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Fierce heavy metal rock echoes in this old off-road vehicle that I don't know how many hands have been resold. Salem shakes his head with a drum, hums to the melody, and looks forward to today's surfing.

Not long ago, he learned to surf with his cousin working in Alexandria, and immediately became fascinated with this exciting sport. As long as the working time allows, he will always take the time to run to the beach to practice.

From the outside, he has a dark face and is a very adolescent-looking adolescent, but deep inside he is as passionate and rebellious as rock music.

Coming out to surf alone is exactly the way he vents his long-depressed passion.

Unlike his compatriots in the tribe, he hates the desert, the sea, the smell of camels, the taste of gasoline, the lifestyle of big cities, the trendy digital equipment, and the foreign girls who walk on the streets of big cities. .

However, his father always made people talk, urging him to return to inherit the family business.

God knows, what family business can inherit? It's nothing more than a few broken shacks!

Obviously it is a new era, why should we follow that old life tradition?

He rebelled against his father with silence, stubbornly staying in the port of Maher to work, and determined to one day go to Cairo or even more prosperous places to work.

Surfing is his way of resistance.

He didn't dare to practice surfing on the overcrowded hot beach, because he knew that his skills were not good, it might hurt people, and he felt ashamed if he experienced failure in front of beautiful girls.

The familiar coastline appeared in front of him, and Salem stopped and stopped, taking off his jacket to reveal the one-piece swimsuit inside.

He has visited this coast a few times, with few tourists, and there are several cafes and restaurants nearby, but they are not open now, and it is a good place for surfing-at least he thinks so.

He rushed out of the underground car to take out the surfboard. He could not wait to plunge into the sea immediately, enjoy the gentle embrace and coolness of the sea water, and enjoy the sense of conquest by stepping on the waves.

Ok?

He noticed that there was a car parked a little farther away. There was a person standing there with a parasol next to it. As for the other details, because the distance was too far to see clearly, even the man was male or female. Unclear, but judging by clothing, it seems to be a man.

Someone has already come here, it is estimated that it is an ordinary tourist. It seems that the costume does not mean to go to the sea. It should not affect the surfing in Salem.

Salem retracted his gaze, closed the door, and looked away with his other eyes.

In the grass nearby, a black and white kitten squatted sneakily, it curled up, as if hiding something.

So beautiful eyes!

Salem froze a little. He had seen many cats, but no cat had silver-gray eyes like it. He had seen them for a long time. He seemed to be sucked in by these eyes, like lying in the desert. Looking up at the little stars in the dark night sky overhead.

Where is this cat from? Someone else's house or stray cat?

It's a pity that he doesn't allow pets in the place where he works, otherwise he really wants to take it home.

He grinned, raised his arms and waved at it, "Hello!"

The black and white kitten was still staring at him, but the man in the distance thought Salem was greeting him and waved.

This is awkward.

Out of politeness, Salem had to wave at the man again.

"Meow ~"

The black-and-white kitten screamed softly, as sweet as iced milk rice.

He always missed the milk rice eaten in Alexandria. His cousin invited him to cook it with milk, butter, and rice, and poured it with ice cream, crushed nuts and shredded coconut.

Is it an illusion?

The black and white kitten seemed to shake his head at him, as if to say "don't."

What not to do?

Don't go surfing?

He laughed, how could a cat talk? How could a cat understand the fun of surfing?

"Goodbye, I hope you were here when I went ashore."

He lowered his head and ran his surfboard towards the sea.

He threw the surfboard into the sea, then jumped on the surfboard and swept into the sea.

The feeling of familiarity came again, and the passion in his heart was even more surging.

At this moment, he forgets everything else, what tribe, part-time job, girl, dream, money, everything is no longer important, he just wants to surf, one person and one board to conquer the sea!

The waves rise and fall.

He was highly focused, with flashes of surfing tricks in his head, only waves in his eyes.

In his eyes, the waves seemed to have life, born along different trajectories, born, grown, strong, aging, and finally broken to death.

No two waves are exactly the same.

His cousin is very talented and learns quickly. He feels right. He has always been very smart.

The surfboard became an extension of his limbs, rising and falling with the waves along with him.

The bitter seawater that occasionally splashed into his mouth made him even more excited ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The fierce energy passed down in the bloodline was inspired, and he cheered to complete a moderate difficulty turn.

He has become more and more familiar with the waves of this sea area, and practiced a few times, maybe try to go to public shipwrecks and perform in front of beautiful girls.

The surfing time always passes quickly. Even if he is extremely focused on surfing, he seems to notice that the sky seems to be dark when paddling. Now it is the longest day of the year. It should not be too dark. So fast.

The first reaction from people in other countries may be rain, but please, this is Egypt!

He glanced to the west, seeing the towering wall, composed of countless sand and dust, and the dark red in the dim yellow.

Hmm ... it's a rare Hamedan wind this season.

As a child who grew up in the desert, he recognized the name of the storm at a glance, and he had no fluctuations in his heart, because he was familiar with the characteristics of this wind, knowing that the Hamedan wind was not dangerous, and that he was now at sea , Not in the desert.

Ashore?

Forget it, it's still early, find a slightly calmer sea, wait for the wind to pass, and continue surfing, because he is now full of seawater, and when he is on the shore, the wind is all mud, and he gets wet into the car. The shelter from the wind is not very good. The car is not his. It will be difficult to borrow a car next time it gets dirty.

He looked around, and suddenly found that on the undulating sea, there was an area with surprisingly calm waves, not far away.

In fact, he had noticed the area before, but the too calm sea couldn't surf, so he never went there.

Surfing passion and accomplishment filled his body, he didn't think much about why the sea surface was different from other sea surfaces, so he leaned down on the surfboard, and used his limbs to slide there.

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