In the dim distance, Poinsettia could see that the man was about to jump. At the same time as his body left the reef, Poinsettia held his sword with two fingers. With a swing, Han Yuanmei flew towards the man like an eagle.
The speed of both is extremely fast. At the critical moment, the poinsettia was perfect. Just when the man was about to fall into the sea, the sword suddenly flew out and pierced the clothes on the man's back. With a "clang" sound, he stabbed the man on the rock. .
The man didn't realize what had happened. His body huddled tightly and he was hung on the slope of the rock.
Seeing that the person had been rescued, Poinsettia breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly over there.
After getting closer, Poinsettia saw that the rock was indeed not low. The man was hung halfway up by his sword, and below him was the raging sea water.
At this moment, the man had realized that he was not dead, and looked at the sea below him dreamily. Poinsettia saw this and rescued him, dragging him to the gravel beach far out to sea.
The man seemed to have not yet recovered from the fear of death. Poinsettia waited for him for a while, watching the sky getting dark, then went to find some scattered wood around and started a small fire.
The color of the fire softened the coldness of the surroundings and brought a touch of warmth. After waiting for a while, the man slowly regained his consciousness.
His face was very red in the firelight. It can be seen that this man is about forty years old, unkempt, and seems to be burdened with extremely painful sorrow.
Poinsettia also sat down by the fire, but opposite him.
"Why are you seeking death?" Poinsettia took the warm water bag next to the fire in her hand, unscrewed the lid and took a sip.
The man's tone was a little cowardly. He trembled and said, "I...I don't want to live anymore."
This is of course nonsense.
Poinsettia was not anxious. It was already dark, and his original mission here was to monitor the movements of the vast sea, so he had a lot of time to kill.
Considered it. Poinsettia asked again: "What is your name and where are you from?"
There are no people living in this area near the shore. The nearest towns and villages are some distance away, and it would take a whole day's walking to get here if an ordinary person's feet were strong.
The man was still a little timid: "I, my name is Ge Sheng. I am from Oshi Village in the east."
Poinsettia has a general understanding of this location. However, Omuro Village is further away from here. It should be two or three days' journey from the coast.
"You came here just to commit suicide?" Poinsettia's cold gaze shot towards the man through the firelight.
The man named Ge Sheng felt Poinsettia's gaze and was frightened: "No, it's not. Uh, it's... Uh-huh, suicide is something you have to commit suicide. It's just that you made the decision when you got here."
"Then your fortune is very good." Poinsettia turned away and said, "If you had made the decision earlier, you would have been a corpse in the sea now."
Knowing that Poinsettia was mocking him, Ge Sheng didn't dare to raise his head and could only whisper Nonuo.
The two of them warmed up quietly for a while. Seeing that he no longer wanted to die, Poinsettia asked again: "Tell me. Why do you want to die? I won't laugh at you."
Ge Sheng raised his head and glanced at the poinsettia, then buried his head deeply.
Poinsettia then sighed: "It's okay if you don't tell me. I'll send you back early tomorrow morning."
"Ah?" Ge Sheng couldn't hold his breath anymore and stepped back, "No, no need..."
"What?" Poinsettia raised her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes, "Did anything happen at home?"
Unable to withstand Poinsettia's questioning, Ge Sheng had no choice but to reveal everything:
"I... I have a little situation at home. Uh... my wife told me openly that she was going to cheat on me."
"Ah..." Poinsettia's interest suddenly dropped by half when she heard the news. He couldn't help but shake his head: "Just because of this, does it make you so unbearable that you come here to seek short-term opportunities?"
Ge Sheng squeezed his hands together tightly, looking extremely sad: "You are not me, you won't understand..."
"Xiaofang, my Xiaofang..." As he spoke, Ge Sheng, a grown man, started sobbing, "We had promised before that we would love each other forever, oh oh oh..."
This caught Poinsettia a little off guard, but he was also trying to be tolerant. Looking at the tears on Ge Sheng's face that were dried by the fire, he meditated quietly.
"Besides, what should my parents... and the people in the village think of me..." Ge Sheng held his head in his hands and began to mutter to himself, mixed with tears, "With an extra hat out of thin air, my Life is so hard!”
Emotions are released, as hard to contain as floods from a broken dam. Poinsettia is waiting. After all, he was the one who led Ge Sheng to tell the truth in the first place. There is no other way.
The surrounding cold wind blew fragments of sand. The flames dimmed momentarily, Poinsettia's face remained motionless, and opposite was Ge Sheng's twisted face filled with sorrow.
Another period of crying. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer firewood at the bottom of the fire, Poinsettia's patience was running out.
"……enough."
Finally, there was a deep shout, like the sound of bells and drums. This moment caused Ge Sheng to stop his emotions and raised his head with tears on his face while sobbing.
Seeing this, Poinsettia had nothing to say. He paused for a moment and then asked hesitantly: "Then, what kind of person is the person who stole your wife's heart?"
This was because he was running out of words to talk to. But seeing that Ge Sheng looked like a pitiful drowned dog, Poinsettia couldn't just let him suppress the emotions in his chest, so he had to follow the guidance to get him back to normal.
Ge Sheng sniffed. He seemed a little sad and angry, and made a clicking sound with his trembling teeth: "That's a strange-looking man who came in a big boat and was full of muscles!"
Upon hearing this, Poinsettia's heartstrings suddenly tightened.
Big ship? Poinsettia suddenly frowned. He remembered what the mad painter was singing when he painted prophecies.
"The waves are rising...the big ship is coming...it's scary, so get away quickly..."
It was as if the cold and pure singing was close to my ears. Poinsettia felt a chill running through her body.
Looking back at the deep sea hidden in the darkness. The wind and waves were vaguely rising, and huge waves could be seen rising faintly from the sea level like night.
The big ship... could it be that it has already arrived?
Frightened by Poinsettia's sudden indifference, Ge Sheng did not dare to say another word. He stared blankly at the dry wood at the bottom of the fire, which crackled and burned like spots of sparks.
The two of them fell into silence with their own thoughts. The cold wind howled and beat at the weak fire. The tiny flame seemed particularly thin on the huge and silent beach.
