I am straight!

Na Na said: "I, I am a sports idiot..."

……puff.

I suddenly remembered the kitten I raised, which was also a sports idiot, playing with a ball of yarn, entangled itself in a ball, couldn't break free, and then meowed pitifully to me for help.

Bell became more and more shy when I laughed, his cheeks turned red to the roots of his ears.

I put the last book in his hand on the shelf, and then down the ladder: "Is there any other work today?"

"Well, Djiru wants me to help him pack his luggage."

"... Oh." I scratched my head irritably, forget it, anyway, it was voluntary, and I can't control it.

I sighed: "If you have anything to do, or if you're bored, just come to me. I'm in room 1088—ah, what's your mobile phone number."

He read out a series of numbers, and I wrote them down and entered them into my fake mobile phone.

Cough, copycats are good things, high quality and low price - well, good quality is impossible, but cheap is true.

"I'm leaving, see you next time."

He nodded repeatedly, and stood outside the library watching me go away.

I went downstairs, toward the deck.

It was very uncomfortable to be stuck in the cabin all day, so I wanted to go to the deck to blow the air—unfortunately, I was first caught by the telegraph pole senior, and then I was attracted by the kitten. It is now around 10:30, and the morning sea breeze can’t blow .

I lay on the golden side of the ship and looked down.

The blue color blocks are condensed and rippling slightly. Occasionally, brightly colored fish jump out of the water, which is unbelievably beautiful under the reflection of the sun.

Because it is noon, the sea breeze is very mild, and what is brought on the face is the unique salty humidity of sea water and some fishy smell.

But not annoying.

I lay on the side of the boat basking in the sun, and made jokes with the leisurely sailor uncle next to me.

The sailor uncle was dark-skinned, and it looked like he was often exposed to the wind and the sun, but the strange thing was that the uncle was not as decadent as an old man, but full of vitality, and looked healthier than ordinary young people.

"Uncle, you mean, it's going to rain later?"

"It's still raining!"

"But the weather is clear tomorrow, isn't it?" The sun is high in the sky, and there are no clouds in the sky.

"Ha! What can the little hairy boy see!" The uncle laughed, ignoring my depression, and said again: "Do you smell the sea breeze? It's wet and stuffy. Look at those seagulls, how anxious are they? It’s not uncommon for fish in the water to jump up to the surface occasionally, but jumping up so often means it’s going to rain, heavy rain!”

With a cigarette butt in his mouth, the old sailor took a leisurely puff, and then said, "It's probably a storm, and it's going to rain in less than three hours."

"Uncle, you are really amazing..." I looked at him admiringly.

"If you stay on the ship for 30 years, you can see that there is nothing great or not." The uncle smiled: "It's all about experience, and each has its own specialization. Didn't you say you can play the violin? If you let me do it Playing the qin, maybe your qin will be cut into pieces by me!"

I also laughed: "Uncle, the violin is not difficult, you just need to learn it for a while."

"The point is, uncle, I'm not interested—if I let you learn how to steer, would you be willing?"

I shook my head.

"That's it." The uncle squinted his eyes and smiled comfortably: "My life can only shine on the sea——the sea is everything to me."

"What about your wife and children? Did you come to sea with you?"

"How is it possible," the uncle sighed, "My wife dislikes me for not being home every day, and ran away with other men, and my son doesn't like my career, so he went to become a teacher."

... so miserable.

"Uh Uncle, don't be too sad."

"There's nothing to be sad about. My wife ran away because she knew my feelings for the sea too well. My son, even though he didn't agree with my career, never persuaded me. He would come to me every year and holiday, caring I'm on it."

"That's good..." I breathed a sigh of relief—fortunately, I didn't step on a landmine.

I chatted with my uncle about other topics, and I didn't say goodbye to him until the real dark clouds floated over from a distance.

"Got to go?"

"Well, I haven't had lunch yet, and if it's raining, it's better to go back to my room and hide."

"That's right. When the wind blows up, the boat will shake violently. Remember to wear thick clothes, so you don't turn around and bump into them."

"Oh! Got it! Thank you, uncle!"

"Next time, if you still want to find me, come here at this time, I'm always here!"

"Okay! I must come and see you!"

I waved back and went to the restaurant - no twins in sight today.

Back to the room with two rations of food, it happened to be raining, and the raindrops hit the window crackling, splashing water droplets all over the floor.

