Marvel's Monster Hunter World

On the ferry bound for Jinshan Island, the top cabin.

There were not many passengers, about twenty or so.

A few scattered tourists from out of town seemed not to have expected that sh was so cold at this time. There was an old man still wearing early autumn clothes. The old man was accompanied by two young people, a man and a woman. The man was frail and pale, and looked like he was seriously ill. He coughed from time to time when the cold wind blew. The girl was much healthier and thoughtfully put on a down jacket for the old man.

"I don't need this," the old man said rather stubbornly. He handed the down jacket to the young man and said, "Hua Yu, put it on, your bones can't stand the cold."

The young man known as Hua Yu didn't shy away. He took the down jacket and put it on, but his face was still expressionless. The girl glared at him and said: "Brother, grandpa is so old, why are you trying to fight him?" Yes, I’m taking yours with me too.”

After she finished speaking, she pulled out a snakeskin bag from under her feet, untied the red rope, took out a red cotton-padded jacket and prepared to hand it over. The young man turned his face away without even looking at it: "I told you, I won't wear this. ."

"Then you can't wear grandpa's clothes." Of course the girl was not happy.

"Qingyu, let him wear it. I bought this because he liked it. How can I wear a floral cotton-padded jacket that rural people only wore twenty years ago?" The old man was full of silver hair and showed no signs of weakness when he spoke. He looked out the window at the river and said loudly: "This world doesn't dare to let me get cold. I think I was only 12 years old when I participated in the Battle of Songhu. Brothers back then Lacking clothes and ammunition, I was shirtless and fighting against the Japanese in November. I didn’t even know what it meant to be cold at that time.”

The girl named Qingyu looks to be about 18 years old. If she is like a city girl who knows how to cover up, many people will believe her when she says she is 16 years old. This girl didn't mind other people's looks, so she put on the floral cotton-padded jacket in front of everyone. The cotton-padded jacket is a bit old, with more than a dozen large and small patches, but it can be seen that it has been repaired by skillful hands. In terms of stitching alone, it is not too shabby.

But as soon as this dress was put on, it immediately attracted most of the attention.

The three of them realized the strange looks around them. The old man laughed it off, while the woman was unmoved. However, the young man's pale face did not look good.

Xia Wushuang turned around and caught sight of this scene.

He admired this girl from the bottom of his heart. She was really a good girl who was not materialistic, and her eyes were surprisingly beautiful. Even though she was wearing tacky clothes, she looked a bit charming. This kind of cotton-padded jacket was indeed only available in rural areas twenty years ago. Xia Wushuang remembered that she had similar ones when she was a child. The country people called them "cotton clothes and pants."

It is said that when he was just in school, he made a lot of jokes about this matter. Generally, cotton clothes and trousers are passed down from older brothers and sisters in the family, and younger brothers and sisters continue to wear them. In order to ensure the quality, the buttons are generally very tight. If a child puts it on, he often cannot untie it by himself. So in that era, it was common for children in preschool to wet their pants, and it was nothing new to defecate in their crotch and cry.

When the people around looked at the old man and his entourage with strange eyes, Xia Wushuang was the only one in the entire cabin who showed kindness and nodded to the old man. This scene happened to be seen by the brother and sister. This time the thin man had no expression on his face, but the "immaterial" girl in Xia Wushuang's heart glared at him fiercely.

Xia Wushuang smiled. It seemed that face was never a trivial matter for a woman, no matter how virtuous she was.

However, there was something in his smile that reminded him of interesting things from his childhood, and it was not entirely directed at them.

"Get out, get out!"

A casual remark suddenly broke the atmosphere. The four men in black who were originally sitting in the back stood up and kicked the passengers down one level one by one.

"Oh, what are you doing?" Several local middle-aged women looked reluctant, but when they saw the men in black's fierce looks, they picked up their things and went down obediently.

The man in black walked from back to front, and was about to reach the position of the old man and others. Xia Wushuang's eyes turned cold, and he quietly grabbed a chair next to him with his right hand.

"Get your dirty hands away!" Just when one of the men in black tried to put his hand on the old man's shoulder, a man suddenly stood up two rows behind the old man and grabbed the hand in a flash. .

This man was not tall, about 1.65 meters tall. His appearance was good, but he had a scar between his eyebrows. He had kept his head down since he got on the boat. If he hadn't taken action, no one would have noticed his existence.

"Could it be that the prying eyes I felt just now were not directed at me? Is this Scarface a member of the club, or is he an undercover agent whose clues were discovered by the club members!"

He didn't have time to understand. The next moment, Xia Wushuang felt something strange.

The feeling was very strange, as if the air had frozen, making it difficult to breathe.

The man in black whose hand was caught turned his head and looked at the scarred man with a half-smile, then turned back to look at the old man and his party, and said slowly: "Old man, please, please."

"Okay, I'll make room for you." The old man was very straightforward. Without saying any nonsense, he pulled Hua Yu and Qingyu downstairs.

"Pa!" When Qingyu in a cotton-padded jacket passed by, the man in black quickly slapped her butt with one hand, which was half teasing and half provocative. The little girl instantly blushed to the roots of her ears. Hua Yu, who had a sickly look on his face, turned around, his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire.

"Let's go, let's go, there will be a lot of meat if we touch it. Besides, I'm not a kid, so I can't afford to be embarrassed." The old man smiled heartily, and the three of them kicked off.

"It's fleeting, and it's that hard-to-breathe feeling again." Xia Wushuang felt uncomfortable again, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the woman in red wearing sunglasses in the far right corner, taking in everything. She was like a ball of fire, a burning bloody fire.

The woman glanced at the scarred man, got up and walked away.

Intuition told Xia Wushuang that there must be a story about that woman, and he got up and prepared to chase her.

"and many more!"

A voice stopped Xia Wushuang, it was one of the four men in black.

Xia Wushuang stopped.

"What are you doing here at Jinshan Island?" the other party asked,

"Relax," Xia Wushuang replied. He looked back at the scarred man and chased after him.

But when he came down, there was no trace of the woman in red, as if she had never been there.

There was the sound of a fierce fight upstairs, and the vague words were: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."