Shi Dazhang was secretly angry.

OK, you guys are so mean. When you drink, you wait. I secretly spit into the jar. Don’t you want to know what the taste is? Then I let you taste the taste of ditch by yourself!

It's getting dark.

It was still a howling wind outside, but the rain stopped completely.

Wang Yi went out to see it.

The night is rheumatism and cold, not like July and February.

The spring breeze in February is like scissors, and it is still messy when it is cut.

The ground on the top of the mountain had dried up, and he went to the edge to look out at the sea.

The clouds are thick, and there must be heavy rain waiting.

They are now within the typhoon's impact, and when the typhoon passes through, they will bring down the heavy rain.

There are no stars in the sky, and it is gloomy and dim.

But the sea is bright.

Wang Yi looked at the sea and was surprised to find that there was a bright blue shining in the sea on the edge of Dapeng Island!

The night sea actually has a bright blue color. This blue exudes a thin light, revealing a resentful color in the wild waves.

The dusk drifted, the sea water was surging, and huge waves swelled up and beat the sea reefs, making a roar, scattering around, like a bomb exploded.

Blue bomb.

On a night without moonlight and starlight, the waves should be dark and colorless when they bloom, but tonight the waves on Dapeng Island were dyed with a hazy halo.

The originally pure and clear sea water suddenly had a melancholy temperament. They surging in pieces, driving large clusters of blue fluorescence.

Like a dream.

Wang Yi didn't expect to see the fluorescent sea here!

He shouted to the others in surprise: "Hey, come and see, the sea water has turned blue."

The militiamen who came out to let the news came and laughed after watching him: "This is Yashahai, what's so strange about it?"

"It seems that not only we are afraid of this storm, but also the Dragon Prince is afraid. Killing Yasha to sacrifice to the sky, the Yasha blood is flowing out."

"Teacher, Tian Jun, come and see it. It's the fluorescent sea. It's so beautiful - but be careful, it's very windy!"

Wang Yi said: "Yes, this is a fluorescent sea. The fluorescent seas in the outer islands usually only exist around the Dragon Boat Festival. I didn't expect that I would see such a large fluorescent sea today."

Yi Qiaomu is still cultured. After seeing this, he explained: "This is a kind of seaweed that is rich in fluorescein. It should be that Storm Day blown them over, blowing them up, and the surface rubs the fluorescein violently through the sea water, and then produces a large piece of blue fluorescence."

“It’s beautiful!”

His student Tian Jun said, "Teacher, I'll take a photo for you."

They came with cameras and had to take photos of the lighthouse before repairing it.

Tian Jun went to take out the camera carefully from his suitcase.

The militia were curious, and several young men surrounded them and looked at them. Tian Jun blocked them and said, "This is a Nikon camera, a Japanese imported product. Don't touch it. It's very expensive."

Wang Yi felt nervous.

Damn, this isn't one of the two F-3s I sold, right?

He leaned over and looked at it roughly, his heart tightened: "Is this a Nikon F-3?"

Tian Jun smiled and said, "Do you still know the F-3? It seems that he is also a photography enthusiast? But I am an F-2, specifically F-2A."

Wang Yi suddenly realized.

Does this Nikon camera exist in the country?

He asked, “How much does this camera cost?”

Tian Jun said: "It's worth several thousand yuan. I don't know what it is. It was purchased by the school and bought it the year before. I handed it over to our Department of Architecture this year."

The militia were shocked when they heard this: "It's just a few thousand yuan for such a small machine?"

"Kill people, rob money!"

Wang Yi thoughtful.

Since the F-2 can be imported, the F-3 should be imported, so that you can sell Nikon cameras openly.

He stood in the wind and thought, his eyes filled with blue surging in the darkness.

The wind is strong and the waves are surging, and the fluorescent sea on Dapeng Island is not inferior to the Blue Light Beach.

The fluorescent light on the Blue Light Beach is as transparent and quiet as starlight, with a romantic atmosphere.

The fluorescence of Dapeng Island is very active, and it is a smurf jumping from the sea.

