Chapter 1176: Salem

The intense heavy metal rock reverberated in this old off-road vehicle that had been resold many times. Salim shook his head to the beat of the drums, hummed along with the melody, and was full of anticipation for today's surfing.

Not long ago, he learned to surf with his cousin who was working in Alexandria, and he immediately fell in love with this exciting sport. As long as his working hours allow, he always finds time to go to the beach to practice.

From the outside, he is a tanned, shy-looking teenage boy, but deep down he's as passionate and rebellious as a rock 'n' roll.

Going out to surf alone is just the way for him to vent his suppressed passion for a long time.

Unlike his compatriots in the tribe, he hates the desert, likes the sea, hates the smell of camels, likes the smell of gasoline, likes the lifestyle of big cities, likes trendy digital devices, and also likes those foreign girls wandering on the streets of big cities .

However, his father always sent messages, urging him to go back and inherit the family business.

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

It is obviously a new era, why should we follow the old life tradition?

He rebelled against his father with silence, stubbornly stayed in Mahru Port to work, and made up his mind to go to Cairo or even a more prosperous place to work one day.

Surfing is his way of resistance.

He is afraid to practice surfing on crowded popular beaches because he knows that he may hurt people if he is not good at technique, and he feels ashamed if he fails in front of beautiful girls.

The familiar coastline appeared in front of his eyes. Salim stopped the car and turned off the engine, took off his coat, revealing the one-piece swimsuit inside.

He has been to this coast a few times, there are few tourists, and there are a few cafes and restaurants nearby, but they are not open now. It is a very suitable place for surfing-at least he thinks so.

He excitedly got out of the car and took out the surfboard, wishing he could plunge into the sea immediately, enjoy the gentle embrace and coolness of the sea water, and enjoy the conquering feeling of stepping on the waves under his feet.

Ok?

He noticed that there was a car parked a little further away, and there was a person standing there with a sun umbrella beside him. As for other details, because the distance was too far, he couldn't see clearly, even whether the person was a man or a woman. Unclear, but judging from the clothes, it seems to be a man.

It turned out that someone had already come, probably an ordinary tourist, and the attire seemed to have no intention of going into the sea, so it shouldn't affect Salem's surfing.

Salim withdrew his gaze and closed the car door, but met the other pair of eyes.

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

Such beautiful eyes!

Salim was slightly taken aback. He had seen many cats, but none had such silver-gray eyes. After watching for a long time, he seemed to be sucked in by these eyes, as if lying in the desert. Look up at the dots of stars in the dark night sky overhead.

Where did this cat come from? Someone else's or a stray cat?

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

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

The black and white kitten was still staring at him, but the man in the distance thought that Salim was greeting him and waved his hand too.

This is embarrassing.

Out of politeness, Salim waved to the man again.

"Meow~"

The black and white kitten purred softly, as sweet as milk rice topped with ice cream.

He has always missed the milk meal in Alexandria, a guest invited by his cousin, cooked with milk, butter and rice, and topped with ice cream, crushed nuts and shredded coconut.

Is it an illusion?

The black and white kitten seemed to shake its head at him, as if saying "no".

What not to do?

Don't go surfing?

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

"Goodbye, I hope you're still here when I go ashore."

He lowered his head,

Pick up the surfboard and run to the sea.

He tossed the surfboard into the sea, jumped on it, and paddled out to sea.

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

At this moment, he forgot all other things in the back of his mind, no tribe, part-time jobs, girls, dreams, money, everything is no longer important, he just wants to surf and conquer the sea with one board and one board!

The waves rise and the waves fall.

He was so focused, surfing techniques flashed through his mind over and over again, only the waves were in his eyes.

In his eyes, waves seem to have life, they are born, grow, become strong, age, and finally break and die along different trajectories.

No two waves are exactly alike.

Thanks to my cousin, he is very talented and learns things quickly. He thinks it is right, he has always been very smart.

The surfboard became an extension of his body, rising and falling with him.

The occasional bitter sea water that splashed into his mouth made him even more excited, and the fierceness inherited in his blood was stimulated, and he completed a moderately difficult turn with cheers.

He has become more and more familiar with the waves in this sea area. After practicing a few more times, he may try to go to a public shipwreck and perform in front of beautiful girls.

Surfing time always passed quickly, even though he was extremely focused on surfing, he seemed to notice that the sky seemed to be getting dark when he was paddling. Now it is the longest day of the year, and it should not be so dark So fast.

People in other countries may first think it's going to rain, but come on, this is Egypt!

He glanced to the west, and saw the towering wall made of countless sand and dust, as well as the dark red in the dim yellow.

Hmm...it's the rare Harmatan wind this season.

As a child who grew up in the desert, he recognized the name of this kind of storm at a glance, and his heart did not fluctuate, because he was very familiar with the characteristics of this kind of wind, and he knew that the Harmatan wind was not dangerous, and besides, he was at sea now , and not in the desert.

Going ashore?

Forget it, it’s still early, find a slightly calm sea, and wait for the wind to pass before continuing to surf, because his body is now covered in sea water, and when he lands, the wind blows it to mud, and he gets into the car wet It's not very good to shelter from the wind. This car doesn't belong to him. It will be difficult to borrow a car next time if it gets dirty.

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

In fact, he had noticed that area before, but the sea was too calm to surf, so he never went there.

The passion and sense of accomplishment of surfing filled his body. He didn't think much about why the sea surface was different from other sea surfaces, so he leaned over the surfboard and paddled towards that side with all four limbs.

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