Kiyono Rin looked at the book with a smile on his lips.

"Yes, yes." Shiro Watanabe wiped his hands and left the bar.

"Do you know how to play the piano?" Miki Kujo leaned seductively on the bar, her pair of bare legs squintingly against each other.

"I have been on the boat since I was born, how could I not play the piano?"

"There is a necessary connection between the two?" Kiyono Rin said, "Born on the boat is more of a sailor."

"Just wait and see."

Shiro Watanabe sat down, lifted up the cover of the zither, and made his fingers crackle.

That doesn't look like a pianist, but a strong sailor who is ready to fight with the sea monsters.

'Other me, it's your turn, come on.'

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"Come on me, please turn off "Five Mixed Miscellaneous Less". Hurry up, it makes my ears hurt." Tsuku Watanabe pointed at the record machine, an obsession with artists not caring about their superiority.

Mrs. Kujoo was about to get up, and Miki Kyujo stood up first, holding a milk cup, and walking on her youthful and beautiful legs, turning off the record machine.

Then, she sat on the piano bench.

"Play it, the pianist born on the sea."

"Shh." Watanabe Tetsu pressed his finger on her lips.

When the world was left with only the waves and the sound of wind, Toru Watanabe used his fingers that touched the lips of Miki Miki and touched the keys.

It seemed that someone climbed onto the deck and walked into the cabin, and it was a seaweed girl.

She found a place to sit down and fiddled with the small harp in her hand;

Someone came again, it was a conch. It looked around the cabin with his eyes, took off the conch on his back, and blew the sound of the whimpering sea breeze.

A large group of whales with great lung capacity came in.

They were accurate in their eyes, quickly occupied the bow of the ship, lined up neatly, inhaling and breathing, like a choir chanting and singing hymns to the sea.

There are more and more creatures in the sea, some accompaniment, some dancing, and some listening with their ears on their ears.

In the late night, the lights were all turned on, the yacht was magnificent and exquisite as the dance scene, as if the banquet was held all the time.

The beautiful sound of the piano, the sea and the Milky Way, blends into one.

The yacht is leisurely, wandering in the beautiful world, waiting for the tide to send it to where it should go.

Watanabe Tetsu let go of the keys with his fingers, and there was still a soft aftertaste in the cabin.

The yacht fell silent, and the only four spectators seemed to have become stone statues of mermaids under the sea, staring at the pianist quietly.

"Pai!" Mrs. Kujo applauded, "The worse your whiskey is, the wonderful sound of your piano is!"

Everyone who was immersed in the sound of the piano just now laughed.

"Forget that damn whiskey and let me play another song for you."

"Okay, sir."

Toru Watanabe looked at Mihiki Kujo: "Together?"

"What do you want?" Miki Nijo put down her milk cup and stretched her slender fingers.

"March for endless dreams."

"I want to hear your oboe."

“It’s OK anytime.”

The two pressed the keys.

The concert didn't end until late at night.

Not only Watanabe Toru, everyone performed on the stage, and they were all hand-held and were at the elite level for the most time.

Of course, midnight snacks are indispensable, and cocktails of various flavors are also indispensable.

When she returned to the bedroom, the door was closed, Miki Kyujo hugged her and handed her tongue.

Watanabe Shiro had been fascinated by the fact that when he was in the cabin living room just now, he wanted to press her to the bar and invade her from behind.

After everything was over, Miki Kyujo fell asleep.

But Tsuku Watanabe, who never had insomnia, couldn't sleep because of the first time he slept on the boat.

He gently got out of bed, put on a coat, and walked up to the second floor.

There was no one left, and there was a glass of scattered drinks on the bar.

Tsuku Watanabe poured all these drinks and washed them one by one.

"Didn't sleep?" Kiyono's figure emerged from the stairs.

"I'm not used to yachts, this is the first time I've been on a boat in my life." Shiro Watanabe looked at her and continued to clean it.

Rin Kiyono walked over and stood beside him.

When he finishes washing one, he will dry it with a towel.

"You can't sleep because you're sleeping outside for the first time?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"Um."

The two of them stopped talking, one washed and the other wiped.

After all the washing was finished, Rin Kiyono handed over a towel to Toru Watanabe.

"Go back to sleep?" She looked at Shiro Watanabe wiped her hands.

"No sleepiness, go back."

"Neither I."

Watanabe Toru looked at her snow-white shoulders exposed from her collar, and her heart thrusts.

"Go outside," he put down his towel, "go to the third floor to blow the night breeze."

The two of them cut a plate of fruit, took some snacks such as pistachios, and went to the open-air viewing platform.

The yacht is driving slowly at the speed of people walking, and the night wind is neither slow nor anxious.

The moon is invisible, the stars are everywhere, and there is silence.

"There is an illusion that we are the only one in the world." Kiyono Rin's tone was a little relaxed.

"The human world has become a zombie, are the five of us the last survivors?" Watanabe Toru put the fruit on the table.

"That's not bad, either." Kiyono Rin placed the snacks next to the fruit.

The two sat side by side on chairs, facing south and looking up at the night sky.

The vast Milky Way hangs in front of you, with stars dotted, like a clear river.

The sea and the Milky Way are separated by 30 kilometers from the sky to the earth, and there is also a far and unlimited universe.

It seems that there is no connection, but the starlight of the Milky Way sprinkles the sea, and there is also the shadow of the Milky Way deep in the sea.

"Meteor." Rin Kiyono looked at the night sky.

"See it." said Toru Watanabe.

One, two, three, and a total of three meteors.

"Have you made a wish?" Kiyono Rin asked.

"Will you believe this kind of legend?"

"Don't believe it, but whether you wish or not has nothing to do with believing or not."

"It makes sense." Watanabe Tsuki nodded, "I didn't make a wish, but I had what I wanted to do."

"Tell me, look."

"If you are far away, let the two of you reconcile; if you are close, you want to kiss your shoulder."

Kiyono Rin's hair was blown up slightly, and a few strands of hair ran to her lips.

She removed these naughty hair and said, "Don't say something unrealistic all day long."

"What about touching your legs?"

"Apart from these, have you never thought about anything else?"

"Not even possible? Well, then I'll hug you, I can't cut the price any more, this price is already very low."

Rin Kiyono sighed softly.

"This afternoon, don't say kissing me on the shoulder or holding me, even if I kissed me at that time, I wouldn't refuse." She looked down at the undulating waves.
To be continued...