The Old Man and the Mermaid

Dessert.

This word sounds pretty good, but after the real experience, it really made both of them feel a little unsatisfied.It felt like a big cake at a birthday party was brought out when the guests were hungry, but the guy who looked after the pastry just gave everyone a scoop of cream and a strawberry to garnish the cake.

Aigre wrapped a bath towel around his body, filled the bathtub, looked at Mr. Mermaid's fish tail that was forced to hang out of the bathtub with complicated emotions, and after being silent for a long time, he said helplessly: "Should I have to do it again?" Change to a bigger bathtub?"

Mr. Mermaid lay on his back in the bathtub and closed his eyes slightly, still recalling the wonderful and intense feeling just now. After hearing the question from Aigre, he simply smiled and raised his fish tail to pat on his calf. Suddenly, he was also forced to step into the bathtub.

"But this reminds me," Aigre sat down opposite Mr. Mermaid, the water in the bathtub overflowed partly due to his movements, and gradually flowed into the sink on the floor. There are still a few small pearls that have not been sold—but they are a precious gift to me, so I don't feel very inclined to sell them unless I have to."

The mermaid looked at him sideways, remembering the few gadgets they had found in shallow seas elsewhere when they first met each other.Aigre had kept them all along, so they must still be in a drawer somewhere like the phial.

Aigre took a bottle of shower gel from the side and poured some on his body and into the bathtub, raised his eyes to observe Mr. Mermaid's current appearance carefully, and said with a smile: "...Mr. Fish, do this kind of thing on land If so, will you be short of water because of it?"

The mermaid raised her eyebrows, glanced at him with a slight smile, and shook her head.

"So you don't necessarily feel uncomfortable because you are not surrounded by sea water?" Aigre handed him the shower gel bottle, and then asked, "I have actually wanted to ask for a long time. When we first met, Why are you so weak?"

Mr. Mermaid was silent for a few seconds, and then said to him: I will tell you later.

After this period of study, Eigre was able to understand these simple short sentences, so he was not surprised when he heard Mr. Mermaid’s voice. He nodded and agreed: “I also learned that Mr. Fish is indeed You are quite a powerful guy... I am really lucky to see you in such a mess when we first met."

After he finished speaking, he laughed a few times, in exchange for a lot of water droplets splashed by Mr. Mermaid raised his tail fin.

After cleaning his body, Aigre took the lead out of the bathroom and put on clean clothes, then looked around the living room, took out a clean rag, and cleaned up the sofa and the floor that he and Mr. Mermaid couldn't look at .

The soft sofa was covered with their sweat and some... unspeakable conspicuous liquid. After trying to wipe it off a few times, Aige decided to take off the sofa cover and throw it into the washing machine.He didn't want his guests to sit on such a bad sofa when someone came to visit later.

When he threw the sofa cover into the washing machine, Mr. Mermaid dried himself off and left the bathroom.He straightened up at the door of the bathroom and held Aigre, and exchanged another kiss with him in the posture Aigre walked all the way, and then returned to the dining table contentedly, picked up the language book and continued to mark Aigre .

This has become a tacit understanding between them.Mr. Mermaid will not stay in the lighthouse all the time, so when Egrele usually reads the jerky language materials, he will write down the parts he cannot understand on another piece of paper. After the mermaid comes to the lighthouse, he can directly replace the He answers.

Fortunately, Mr. Mermaid was already very familiar with his language, otherwise the communication between them would have become even more difficult.

Aigre sighed, set the washing machine, walked to the table and looked at the bag of suspicious items on the table.

...the girl in the store was right, he should have taken the measurements before buying these things.Not only is it useless now, but it also looks like a lot of waste.

It feels like girls rushing to a summer sale, buying a bunch of clothes and coming home only to find one or two pieces they can wear.

… Clothes and condoms are two completely different things.

Aigre resolutely suppressed his own metaphors and conjectures in his heart, stretched out his hand and plucked a few times in the plastic bag, quite simply took out the two largest boxes and threw them into the drawer beside the dining table , left the rest in the plastic bag, and then took the plastic bag and stuffed these useless things into the cabinet he didn't use very much.

Mr. Mermaid was still writing slowly and steadily on the paper, but his eyes kept following Aigre.After watching the young man's series of actions, he couldn't help laughing again, and raised his tail fin to pick out the shirt hem that Aigre had tucked into his trouser belt.

