Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 52

cloudless evening sky. How pointless it had been for him to give away all of the precious moments and joy just to
worry about something he couldn’t control at all. Looking at Xuqiyue now, he wondered if that was why he seemed so
carefree: that he knew how to push away things that were weighing him down and to live entirely in the moment. Lize
regarded himself: they were such different people, so different that he forgot he could learn so much from the other.
“Don’t say anything,” Xuqiyue broke out, shaking his head. “Your blunt approach will definitely ruin the
atmosphere.” Lize opened his mouth to snap back an indignant remark, but right at that moment Xuqiyue’s sharp eyes
caught on the spire of a distant building. Lize whipped around as soon as Xuqiyue pointed, his earnestness almost –
almost infectious. “No way…a coastal town? We’re approaching civilization?!” Before Lize could protest, Xuqiyue was
pulling him along to the front of the ship, tripping and stumbling over ropes and ledges. As they watched the land
growing closer, Xuqiyue whispered in bated breath.
“Imagine…maybe that’s our promised land where we’ll find our own treasure.”
Lize only smiled, nodding. Perhaps he had found his treasure of knowledge already.