Where there is oppression, there is resistance! A dimly lit sea immersed in dense fog, slowly, lighthouses and small islands are looming. A small boat, carrying an old man and a young man to chop the waves, came to the sea frontier of this country to guide the way home for the ships operating at sea. Big waves slammed against the reefs along the coast, and small boats were swaying and moored on the shore. One old man and one young man carried enough supplies for a month's life, packed them in a big box, got off the boat, and walked towards the lighthouse. On the opposite side, the two lighthousemen who came to change shifts may have returned to their hearts like arrows. They did not look at the two who came to change shifts, did not say hello, and went straight to the returning boat. The two finally carried the heavy supplies and came to the duty room next to the lighthouse. They put down the boxes and looked back, only to see the boat swaying and carrying their predecessors farther and farther, in the thick fog. will be gone. Entering the duty room, the interior is clean and it is a wooden structure. People walk on the wooden floor and make a creaking sound. The second floor is the lounge, the first floor is the kitchen and dining room. There are several glass windows. Also bright. The old and the young, the old one is the monitor, the youngest is the clerk, on this barren island, the two have to work for a month. The old man's white beard is thick and thick, like a face of good hair, but his eyebrows are dark and thick. part of his body. He threw his luggage on the luggage rack on the first floor without spreading it out neatly, and went straight to the lounge on the second floor, lay down on the bed, and snored for a while. This young clerk has a mustache and looks at you as if staring at you. He looked around on the first floor, lit a cigarette, and surveyed the room where he was going to work for a month. The room was very clean by his ex. He sat down on the chair beside the table, blew out a smoke ring, and felt a while of exhaustion. After all, after a day of bumpy rides in the boat, his body was about to fall apart, and he also went to the lounge on the second floor. There are two wooden beds in the lounge, one on the left and one on the right, separated by a long table in the middle. The old monitor has already occupied the bed on the right, and the young man can only sleep on the bed on the left. The old monitor on the opposite side rolled over, his butt rushed out, poof~~~. He let out a loud fart. The small lounge was originally a very claustrophobic space, and soon there was a disgusting smell of rotten eggs. The young man pouted in disgust and didn't say anything. After all, the old man was a senior officer here, and his work performance had to be assessed by the old monitor, and then he could receive a salary from the Ocean Division Bureau according to the assessment. He has a pen in his hands, so he understands that he can't offend the squad leader here, and he has to perform as well as possible. He sat down on his bed, touched the bed with his hand, and felt a touch of dampness. This bed is replaced by another person every month. I don't know how many people have slept. What stories do these people have, and whether they are also in the predicament of life? To this place far from human civilization, do they have relatives and children. He lay down, put on the quilt, and smelled a smell of sweat. Once it came, he was comfortable with it. If he persisted for a month, he could get a lot of money. After all, the farther the island is from the mainland, the higher the salary, and here far enough. He felt a hard object inside the pillow, got up and looked at the pillow. He saw a hole on the edge of the yellowed pillow. He reached out and found a ceramic doll in the shape of a mermaid. It was about the size of a palm, with a lifelike face and a naked chest. , slender waist, but unfortunately the lower body is a fish tail, he wiped back and forth with his thumb on the chest above the ceramic, these two protrusions, I don't know how many people have touched them like this. It didn't even have the original color. He looked at this ceramic mermaid and was fascinated. This is a woman. It has been a long time since he tasted a woman. If the fish tail below had two legs, how beautiful it would be.
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