The night was dim and the ocean suddenly became bright.

An extremely strong light came out from the high lighthouse and shone far away. Wang Yi looked along the light and seemed to be able to see the dock in the county!

This lighthouse is so awesome!

People at sea were unusually intimate about the strong lights emitted by the lighthouse, and militia gathered together to look at the light on the sea with their arms around.

Under the strong light, the stormy waves are clearer.

Some people also felt sorry for diesel and said to Song Guoqiang: "Brother Qiang, there are no boats at sea tonight, why are you still lighting up the lights? Wasting oil."

Song Guoqiang said: "Who said there will be no ships when there are typhoons? Maybe there are ships that don't know if there are typhoons today, or if there are ocean-going ships coming back, so our lighthouse will play a big role."

"Besides, this is the government's rule. No matter what weather, as long as the lighthouse is not broken, it will emit light... The red stars shine..." Gu Chi

After he finished speaking, he hummed a song.

Obviously, he was also infected by the afternoon sing of the militia.

They went to cook hot meals in batches. The militia on Tianya Island continued to eat instant noodles and noodle soup and pancakes. Now the militia have a deeper relationship after raping, and some people go to mix the noodle soup with a smile.

Dabang waited for someone and had to add more water and try to divide some soup out.

Li Yansong was very upset with a sad face.

The soup was filled with too much water, so the sauce tasted very light. He finally bought a pack of instant noodles, but failed to taste it.

After eating and drinking, Wang Yi was invited to the front.

The militia still haven't forgotten his storytelling...

So, Wang Yi's low voice sounded in the dark room: "My grandfather's name is Hu Guohua. The ancestors of the Hu family were famous young people in the villages - no, they were big landlords, and beautiful big landlords in the villages."

"When I was the most awesome, I bought several buildings and several streets in the city. I could raise several wives happily by collecting rent. But as the saying goes, wealth can only last for three generations. This makes sense. My family property was passed down to my grandfather's generation. Time entered the Republic of China period, and then the family began to decline..."

The strong wind blew outside the house, and the people inside the house were so scared that their souls left their bodies.

Wang Yi said in vernacular terms that "Ghost Blows Out the Light" is naturally not as good as books in hand, and his talent for singing the world is not comparable to that of him.

But the environment will be coordinated tonight.

A group of men were trapped on an isolated island in a windy day, and then listened to ghost stories in the dark night - Wang Yi paused when he thought of this:

This is the most standard island model in murder mystery novels!

Also called Blizzard Villa murder mode!

He hesitated, wondering if he should change it to "Murder of the Oriental Train". He is familiar with this story and he likes suspense mystery novels very much.

As a result, when he paused here, the militiamen became anxious: "Teacher Wang, please tell me quickly."

"Yes, yes, let's continue, what happened after your grandfather went to the cemetery of Shisanlitpu?"

"It's not Teacher Wang's grandfather, Teacher Wang's surname is Wang..."

"His ancestor's surname is Hu, it's definitely true, Teacher Wang said it himself..."

Wang Yi rolled his eyes and had to continue talking: "It was a hairy moon that night. Comrades, do you know what a hairy moon is?"

Storytelling continued until the early morning.

It started raining again in the early morning, and the militia could not bear it anymore and began to sleep in a staggering manner - I was too tired during the day.

There are few houses on Dapeng Island and there are many militiamen. They can only sit on their raincoats with their knees in their arms.

Wang Yi couldn't sleep.

The sound of wind, rain, waves, farts, grinds teeth and talks in the sleep.

The room was so messy.

The wind began to decrease the next morning, so Yi Qiaomu sighed with relief.

He looked at the high lighthouse and laughed: He fulfilled his mission, but finally failed to destroy this century-old lighthouse at his own hands.

In this way, he looked at Wang Yi.

The eyes are more and more appreciative.

Shi Dazhang came to him and asked, "Expert Yi, we have finally saved the lighthouse. This is a great achievement. When will we have a celebration banquet?"
To be continued...