Five hundred seventy-two

Back then, there was no warmth. Perhaps Mo Yuan wouldn't have forgiven me, and we would have been together long ago."LDA's face was grim. Han Bi's accusations made her furious. She had worked hard fo...Wu Shuang and Gui Mian's plane made an emergency landing on a small island in the South China Sea, just an hour's flight from the Philippines. The aircraft's fuel system malfunctioned, forcing them to land. While Gui Mian repaired the fuel system, they ran out of fuel and couldn't find any sources to replenish it. The two spent three days on the island. Three days later, a fishing boat ventured into waters near the Philippines. They managed to board the fishing vessel and headed towards the North Sea, where they transferred to another ship and continued their journey to the Philippines.

The two of them weren't in a hurry, and their schedule was very relaxed. They took the opportunity to tour the island. The fisherman who hosted them was a Chinese couple, middle-aged, with a six-year-old son and a three-year-old daughter. The whole family relied on the father for fishing as their livelihood.

The fisherman who took in Wushuang and Gui Mian was surnamed Zhang, in his thirties, known as Lao Zhang. His wife was called Zhang Sao. Wushuang and their family got along very well. Both husband and wife were very enthusiastic and took them to play and enjoy the island's scenery. This small island was 80% Chinese, all relying on fishing for a living, life was relatively hard.

Although life was difficult, they remained optimistic. Every day, Zhang's sister-in-law would greet them with a smile, never worrying about their hardships. Family happiness was the most important thing to them; they were always cheerful together. What worried her most was her husband's dangerous job fishing at sea. She wouldn't feel at ease until he returned home safely. If he didn't fish, life would be unbearably difficult, and they had no other skills to rely on.

Wu Shuang took Zhang's two children, Xiao Jie and Xiao Yu, to play at the beach every day. The two children saw a person with purple eyes for the first time, they thought it was beautiful and liked Wu Shuang very much. The few of them played at the beach every day.

She found a battered guitar in Lao Zhang's house. It was said that Lao Zhang was a master guitarist back in the day, but these past few years, weighed down by life's burdens, he hadn't played for ages. The strings were also a bit broken. This guitar was a token of love Lao Zhang had given to Zhang Sao back then. It touched the heart of Zhang Sao, who came from a scholarly family, and she chose to spend her life with him through thick and thin. Wu Shuang looked at Zhang Sao's radiant smile every day and felt content, knowing that she must have never regretted her choice back then.

"Can you play the guitar" Gui Mian asked Wu Shuang curiously.

"Just wait and see." Wushuang smiled mysteriously. She was wearing a white sleeveless T-shirt and hot pants, sitting alone on a rock. The setting sun bathed her in a soft light, sweat trickling down her fair collarbone, both sexy and alluring, her whole being exuded an aura of powerful beauty. The setting sun cast a thin layer of light on her face. At this moment, Wushuang was beautiful like a pearl rising from the sea surface.

Wu Shuang tuned his guitar, trying a few different notes before playing "Sailor." He sang along as he played, and though the strings weren't particularly high quality, they seemed to come alive under his fingertips. The sound was clear and bright, full of emotion. The nearby fishermen were captivated by the music. This song resonated deeply with them, both fishermen and sailors alike. It was sung with a beautiful and grand feeling.

Her raven hair danced in the wind, a gentle sea breeze carrying her voice. She sang softly sometimes, raising her face to the sky at others, her every movement imbued with allure, as if lost in her own world accompanied only by her melody. Gui Mian was captivated, a faint memory stirring within him – a similar scene from years past. His fiancée had also sat on the rocks by the sea, dressed in a white gown, singing a song so beautiful it felt like yesterday.

Ghostly Noodle had a thought, picked up the camera, and captured this moment.

The setting sun, a stylish and sexy woman, a beautiful face, flowing hair, a deep blue sea, a lost expression... It's like a bright painting, but with a sense of loneliness and grandeur.

Mo Wu Shuang, is truly striking.

Such a woman, who in the world is worthy of her

Who else could have the confidence to stand by her side without being overshadowed by her radiance In that moment, she was the only color in the world.

This song, "Sailor," was taught to her by Kaka when she first learned to play the guitar. Kaka taught her step-by-step. At that time, they were on Agent Island, the first terrorist organization's Agent Island, which she was not allowed to go to randomly. But Wushuang was willful and, relying on Ye Wei's privilege, went to Agent Island to find Kaka once. He happened to be resting for two days, so he taught her this song, "Sailor."

She loved the guitar, but she was too busy to learn. Finally, when she learned to play, she went to find him to show him. Those youthful days were wonderful. Thinking back now, the memories are tinged with the scent of the sea breeze.

Once the music ended, Wushuang still had a lingering smile on her lips. Gui Mian didn't dare to disturb her at this moment. Xiao Jie and Xiaoyu ran over and grabbed her arms, praising her, "Sister Wushuang, you play the guitar so well, and your singing is so nice..."

Wushuang came to her senses, picked up Xiaoyu and Xiaojie and sat them beside her, smiling and saying, "Sister will teach you."

Gui Mie was taking pictures on the side, Wushuang was teaching children how to play the guitar, when suddenly they saw several fishing boats returning. The women waiting by the sea waved and cheered as the fishermen who had gone out to sea a few days ago came back.

Wushuang didn't really care at first. The weather had been good for a few days, and there was little danger sailing out to sea. She had almost figured out the habits of the fishermen. What truly caught her attention was the thick scent of blood carried by the sea breeze...

The ghosts also felt it, both of them looked up towards the fishing boats. There were four fishing boats that had returned, and a woman beside them said, “How come there are only four boats, ten boats went out…”

The fishing boats docked, Wusuang squinted her eyes. A man came down from one of the fishing boats, covered in blood. His wife was shocked and rushed up, screaming. The onlookers were startled, then several more people got off the boat, and immediately after they carried out over ten corpses…

Wushuang and Gui Mian looked at each other, Xiao Jie and Xiaoyu were startled and hurriedly ran into Zhang Sao's arms. Wushuang and Gui Mian quickly went over to take a look, the corpse was covered in blood with more than ten bullet holes all over its body...

Bullet

Several women rushed forward, throwing themselves onto the bodies and wailing loudly. The heart-wrenching cries tinged even the sea breeze with sorrow. The returning fishermen stood solemnly beside them, tears streaming down their faces. Among them, one woman was the most devastated; her husband and two sons had perished in this fishing trip.

Wu Shuang lived on the island for several days, and she was deeply touched by the simplicity and warmth of the fishermen. At first glance at this tragedy, her heart ached, and she could roughly guess what they had gone through.

It must be due to illegal fishing beyond the territorial waters, encountering maritime police... A wave of anger arose from my heart. Even if these fishermen accidentally crossed the border, the Coast Guard shouldn't have opened fire, resulting in so many lives lost. Because of the brutal exploitation of nearshore waters by fishermen, the lack of fish in nearshore areas has troubled every fisherman. Therefore, when fishermen go out to sea, they sometimes fish beyond their own waters, causing chaos.

But usually it’s about driving someone out, who would shoot anyone

That's too much.Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."