The sun sets in the west, and the sea is full of colorful flowers.

Zhen Ai sat on the side of the boat, lying on the railings and swaying his feet. The sea water was bright under his feet, and the floating light leaped into gold, as beautiful and brilliant as the old days. Yan Su stood beside her, with his hands in his pockets. In the chilly sea breeze, he was as tall as a tree.

A tree on the sea.

He stood and she sat; watching the sun fall from above her head into the sea, and watching the scenery and the sea breeze silently together is also warm and pleasant.

Occasionally, he lowered his eyes and looked at her feet swaying happily on the sea, and his heart was relaxed and happy.

He thought that he really hoped that he could give her a peaceful and happy life, just the two of them, and then look at her every day and be happy forever.

He never thought that one day his heart would become so soft and tender. In fact, he really liked himself when he was with her.

The sun has been completely engulfed by the sea water, and the sky and the ocean suddenly become darker, and the colorful sky reflects the blurred moon.

The summer solstice is coming.

He lowered his head, Zhen Ai tilted his head and looked at the sea on the railing. He touched her hair and said gently: "I haven't eaten well these days. Is it okay to go to the banquet hall for dinner?"

"Okay." She raised her head, smiled sweetly, and was helped by him to stand up. "It's a pity that I haven't participated in any activities for so long."

Yan Su and Zhen Ai went there late, and the double table and the small dining table were already full. Yan Su originally said that he asked the chef to order the dishes and sent them to the cabin, but Zhen Ai thought the buffet was also good, so he took Yan Su to go with him.

There were other people on the big round table.

As soon as Zhen Ai sat down, she found that the person in the deskmate looked at her and Yan Su with subtle eyes. Zhen Ai felt strange and looked at Yan Su, who was removing the napkin for her and did not look at the people around her at all.

Is this why people look at her?

Zhen Ai was slightly embarrassed, but she was very sweet.

A few seconds later, a man in his thirties next to Yan Su started talking enthusiastically: "The two are 13 passengers, aren't they?"

Yan Su ignored it, but Zhen Ai looked up at him and asked curiously: "How do you know?"

The man grinned: "We are on the same luxury cabin as you. Look, from 11 to 11, we have known each other for the past few days. Only you 13 have never appeared except on the first day of boarding the boat."

He looked at Zhen Ai with a smile. Seeing her pale and weak face, his eyes became more meaningful: "If I had someone with me, I would not leave the cabin for a few days. How can the scenery inside the boat be better than outside the boat?"

Someone at the deskmate raised his eyebrows disdainfully, as if he despised his vulgar words, and seemed to look down on the lingering state of the young couple.

But Zhen Ai didn't understand him and asked in confusion: "Why is the scenery inside the boat not as good as outside the boat? I think the sea is very beautiful!"

Someone smiled and laughed at the table.

Yan Su gently held Zhen Ai's hand, but his eyes were sharp and silent. He raised his eyes and looked at the man next to him: "Are you an online program host?"

The man was flattered when he spoke just now: "Do you know me?"

"I don't know." Yan Su said coldly, "habitually exaggeratedly, and all fake smiles; too much talk and too attentive; either a salesman or a host."

Before he finished speaking, everyone else on the dining table cast a surprise look; Zhen Ai knew that Yan Su was right.

The online host couldn't hold on his face, but he was quite willing to find a way for himself: "Haha, it seems that I'm not annoying salesman."

Yan Su had not finished speaking coldly: "Salesman's words are often persuasive." The implication is that

"And salesmen are polite and often speak less vulgar."

The host's face completely collapsed.

After listening happily, Zhen Ai found that she liked Yan Su's reasoning and tone very much, but it seemed that the atmosphere on the scene was a little colder. She noticed it, but she was so happy that she didn't care.

At this time, the man next to the host asked, "Can you tell what profession I have?"

"Writer." Yan Su didn't raise his head and handed the water cup to Zhen Ai.

Zhen Ai was still having fun drinking water and watched him perform with the others.

He took out his napkins in an orderly manner, and spoke quickly without any emotion:

"Depending on your age, you are only 3 years old? In just a few minutes, you frequently rub your neck and back. The cervical and lumbar vertebrae are very bad because you sit in meditation for a long time; you are very heavy in dark circles and stay up late for a long time; your wrists are also a little struggling, and you hold the mouse too frequently, resulting in poor wrist joints; you have a notebook on your hand when you eat, and you want to record all your daily hearings. Is this enough?"

The writer was stunned for two seconds, and his eyes immediately showed their brilliance behind the thick lenses. He hurriedly picked up the notebook to record, while exclaiming: "You are so amazing. I am writing a detective, and I hope I will have the opportunity to learn from you..."

"Do I look like a public class teacher?" Yan Su blocked him coldly with one sentence.

A beautiful woman opposite was always watching with interest. After hearing this, she bent her red lips and held her cheeks with her hands, and asked gently and charmingly: "Then you can tell, what am I doing?"

