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Little white dove Please fly over the sea.
墨書 Inktalez
The summer breeze blows from the southeast, and you and I did not miss each other. Facing the sea breeze, I saw your face clearly.
The monsoon blew towards Baige, she walked on the border between the sea and the land, casually kicking the small gravel with her feet. The gravel entered her shoes along with the force, giving her feet a strange sensation.
A gust of wind blew, and Baige couldn't help but shiver. She looked up at the deep blue sea, but who knows how many secrets are hidden inside?
Baige sighed softly, bent down to pick up the garbage washed ashore, and suddenly something caught her attention - a light blue glass bottle sealed with a scroll resembling a letter. It was clearly a message in a bottle, drifting across the ocean to this beach, miraculously not shattered by the waves on the shore's rocks.
The sand grains stuck to the bottle and to Baige's hand. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat. She carefully put the small bottle into the pocket of her skirt and hurried back to the car.
Baige liked to wear a white dress in the summer, so she felt a slight fondness for the young man in white clothes in the message in the bottle.
In the photo, he has dark skin and a tall, straight nose with a pair of sunglasses perched on it. He stands with his hands on his hips on a beached fishing boat by the shore, looking particularly confident.
On the back of the photo, there is a message that reads: "Hello, destined one. My name is Hishen. I wrote this message in a bottle on September 2, 2015, and threw it into the sea. If you find this bottle, you can contact me. I will invite you to my hometown, Muzhuo Village, and do my best to entertain you. We will spend a happy week together. Please hurry to..."
Three years ago, this young man wrote this invitation letter, put it in a drifting bottle, and threw it into the sea.
Three years later, this drifting bottle was actually picked up by Baige. This can be considered a very wonderful fate, right? Thinking of this, Baige pondered for a while with a furrowed brow, then leaned back in the chair, took a deep breath, and suddenly sat up...
Set off!
When Baige arrived at this small fishing village, it was already late in the evening. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the pier, casting an orange halo on the sea, like a bottle of champagne-colored silk satin swaying in the sea breeze, sparkling with bright light, reflecting into people's eyes. Baige was a little dazzled by the light, rubbing her eyes with one hand and carrying her luggage towards a tall, thin villager.
"Excuse me, do you know Hishen?"
Baige looked up against the light, trying hard to see the person, but the light that had just penetrated her eyes left an indelible spot in her eyes. It made her involuntarily blink several times. At this moment, a sentence with a young and clear voice entered Baige's ears.
"I am Hishen, is there something you need from me?"
Baige looked up at the young man in front of him, his skin tanned, and the sweat on his strong muscles shimmered like diamond dust in the setting sun. His face was slightly flushed, and his eyes were clear and deep, as if they contained a clean ocean.
Baige was stunned with surprise. She, who was always glib, suddenly didn't know what to say. She became so nervous that she started to stutter and couldn't speak. All she could do was take out the drifting bottle and hand it to Hishen: "Hello, I found this bottle, and I came to meet you."
Hishen took the bottle, examined it, and suddenly blushed. He awkwardly wiped his hands on his apron and said, "Oh my, these were all written when I was a child. I almost forgot about this. Haha..."
Baige felt something was wrong. Is this young man in front of her trying to avoid paying the bill?
Seeing Baige's suspicious expression, Hishen immediately smiled and said to her, "But you can rest assured, I will definitely keep my promise! You don't need to worry about safety either. My house is fifty meters to the left of the police station. You can trust me..."
After speaking, while picking up Baige's luggage, he said, "I still don't know your name. I'm Hishen, Lin Hishen!"
As they walked and chatted, she followed Hishen to his home. The house was not big. Hishen arranged for Baige to stay in a bedroom with a round window, while he packed up his own things and voluntarily moved to the attic.
"These are all things I wrote a long time ago. I never expected someone to find them now." Hishen was tidying up while chatting with Baige.
Baige was full of curiosity about everything and couldn't help but look around. There were childhood photos of Hishen with his parents, showing him at the age of seven or eight, and another from three or four years ago, where he already looked very similar to the person in the photo he had received at that time. He was wearing a straw hat, imitating the style of Luffy from One Piece, making a funny face at the camera, which made Baige couldn't help but laugh.
At this moment, Hishen finished tidying up the table and saw her looking at the photos, her face suddenly filled with embarrassment. So, with a hint of awkwardness, he chuckled and said, "The room is all cleaned up. You've had a hard day on the boat. Go rest now. If you need anything, remember to call me."
Baige sat in the chair with a sly smile and said, "If you need anything, turn left 50 meters and you'll find the police station."
Hishen's face instantly turned red, and she raised her voice, saying loudly, "We're both university students now, and we're considered intellectuals. Don't bother the police for trivial matters! My mom will be back tomorrow! Anyway, you can rest assured. If anything happens at night, just message me on WeChat. I'll definitely hear it!"
As soon as the words fell, Hishen dashed away with a "whoosh," leaving Baige standing there in confusion.
"Ah, this college guy is quite interesting."
Baige looked in the direction of the stairs and muttered softly to herself, then slowly turned back to the room that Hishen had just finished tidying up. White clean sheets, a duvet with the scent of sunlight... Baige threw herself onto the bed, too tired to think much, and was soon overwhelmed by drowsiness, falling into a deep sleep.
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