I quickly closed the window - just closing the window for a while, I actually got half of my clothes wet.

It's raining too much.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt that the boat was shaking. Looking out the window, there were actually moderate waves on the sea surface, hitting the boat one after another, making the boat not very stable.

I quickly put down the food in my hand and knocked on the door of the little guy next door.

"Ann, are you okay?"

"...I'm fine! Don't come in!" The little guy yelled inside, telling me not to go in.

"But you're seasick, aren't you? And you're afraid of water..."

"leave me alone!"

"...Okay, but if there is anything, remember to knock on my door, I'm next door."

Probably the young master's arrogant self-esteem broke out, so I won't allow me to see him in a mess.

I thought about it, but still didn't go in - for his sake.

The author has something to say: Bell Rosers: Shy, timid, shy, but well-bred, because he is an illegitimate child, he has always had low self-esteem, is easily influenced by others, likes to draw, and is good at figure sketches and still lifes .

Well... I like kittens.

Shy kids are the cutest! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Roll around.

ps: I am not tsundere, anyone who says I am tsundere will die.

8. The storm...

Probably the young master's arrogant self-esteem broke out, so I won't allow me to see him in a mess.

I thought about it, but still didn't go in - for his sake.

Fortunately, the boat was only shaking slightly, and there was nothing serious about it, so it shouldn't matter.I had no choice but to go back to the room with my portion of the meal, and put the young master's portion in a sealed box in the refrigerator - I believe the young master next door is not in the mood to eat.

After eating, when I looked at the scene outside again, I felt helpless again.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no tendency to stop, and it began to thunder and lightning, and the huge roar made my ears hurt, and the shaking under my feet became more and more violent, almost making me a little unsteady.

... Is it okay for Anhe?That guy is afraid of water.

I sighed, I still had no choice but to leave him alone, so I had to knock on the young master's door again.

"Ann? Are you okay?"

No one answered inside, only the sound of the rain hitting the window was amplified in the infinite silence.

"Ann? Can you hear me?"

I was a little anxious, and I changed from knocking to knocking on the door, but no one paid any attention to me.

...Oops, the young master won't accidentally pass out, right?

I hurriedly opened the door, and at a glance I saw the young master curled up in a corner of the bed, leaning against the wall and wrapped in a quilt.

He stared at me, his beautiful emerald eyes were full of stubbornness - although I could still see that he concealed all the fear behind it, which was a bit...soft-hearted.

His face was pale, his lips were abnormally blue, and he looked very embarrassed.

"...Is it okay?" I looked at him and asked cautiously—for fear of hurting the young master's self-esteem.

"..." He didn't speak, but his lips were pursed even tighter.

"Want me... to stay with you?" I asked, and then quickly changed my words: "No, it's... I'm scared, so... can you stay with me?"

He froze and looked at me with a frown. After a while, he nodded his head slightly, and his complexion improved a little.

"Thank you." I thanked him half-heartedly, climbed onto his bed with his dissatisfied expression, sat beside him, and snatched half of his quilt regardless of his body stiffness.

"Would you like to talk to me so you won't... er, no, so I won't be so scared."

"..." He didn't answer.

"Why don't you just listen to me," I concluded on my own, and started to find topics at random.

From the frequent jokes of my starlings at home to the unused roll of toilet paper in my house, I tried my best to talk all over the world. The young master probably knows the current situation and doesn't think I'm long-winded, so he put all his attention on my topic , let myself not pay attention to the shaking of the bottom of the bed - until a huge wave hit, the whole body of the boat shook, and I uncontrollably fell towards the direction of the young master - the young master also turned pale with fright, and did not dare to move Move, let me hold you down.

The sky began to thunder again, and the loud noise echoed in my ears. I hurriedly comforted the young master.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, you just treat it as a firework, a huge firework, the sound is very loud, and the sky will become so bright and beautiful after it explodes..."

The young master didn't speak, but his body softened a little.

I helped him up and let him lean into my arms—the young master struggled slightly, probably because he was unwilling, but when a wave hit and the cabin shook, he immediately gave in.

I stroked his back again and again, pulled up the quilt and covered it tightly, thinking about it, and still humming softly the old song my mother sang to me when I was a child.

That is... It is said that a long time ago, the ballad was circulated in the sea.

- my beautiful spouse

You are the black pearl born of the deep sea

Exuding a radiance so deep that you can't take your eyes off it

your