I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

After closing the diary, Tu Fu's brows were instinctively frowned, and he carefully stuffed it into the bookcase and piled it with the textbooks, without any sense of disobedience.

As a serious person, it is normal to indulge one's heart when recording a good life.

Anyway, no one can understand Chinese characters, so there is no such thing as social death.

To Tu Fu's surprise, everything went well after returning from the boat. As survivors of the church attack, Tu Fu and the Winster family did not hear the strange singing again for a long time, and the other party seemed to let them go.

He sighed heavily:

"However, as Mr. Roman said, even if ten or twenty years have passed after experiencing such a mysterious incident, even if the murderer has been brought to justice, there is still no guarantee that the person involved will wipe his neck quietly one day."

Sunday morning.

After a simple wash in the bathroom, Tu Fu yawned and went downstairs to eat the morning that his aunt had prepared long ago.

Delicate oat milk, vegetable salad and fragrant fluffy egg pie are good arrangements even in middle-class families.

In front of the dining table, a naturally beautiful blond-haired charming girl looked very moving under the sun.

Sophie, who got up early, had already enjoyed the food, and her brows were also frowned, "Hey, I've been thinking about it for a long time, it seems that the voice of your voice was in the dream that day."

"Sophie, I swear by the Statue of Wisdom in San Diego, this has nothing to do with me."

Tu Fu swears, but still feels guilty because of Sophie's amazing sixth sense.

He also didn't expect that the telephone in the suite would be able to accurately call anyone's brain through the concierge number, and it was still the kind that could not be rejected, which was more powerful than precise coordinate locking.

From a certain point of view, he can even sing a whole paragraph of rap when some extraordinary people are promoted, comparable to those evil gods who like to whisper in people's ears.

"Why don't you see Uncle and Aunt?" Tu Fu picked up the pie, took a sip of milk and deliberately changed the subject.

"Mom and Aunt Rowling are going to a wedding party, and she never calls me for such a good thing."

Sophie complained, and pushed the sips of breakfast towards Tu Fu, "As for Dad, you know, I haven't seen him for a long time.

It's hard to imagine how bad the law and order in Liz is now. A lazy person like him started working overtime. "

"It's really bad." Tu Fu also agreed.

If Uncle Ethan was here, he would definitely look at his two unlucky children with a dark face and slap each of them.

"Oh my God, there's nothing more boring than being at home alone on the weekend." Sophie tugged at her blond hair bored, then shook her head vigorously, "If there is, it must be spending the weekend with Tu Fu."

Oh, fickle Aquarius.

Tu Fu complained coldly, "I'm afraid it won't be as you wished, because I have an appointment today."

"What! Say it again."

Sophie almost burst her eyes out of disbelief, and she couldn't believe her ears even more.

"So, Miss Sophie will have the most boring weekend in history." Tu Fu said seriously: "Maybe, you can find a new member of Mr. Exxon's house next door to join you. I prefer its soft fur."

The neighbor next to Winster's house is a very talkative and good-tempered old man in his seventies, who likes to instill his life principles in everyone he meets.

In fact, most of the owners who live on Crescent Street are very polite to others, not because they have a good temper, but because they live here.

It's like you don't become rich because you are kind, but rich people are extra patient with people of the same level.

Sophie subconsciously turned her head to look at the neighbor, "But isn't there only old Exxon in his house?"

"Of course, because little Phoebe is a smooth-haired Brad Retriever." Tu Fu winked mischievously, "At least, it's a male dog."

"roll!"

With this seriously insulting sentence, Sophie was so angry that she stretched out her pink fist to hit him.

Tu Fu did not lie, and this rest day was indeed reserved.

A few days ago, the Cinderella Grace Kelly in the class who suspected to like him found him, hoping to make an appointment today to spend a pleasant rest day together.

In fact, this is the first time Tu Fu has accepted such an invitation in his two lifetimes. He is afraid that he is seriously lacking in dating experience.

"By the way, Sophie, are there any boys chasing you at school?" Tu Fu hesitated for a while before asking this question.

"This will be the biggest problem that plagues me in my life."

Tu Fu asked again: "If someone confesses to you, how do you politely refuse them without being rude?"

"Congratulations, you finally asked the right person this question." Speaking of this, Sophie got a lot of energy: "This needs to be handled according to the relationship between each other."

"What if it's someone you don't know well?"

Sophie tilted her head and blinked her eyes, "Then you tell them the truth, maybe we can become friends and continue to get along for a while, and after a while, they may find other girls."

"But I have a pretty good relationship with her. This excuse is too far-fetched."

"Then you say that you just ended an unforgettable relationship, which caused you a lot of harm, and you haven't gotten rid of the shadow of your relationship until now, and you need more time to dilute your memories."

Sophie taught seriously, and Tu Fu also devoted himself to learning.

"After that?" He really didn't turn the corner.

