The blue sea and blue sky, the sun is like a golden soft-boiled egg flowing on the clouds, and the green palm trees hang down their broad feathery leaves on the beach, just like the wings of an emerald bird hanging down. There are seagulls flapping their wings in the vast sea and sky.

"Some people actually think that the most beautiful beach in the United States is Siesta Beach in Sarasota, Florida. But I still think the scenery in the southernmost part is more beautiful."

Fitzgerald leaned on the red and white striped lounge chair, crossed his legs, took a sip of ice-cold lemon juice from the glass, squinted his eyes comfortably, and said leisurely with a poetic temperament:

"Look at the sunshine today, look at this laid-back look, God, it's the most un-American beach."

"It's like Cuba."

Hemingway took over the conversation. The man who had lived in Key West for a long time pushed away the sunglasses on his eyes, looked at the sea in the distance and the sails of the sailboat racers, and spoke in a familiar tone like an old friend.

: "Crowded and indulgent prosperity."

The streets of Key West are narrow, but there is always a kind of refreshing and cleanliness. The hotels and hotels scattered everywhere and the abundant flowers create a gorgeous bustling atmosphere, but they are as leisurely and relaxed as a garden hotel.

Jazz music played on the weekends.

It is a light, indulgent and free place, where gay couples kiss in pairs under the palm trees, and roosters run freely on the streets, as if this is their territory. When walking on the streets, one turns around and

You can see a person staring at you openly, as if appreciating and admiring you.

There is also the indispensable key lime pie in every store. The conch chowder has the fishy smell of the sea and the delicious taste of the sea. Each bar has the signature wine. And the passionate and romantic American cabaret dance.

"How about we go collect all the signature wines on Rue Durval tonight? Heim."

Fitzgerald was wearing sunglasses, with his beloved surfboard beside him. As if he remembered something, he also pushed the sunglasses down with his fingers, raised his eyebrows, and said a little provocatively:

"To be honest, I really want to see you cry after losing to me."

"Ha, actually I would also like to see someone who is so drunk that he destroys all the bars, and finally wakes up and has to buy the bar."

Hemingway's sharp and oppressive iron-gray eyes looked over, and after carefully studying Fitzgerald for a few seconds, he let out a disdainful sneer.

In this regard, Fitzgerald just raised the corners of his lips confidently and was not worried at all.

I can use money to strengthen my body. Once my body is strengthened, my drinking capacity will naturally increase: even if Hemingway had a really good drinking capacity, he still couldn't find any reason for losing!

"Huh." Of course Hemingway knew Fitzgerald's plan, but he had nothing to fear about it. Although the difficulty would increase slightly...but...

Your abilities are increased proportionally with money. The lower the original base, the more difficult it is to add. Fitz, are you too confident in your ability to drink?

The two men looked at each other, and there seemed to be intense sparks in their eyes. Kitahara and Kaede, who were lying on the chairs on the far left, covered their faces with books and sighed helplessly.

The childish competitiveness of men...

John, who had soaked himself in the seawater, raised his light blue eyes with a slightly weird expression, but in the end he pretended that he didn't hear anything and continued to read "The Growth, Cultivation and Development of Plants" that he had obtained from Kitahara Kazuka.

"The Mystery of It", after reading a few pages, it seemed that he couldn't help it, and he smiled slightly.

He actually didn't like Fitzgerald.

This was so obvious that even Mark Twain, who was too big-hearted in some aspects, could vaguely detect it. It was only Fitzgerald, a man who didn't care about the mood of his subordinates, who never realized it.

Maybe it’s not that I don’t realize it—it’s just arrogance.

John Steinbeck leaned on the swimming ring behind him, holding up the book and reading the finely painted pictures on it, with the same light blue sky in his light blue eyes.

, there is a very faint smile in it.

He doesn't like people who use money to enslave others.

But he also had to admit that apart from being an annoying capitalist, Fitzgerald was actually not that annoying when faced with the friends he recognized and the family he cared about.

"Yoooo!" A clear whale call sounded not far away, and then a snow-white whale jumped out of the sea a little recklessly, and accidentally bumped into John's arms, successfully knocking him on the sea.

turn.

"Hey!"

"Uh-huh, Moby Dick, you must have become a little too heavy these days! I will advise Beiyuan to feed you less candies and snacks. You are a whale!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

What’s wrong with the whale being heavier? And it’s just a little fatter!

Herman helplessly hugged the little whale that rushed into his arms with tears in his eyes, holding down its tail which was still thrashing in aggrieved manner. His voice was filled with the gentleness and indulgence of an elder: "John, don't scare this child.

Yes. It has a character that means everything it says is true."

"If you say that, he is even more stupid than my brother..."

John held his forehead as if he had a headache, then took out the book that he had not had time to save, and slapped it helplessly a few times, watching the sea water dripping on it: "It's just that the books are all wet."

Before he finished speaking, a loud shout rang out, and Mark Twain dropped from the sky with his surfboard, splashing a large amount of water, which successfully made the situation of the book worse.

"I just looked so handsome when I took my skateboard into the waves, right?"

Mark Twain stepped on the surfboard, looked back and looked proudly at the supernatural life form beside him, and smiled with a standard bright smile showing white teeth: "Of course, I can definitely be more handsome!"

Tom: "Sounds reasonable."

Huck: "Just why are your clothes the colors of the Russian flag?"

