On the small island in summer, the wind blows with the unique salty smell of the sea water. On the dark sea level in the distance, from time to time, some star-like bright spots will appear. Those are giant sea ships, leaving or sailing in.
The life of seafarers is very difficult. This kind of poverty is not about material scarcity, but spiritual loneliness. Ships often drift on the sea for a year after sailing out, and the time they spend with their families is only that short time.
A few days, or just half a month.
Shen Shijun felt like he was a ship drifting on the sea, but even he couldn't tell where he was going, what his destination was, and when he would be able to dock.
But no matter where he goes, there is always a small port called Morolo, which will open the port for him. No matter how far he drifts, she will always be there for him. As long as he turns around, he can see her
figure...
She never asked him when he would come next, let alone asked him whether he would stop anywhere else besides herself.
She had always been so quiet, smiling at him quietly and shyly, when he looked at her.
Thinking of Morolo, Shen Shijun felt inexplicably irritated, and his heart contracted uncomfortably. He shook his hands into fists and knocked on the palm tree next to him, "If you have anything to say, Miss Mo, please just say it.
I'm not someone who likes to beat around the bush."
"That's great, neither am I." Mo Wanru sent her man away, her expression obviously much more relaxed. She used an extremely light posture to effortlessly jump onto the wall on the edge of the cliff, and looked at Shen Shijun's surprised gaze.
In the middle, like an elegant cat, walking on the narrow wall.
"Don't worry, I can't fall. When I practiced before, I always hoped that I could fall. If I fell off my arms and legs, or simply broke my neck, I wouldn't have to practice anymore." Morolo said, her balance strength
The level of flexibility is not inferior to that of any outstanding gymnast.
"Training is very hard?" Shen Shijun asked. Although he was not familiar with a job like a thief, being able to do what the Mo family did was definitely not something that ordinary thieves could do.
Mo Wanru sighed, "It's hard, of course. If you don't practice hard, you won't be good at it. If you are caught, you will be in trouble. The Mo family's brand will be ruined for the rest of your life."
"If it's so hard, why do you still persist?" Is there no other way out except becoming a thief?
"Do you think this is what we want? Mr. Shen, not everyone is like you, born in such a good family. Sometimes, people have no choice." Mo Wanru said, jumping down from the wall,
Although her figure is slender, she is very tall. She jumped down like this without making any sound.
Shen Shijun frowned, obviously disagreeing with her words, "It is true that you cannot choose what kind of family you are born into, but do you have to let others have the final say on the path you take when you become an adult?"
"What else? If you have only known one thing since you were a child, and apart from that thing, everything else is completely blank to you. Do you really have to make a living by washing dishes? Mr. Shen is afraid
You also know that it is difficult to go from luxury to simplicity, and it is easy to go from simplicity to luxury? Besides, from our own heart, we don’t think that stealing is really such a heinous crime. Some people have things they don’t deserve, or they shouldn’t.
What you own should be returned."
"Who has the final say whether it should be done or not, whether it is worthy or not? You?"
Mo Wanru is Morolo's sister. If possible, Shen Shijun really doesn't want to fall out with her. He is not a person who likes to interfere in other people's affairs. In addition, he has already made up his mind to break up with Morolo. Now What's the point of talking about this? I obviously didn't want to say more, but for some reason I got choked up again because I was so busy talking.
It's just that the words were unpleasant, but Mo Wanru was not angry. She just looked at Shen Shijun calmly and said, "Mr. Shen, do you think my words are too high-sounding? I also know that I am a thief, and I have no right to say anything to others, but we To be a thief, you steal openly, unlike some people who appear to be gentlemen but secretly do dirty things. Those people do not deserve to own these treasures of human art. This is not decided by anyone. This is Morality."
Mo Wanru took a breath and continued without giving Shen Shijun a chance to speak, "For example, if you know that a person has committed a heinous crime, but he is now dying, can you save him? If you save him, he might You can destroy other people's families when you go out, but if you don't save them, how can you as a doctor not save them? Unlike you, we don't have such entanglements, because we know that what we steal does not belong to them. It is true that we make profits from things, but we are not without principles. All the art stolen by the Mo family will eventually return to where it should be. We do not follow any laws in the world, but we never deceive ourselves. In my heart, we will never do anything that offends our conscience. I don’t think the things I did were evil, but you hurt the heart of a woman who truly loves you. Mr. Shen, don’t you think you are too cruel? Some? If you don't like Luoluo, you can stay away from her and don't provoke her. Although she is infatuated, she is not stupid. If you don't give her hope, she will never pester you again and again. , but what have you done? Maybe to you, she is just a pastime after your busy work, but to her, she really gives her feelings!"