Zhen Ai Xun looked over. The woman was wearing thick makeup, very beautiful, and her clothes looked very classy, ​​but she was a little exposed. The two white rabbits on her chest were half exposed, round and bulging.

Zhen Ai couldn't help staring at her for a few seconds, and found that the woman's meaningful gaze fell on her head, so she quickly withdrew her gaze awkwardly.

When the woman saw Zhen Ai's dazed eyes, her homosexual comparison mentality was caused by the influence of her pride, she proudly thrust her chest out, and looked at Yan Su with a more gentle look.

Yan Su glanced at it halfway: "Actor." After saying that, he focused on cutting the steak.

"Why?" The woman blinked, and Guan Yansu could not see it at all.

Yan Su didn't raise his head: "You are very good at posing and showing off your beautiful side, and your smile and eyes are full of performance marks. Given your height, you are not a model."

When the woman heard this, she glanced at Zhen Ai and smiled a little proudly: "I really admire it."

But Zhen Ai didn't think there was anything wrong with Yan Su's words. She knew very well that Yan Su was just explaining objective facts, not praising her beauty from an appreciation point of view. Moreover, he had not finished speaking yet,

"Your clothes and cosmetics are expensive, but you are not elegant enough, not a noble lady. So, you are either a high-end prostitute or an actress."

...

The actress's face was slightly stiff. After half a second, she also smiled: "But do you want me to be a senior prostitute or girl?"

Yan Su looked at her in disguise: "Do you have something to do with me at the advanced or low level?"

The actor shrugged, bit his lip and smiled again: "How do you infer that I am an actor? Do you have temperament?"

Yan Su frowned very lightly, as if he felt that the woman's logic was terrible: "Don't you admit it yourself?"

The actor couldn't hold on, but from the bottom of his heart he felt that this man was very interesting to be cold and rejected by her man. He smiled sweetly: "Oh, that's really my trump card first."

This is very suggestive.

As usual, Zhen Ai didn't understand any words with yellow meaning. Yan Su didn't know if he understood it, but he didn't react. He still cut the steak meticulously, small pieces neatly like a machine cut.

But the men around him felt that they had been stolen from the limelight and were unhappy. The man sitting next to the actor questioned: "Maybe you knew about our profession from the beginning, right?"

Yan Su said lightly: "This is the first time I have seen you, because you are too obvious."

The man raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then what am I doing?"

"Surgeon." Yan Su glanced at him coldly, "You wiped your hands for less than 5 times, and you are obsessed with cleanliness; your hands are not well-deserved, slightly wrinkled and dry, and you have long-term disinfectant; there are traces of thin threads on your fingers, and you must tie knots with thin threads when suturing surgery. When talking to people around you, you show a strong sense of arrogance. You have a relatively high social status. The possibility is that you are a surgeon."

The doctor opened his mouth, very frustrated and could not speak.

A simple-looking woman next to the doctor clapped and clapped her hands and said, "So amazing. Where is me?"

"Premium teacher." Yan Su glanced at her, "About 3 years old, with a gentle and sincere smile, simple dress and cute and childish style, gentle tone, childish, and clapping movements have the distinctive characteristics of kindergarten teachers. With the children, you look younger than your peers."

A trace of joy flashed in the kindergarten teacher's eyes, and this sincere and serious praise was very helpful to her.

Zhen Ai also looked at her happily, thinking that her boyfriend is so amazing. It was so fun to be with him and never bored at any time.

The other woman left on the table was very tall, wearing heavy makeup, and smiled and said, "I don't need to say anything, I'm just a model." Before this was finished, the actor next to her glanced at her disdainfully, the model ignored her and continued to ask, "You can see the profession of the rest of the people?"

"There are lawyers, racers, and boxers left." Yan Su glanced at the remaining three men.

Everyone on the table secretly admired him, and the lawyer asked, "Then, can you ask about your profession?"

Zhen Ai listened to it, thought logician, decryption expert, behavioral analysis, psychology... he will definitely choose...

"Logist." Yan Su answered indifferently.

Zhen Ai smiled, she knew that this was his beloved subject.

"Logic?" The strong-bodied boxer burst into laughter, "What's the use of logic? Can this be sold as a meal?"

After hearing the words, everyone at the desk pretended to despise him for being rude.

But Yan Su didn't mind. He looked at him and saw a small scar on the back of his hand, and asked, "Do you have a puppy at home?"

The boxer was stunned and replied: "Have."

Yan Su continued: "It depends on your interest, it must be not your support."

"It's my wife."

"Holding puppies requires more independent time. Either your wife is a housewife or your family hires a nanny."

"Yes, my wife is a housewife, and we have a nanny at home."

"Raising dogs also requires relatively large space, and your family is likely to have a separate courtyard."

“Yes, there are villas in our suburbs.”

"So, your family's financial situation is good, and you are more successful in boxing."

"right."

"Your wife has no job and is completely dependent on you. You have a good career, and usually in this case, the relationship between husband and wife is also good."

“Very close.”

"So, you can have about 4-5 sexual activities a week."

"Yes." The boxer was completely ashamed.
To be continued...