Aigre stretched out a hand to touch his lower back, patted his forehead self-consciously amused, and said, "Maybe I haven't recovered yet...or maybe it's because I haven't had enough rest during this period. So it’s not in a good shape.”

Mr. Mermaid nodded knowingly, and wrote on the paper: You should go to sleep.

Aigre raised his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and snorted softly in agreement, "I've actually had a good night's sleep, it's just that I was a little exhausted just now—maybe it's just that I'm too nervous stretch."

As he spoke, he put his hands on the dining table, lowered his head slightly, and gave a dry cough.Probably because he has already done what should be done and what should not be done, so he doesn't feel so embarrassed this time.

Mr. Mermaid raised his head slightly to look at him, and only when he saw that his eyes were a little awkward and confused, he put on a smile again, raised his head and planted a lingering kiss on Aigre's lips.

Before their emotions exploded from the depths of their veins again, Aigre interrupted the kiss in time, and after patting his drowsy head again, he took out a clean blanket from the cupboard, "Tonight's weather Very good, I don’t need to keep watch over the lighthouse, so I can just sleep on the sofa—when Mr. Yu leaves, remember to close the window for me.”

Mr. Mermaid raised his head, indicating that he had heard the last instruction.

Aigre really felt that he was not sober anymore.He was still not used to showing too much emotion on his face as usual, but his thoughts were filled with the previous charming experience, which made him almost unable to calm down at all.

After sitting dry for a few minutes, he simply raised his legs, put his whole body on the sofa without sofa covers, closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

It was indeed a good night.

Mr. Mermaid sat at the table and wrote silently. He didn't put down the pen until he felt tired. He took a last look at Aigre, turned around and opened the window of the lighthouse, and returned to the sea to rest.

In fact, he is not as tired as Aigre, because Aigre has been dutifully looking after the sea conditions in the northern part of Dusk Island for several days in a row, lest any ships stray into this sea area full of reefs, so he will I was so tired that I fell asleep so deeply now.

In comparison, the mermaid thinks that she is completely idle these days.

Before returning to the bottom of the sea to fall asleep, Mr. Mermaid recalled for a while the appearance of Aigre with sweat on his forehead and his frown, and gradually calmed down his beating heart so that the poor little fish around him would not be affected by him for a while. Excitement and misfortune.

When Aigre opened his eyes again, the sunlight outside the window was already strong enough to pass through the dark glass window smoothly, and spread gently on his body.

The first thing he did after waking up was to sit cross-legged on the sofa and think about his life for a few minutes.

...Probably nothing could be more unbelievable than the fact that he slept with a fish last night.

Aigre glanced at the bare sofa, went into the bathroom and took a brief wash, then took out the sofa cover that he had forgotten in the washing machine and threw it into the dryer.

He should probably be thankful that Mr. Mermaid didn't pay too much attention to his underwear.

Aigre recalled the previous incidents about underwear, and felt the blood vessels on both sides of his forehead throb violently like a hangover.

After tidying up the living room and preparing himself a sandwich for breakfast, Aigre opened the window and took a look at the sea.

Today's sunshine is quite sufficient, and the sea is no longer as rough as it was a few days ago. Although there are still waves rolling with the sea breeze and hitting the beach one after another, generally speaking, it is considered to be sunny and sunny.

Aigre didn't see Mr. Mermaid, but it was still early, so he decided to go to the market to buy some fruits before looking for Mr. Mermaid.

When he walked out of the lighthouse, the bus had just arrived at the station. The driver probably saw him, so he waited for half an extra minute, let him get on the bus, and greeted him friendly.

Aigre didn't plan to take the bus at first, because the market was actually very close, but since the driver deliberately waited for him, he didn't mind paying such a little extra.

When she entered the market, Mrs. Irene was counting the fruits she sold today.She saw Aigre from a distance, and immediately raised her hand and waved at him vigorously, "Good morning!"

"Good morning, ma'am, I'm here to buy some fruit." Aigre approached the fruit stand, glanced at Mrs. Irene's stand, paused, and added: "——no apples."

"No problem, but before that—" Mrs. Irene stopped her hands, blinked her eyes and leaned forward, and asked in a low voice: "I heard that you went to the supermarket in the town yesterday to buy some... People's supplies?"

Aigre: "..."

. . . your sources are swift, ma'am.