"What's the Russian flag? It's obviously the blue, red, and white of the American flag, okay? Hey, it does seem a bit similar...but the Russian flag should be white, blue, and red, right? "

Mark Twain scratched his hair and couldn't help but fell into deep thought. Then John, whose expression had turned expressionless, picked up a water gun and accurately sprayed it on his face.

The first sniper in the combination was eliminated in one round: This is really amazing.

Kitahara and Feng were bored, compiling strange lines in their minds, smiled at them, and then quickly moved their eyes to a little guy moving beside them.

A snow-white seagull danced beside the traveler, looking cheerful and natural. It had bright eyes, a neck that was quite well-proportioned for its size, black and gray secondary feathers on its wings, and a red beak.

Opening and closing, the little tail behind it moves up and down with the jumping movements.

The traces of its small claws were left on the beach, and then quickly disappeared in the sea breeze and the surge of sand.

Beiyuan and Feng turned their heads sideways, and the shadow of this creature was clearly reflected in their orange-gold eyes. He watched this little thing jumping around, making unpleasant noises, flapping his wings, and finally couldn't help but bend.

He raised his eyes.

Finally, it boldly jumped onto the traveler's chest, tilted its head and stared at the human, squatting down like a duck, its soft feathers covering its webbed paws.

It is simply too lively, full of vitality and full of indifferent curiosity, so that all the descriptions of it in biology books seem too thin in front of its movements, as if simple kingdoms, families, genera and species cannot do anything about it.

Describe a little bit of its essence.

Beiyuan and Feng looked at him, and then laughed.

"Would you like some fries?" he asked.

"Oh?" The seagull shook his head, and then all the feathers on his body trembled, and white afterimages were shaken out on his body. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Ooooooooo!"

It suddenly fell off the traveler's body with a "snap", and then moved closer to him affectionately, raising its neck and making a sound like a laugh.

A high-pitched cry out of breath.

Kitahara and Kaede looked at it a little funny. Of course there were no chips in his pocket, but he quickly took out a piece of bread from his pocket, opened the bag, tore it into pieces and handed it over.

"Ooooo!" The seagull flew over happily, flapping its advantageous wings, and ate all the food before other seagulls noticed this.

"Don't eat too much of this kind of thing."

The traveler reached out and rubbed the seagull's head, his eyes were soft, and he spoke in the softest tone possible.

There are many ingredients added to human food, and eating too much of them is not good for the body.

"Oh?" The seagull looked puzzled. However, Kitahara and Kaede did not continue to explain. Instead, they flicked each other's wings and drove them up to the sky in panic, and then lay back down comfortably and comfortably again.

He raised his head, letting a large part of his body sink into the white sand, and saw a large group of seagulls flying around.

Fortunately, seagulls mainly like to steal other people's things and are not as docile and dull as pigeons. Otherwise, if such a large group of seagulls all pounced on him like pigeons, there would probably be a big problem.

When Beitahara and Feng thought of this, they couldn't help but turned their heads and laughed softly, perhaps thinking of their friends in the United States.

Not far away, Lucy and Louisa were swimming in the shallow sea water, wearing more decorative swimming rings. Lucy was still chasing after her and spraying water on Louisa's face, briskly.

Her laughter made people feel that she had gradually stepped out of the shadow of the orphanage.

Then they held each other's hands and dived into the water, swimming together far away from the coast. Under the water, they looked at the small fish swimming, the small crabs and shells crawling around. Lucy opened her mouth and spit out

I took several bubbles and watched the blue marlin that was returned to the sea after registration lazily swinging its tail and swatting the passing fish out with its sharp beak as if playing in the sea.

"Uh-huh!"

Luisa pointed upward, and the two of them looked over together, hearing vague shouts on the sea, and a white road cut like clouds in the sky - the short traces left by the surfboard on the sea.

Mark Twain's shadow crushed by the water waves was reflected in the depths of their eyes.

"Tom, now it's our turn to chase! We are good at gunfighting with bullet bending, oh oh oh -"

"thump!"

"Idiot, the bullets fired are not bullets! Is there any way for us to stay on the water!"

The two little girls and Mark Twain, who had fallen into the water, looked at each other for several seconds. Tom, who had no clothes on his upper body, landed on top of his own superpower. He took off his small beach glasses a little impatiently and cursed in his mouth.

Stupid behavior of a person with super powers.

Huck, who was dressed in the same style as Mark Twain, adjusted his red beach glasses and flew away silently. Then he looked back at Tom who appeared next to him in an instant: "Welcome back, Tom."

Tom nodded and flew to find other interesting things to play with. For example, the big iced watermelon that Kitahara and Kaede had prepared for them could be cut open and used as a swimming pool...

Kitahara and Feng touched the coconut water next to them that had been warmed by the sun, and took a sip without caring. They listened to the shouts ringing in their ears, and the girls chasing Mark shyly and a little angrily.

·Twain’s voice breathes the warm air of America’s sunny beaches without any competition from the world.

What a wonderful day. He thought, and then turned around to eat the half of the watermelon he had saved, only to see the two superhuman beings of Mark Twain's family soaking in the ice water in the watermelon, holding a small

Drinking from a cup, leaning against the cold inner wall of the watermelon and leisurely watching his master being chased around.

"Hey, I didn't see anything! I swear!"

"You'd better go to Annie's space and be beaten by Annie!"
To be continued...