"I didn't!" Subconsciously retorted, Shen Shijun frowned. Pastime? Why did Mo Wanru say that? Did Morolo think so too? When had he spent so much time for a pastime?
"No? Then you can tell me what she is to you."
Shen Shijun was speechless when asked. He didn't know how to answer for a moment. What was she to him? A friend? A lover? Or...
He doesn't like to spend too much time on this kind of relationship between men and women, or in other words, he has actually been avoiding this issue these years, fearing that if he sees it too clearly, it will be difficult to escape. Thinking about it this way, he is really a despicable person. ah.
If you say someone is a thief, isn't he?
Compared to someone who steals things, isn’t someone who steals feelings more despicable?
It seemed that it had been many years since he had been troubled by a problem like today. Shen Shijun lightly beat the palm tree beside him with his hand, and after a while he said, "Even all these years, I have failed her. But now she is about to get married. We're done."
Mo Wanru sneered after hearing this, "Mr. Shen must feel very relaxed after hearing her say the end, right? But do you know why she hurriedly found a man to marry her in such a short time, even if the man was tall or flat? , don’t you care if it’s good or bad?”
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A week later, the Mo family’s engagement party.
Because the rainy season has arrived early, the sky is filled with dark clouds, and the low air pressure makes people breathless. Even sitting in an air-conditioned room, I still feel bored.
Morolo had already changed into a floor-length long-tailed wedding dress. She was the only one in the room. The bridesmaids were all taken out by the eldest sister of the Mo family to greet the guests. Morolo was sitting alone on a western chair covered with red velvet.
He stared blankly out the window at the stormy clouds on the sea level.
The wedding dress fit her perfectly, and tightly outlined her beautiful figure. She remembered that she had joked with someone before, saying that she was most afraid of wearing such a tight dress, and it would show up even if she ate a peanut.
She couldn't remember how the man answered her at that time.
Although I can't remember it clearly, I can still picture his appearance at that time in my mind. He looked at her, smiled, and then called her a fool.
She is really a fool, the best in the world. If not, how could she put herself in such a tangled position? In the past few years, the eldest sister has gotten married, the second sister has also gotten married, and even the little ones on the side branches of the Mo family have gotten married.
The girls were happily married one after another, but she was the only one...
Finally, such a good thing was her turn. She no longer had to stand in the queue of bridesmaids, no longer had to worry about fighting for bouquets with a bunch of leftover women, no longer had to endure her mother’s devilish voice piercing her ears. She was also getting married.
But it was a time when she should be happy and excited, but she couldn't laugh at all.
I can't smile on my face, and I can't even smile in my heart.
She doesn't love the man who is about to hold her hand and walk to the altar and swear to be with her for eternity. Whether it is him or another man, they are just ordinary to her, because she knows that this...
The marriage was just to give an explanation to herself and her family. To her, it had no other meaning.
Because the person she loves doesn't have her in his heart.
Her thoughts wandered further and further away, so much so that Morolo didn't even notice when the door was opened. It wasn't until the man came to her and knelt down beside her that she suddenly woke up.
Looking at the man in front of him who was always known for his calmness, but now his hair was blown like a bird's nest by the sea breeze, and his face was flushed with the blush that only appears after long-distance running, Morolo's brain stopped for a few seconds before he stumbled and said.
, "Shen... Shijun... why are you here?"
Because there was no invitation, Shen Shijun's way of entering the Mo family villa was a bit special. Fortunately, there was someone in the villa to take care of him. Otherwise, it was still unknown whether he could successfully climb down from the wall covered with high-voltage power grids.
However, Shen Shijun was not in the mood to discuss this issue with Morolo at the moment. He stared at the exquisite waistline of Morolo's wedding dress, and then said in an almost gritted tone, "Do you really want to marry him?
"
How can such a thing be used as a joke? Morolo thought bitterly, forcing a smile, "Didn't I tell you in advance?"