荒岛上的古老男人(The Old Man On The Island)

“走，就杀了你。”他哼了一声，放下手上的背篓，提起长杖，对着不远处的树干用力掷去。“砰”的一声，树叶簌簌飘落，木杖也牢牢钉在了树上，杖身颤抖个不停。阿籍果然不敢动了，任由他从身后走靠近，抓住胳膊，拎小鸡似的扯着她往前走。也就是在这转身的一瞬间，带起的气流掀动乱发，露出了他小半张一直遮蔽着的左脸。只是惊鸿一瞥，却足以让她惊呼出声……一场相遇，她被困在了这座人迹罕至的荒岛；一场离别，不得不为却又难以割舍。时间不对，人也不对，感情却像是落了火星的干草，烧起来，停不下来了。尊严与生命，到底哪个更重要?刻满岁月的石壁，被时光遗忘的男人，来自古越的王女，一把沾着血迹的青铜短剑又隐藏着怎样不为人知的秘密？海浪愈来愈高，整个大海都在咆哮，闪电、闷雷，暴雨又一次倾盆而下…… （ "Go, kill you." He snorted, put down the basket on his hand and raised a long stick, and throw it to the tree trunk not far from thee. "Bang", the leaves rustled falling and sticks are firmly in the tree, and the stick body trembling . A Ji did not dare move and let him walk away from behind to close, carry her and pulling her forward. When turning, his left cheek revealed with the hair blowed by air. Just a glimpse, but enough to make her exclaim aloud......the meet, she was trapped in this deserted island; the parting, to be hard to break away. Time is wrong, people are not right, but the emotion likes to fall into the hay and burns up, and cannot be stopped. Honour and life, which is more important? Time has left its impress upon the cliff, the man forgotten by time, the Princess from ancient Yue-state, a bloodstained bronze dagger, what secrets are hidden?The waves are getting higher and higher, the whole sea is in the roar, lightning, muffled thunderstorms, and once again pouring down.)