"In the future, I will go to a bigger city. I believe there will be more and better choices there." Sophie spread her hands and asked back with the appearance of someone who has experienced it, "Why dig for gold on the road?"

"If the other party knows you well, knows that you are not troubled by old relationships, and has a very persistent attitude." Tu Fu thought about it, trying to learn a few more things from her.

At this time, Sophie suddenly sat upright, and became interested rarely.

She showed a little bit of shyness which was rare, and she even lowered her tone suddenly, she even winked her bright eyes at herself, and said softly, "You are as good to me as my brother."

"wonderful."

After a long silence, Tu Fu spit out the word from his mouth.

Sooner or later, if the Golden Mask Award is not awarded to Miss Winster, the fairness of the theater industry will look ridiculous.

After simply having breakfast and cleaning the plates, Tu Fu glanced at the clock.

There is still plenty of time for him to change into a decent attire, which includes a six-button white vest with pockets and a light-colored tweed suit.

After wrestling with the tie for a long time, Tu Fu hung a cheap brass pocket watch in the collared shirt pocket, and finally picked up an eight-piece hat to complete the complete outfit.

The youthful young man in the mirror, after a little modification of his clothes, has raised his energy by more than one level, exuding a strong and elegant book atmosphere, his handsome facial features seem to have been chiseled by a knife and an axe, and his perfect jawline has a classic beauty.

"Perfect."

Tu Fu is very confident in his appearance, and he exudes strong male hormones everywhere.

"You don't plan to just go there, do you?" Sophie sighed heavily, holding her forehead, really worried about this useless brother.

"Otherwise what else?"

"Even if you don't like the other person, it's a good choice to send a bouquet of flowers to represent your heart at the right time. The language of flowers can express your attitude towards a person." Sophie repeated the mantra that Aunt Anfeier had said countless times, "Decentness trumps everything."

In the Winstons, decency was everything.

Treat yourself as well as others.

Seeing that Tu Fu was about to cry poorly, Miss Winster stretched out her tender arms and handed over a few dark green banknotes with His Majesty's face on them, and she made the most beautiful voice in the world.

"It's on loan to you."

Tu Fu took the banknotes worth a few kronor, his expression changed from surprise to doubt at this moment, and finally turned into a group of heart-warming smiles:

"Thank you again, Miss Winster, the most beautiful, kind, and generous in Baia, for your generosity."

...

Green District, Cologne Main Square.

This place did not give Tu Fu a good impression.

If you don't pay attention, you will be touched. Beggars who can't distinguish between real and fake will always tell their tragic stories, and his accomplices will quietly touch your bag when you are not paying attention.

And the peddlers, as long as you don't dress from the area, will always try to get a few extra pennies out of your pocket instead.

After haggling with the florist for half a day, I finally got a flower that was cheap but decent enough.

The Tufu who came out smiled, wrapped the fresh flowers in paper bags, and pretended to be sophisticated in the square where people come and go to show his embarrassment.

On the other side of the square, Grace Kelly has arrived.

I saw that beautiful and youthful girl, her crystal clear skin shone with an ivory-like halo, her fleshy snow-white skin was like a lotus emerging from water, and her orange-blue pupils under her rippling black and long eyelashes were like calm autumn water.

It's different from the Cinderella I saw at school, or the dancer girl I saw at the Old Hunter's Tavern.

Today, Grace put on a light silk gauze white dress, wrapping her graceful figure and amazed everyone. She was like a flying butterfly, causing invisible ripples in the hearts of passers-by in the square.

Tu Fu mustered up his courage, tried not to make his body so stiff, and stretched out his hand pretending to be proficient, "I am lucky to be invited by a beautiful lady like you on such a day."

"Glad to have you here, too."

Covering her mouth and smiling slightly, Grace smoothed out a few chestnut hairs at the corners of her ears to behind her ears, and then took the initiative to put her tender white hands over.

She noticed that Tu Fu put his other hand on his back, as if hiding something, "What's behind you?"

Following this step, Tu Fu naturally handed out the most suitable trophy for gifting after a verbal confrontation with the flower shop owner, in the surprised eyes of the other party, "I don't think there is anything more suitable for you than this." .”

He took out the bouquet of flowers from his back, a bouquet of chrysanthemums that were also white and flawless, with slightly curled petals.

This bouquet of flowers came to Grace, and the store owner made it clear that the best wish for her friend was a bouquet of Sunderland autumn chrysanthemums, and Tu Fu immediately bought the cheapest Sunderland with white petals on the shelf. winter chrysanthemum.

Grace's smile began to freeze on her face, and she became silent with a change visible to the naked eye, perhaps because she was frustrated when she realized that the relationship between the two was just friends.

"Student Tu Fu, do you know what the flower language of Livia winter chrysanthemum represents?" Grace was silent for a long time before looking up.

"what?"

"At many grand funerals, people usually choose a bunch of winter chrysanthemums like this to commemorate the misfortune of the deceased."

Tu Fu: "..."