed his shoulders and leaned on the sofa, sighed softly, and suddenly straightened his waist and frowned as if he had woken up to something, connecting the details of the past and the present to piece together a group picture.

Le Shaofeng is a member of the Hong Kong police.Since when?

Pakkey raised the sails and steered the boat to the center of the quiet sea.The sky is full of sunset clouds, and the sky seems to have poured out a paint bottle, with layers of shades and various colors randomly spread. Pakkey looked up at the changing colors of the sky, with mixed feelings in his heart, unable to tell what color it was.

As the sunset sets and the moon rises, Pakkey lies flat on the deck, watching the Milky Way shine brightly, meteors fly by one after another, exile thoughts drifting around, unknowingly half-dream and half-awake, in the hazy feeling that someone embraces him from behind, buried his face Rubbing back and forth between the shoulder blades, the cool metal necklace bumped against the skin, and the hot and humid tears slid down his shoulders.

When I wake up, the east is already pale, and the sun tears the sky, driving away the dark night. Pakkey was dazed in the morning light of sunrise. It took him a while to get up and go into the cabin to drink water. He saw unread messages flashing on his phone. He picked it up and saw that it was a text message from a monk last night: "I met your predestined person today. Seeing her mourning, I am sorry. Well, I hope you are well."