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The mermaid should have just emerged from the water, her body was wet, and her hair was wet on her neck.

White turned around and entered the room and gave her a towel.

The mermaid thanked him and put a towel on her body, with water drops on her eyelashes, making her eyes particularly bright.

White took a look at the inside of the room, made sure that there were no bad magazines and albums, and invited the mermaid into the room.

"I'm sorry, I'm bothering you." The mermaid said as he walked into the house, "I can't go back like this, can you lend me a piece of clothing?"

"Of course" White turned around and took a shirt and pants for the mermaid, afraid that the pants would be too loose for her, so White handed over a belt by the way.

The mermaid thanked again and went into the bathroom.

White cast his gaze out the window, looking at the night, still feeling unsure.

Why did she find this room?

White thought to himself, feeling that because of hugging the mermaid, his hands exuded a faint fragrance.

At this moment the mermaid walked out, her pants were still too big for her, the mermaid bowed her head and tied her belt.

It looks like a child is wearing an adult's clothes.

"Finally done." The mermaid let out a long sigh of relief.

White looked at the mermaid walking out the door, paused, and still asked, "Is it okay to be alone?"

The mermaid turned her head and said, "Yes, thank you."

What a sunny mermaid.

White thought to himself, since she lives on this island, she should always know the way home. Now that I said so, there is nothing wrong with me.

White was lying on the bed, and the mermaid who had walked to the door turned around, "I..."

When White heard the words, he straightened his back unconsciously and listened to her utterly.

The mermaid tugged at her shirt: "Come to Vanilla Island to find me tomorrow morning. In the morning, I work in a farm. I will wash the clothes and return it to you."

White couldn't help being stunned when he heard the words, then reacted and nodded.

The mermaid slipped out quietly.

As if never before, the room was quiet again.

White put both hands behind his head and opened his eyes, unable to fall asleep.

Vanilla Island is a small island in Tahiti. Many herbs are grown on the island, hence the name.

Vanilla Island was not on the list for this vacation. In the early morning of the next day, White walked out of the hotel, asked for directions, and took a boat to Vanilla Island.

There is only one famous vanilla farm on the island, so White can easily find it.

Both sides are planted with long and thin vanilla, the flower bones are small, and they are fresh and dripping with the morning dew.

White walked through the bushes of flowers and grass and walked into the shed-like farm.

The scale inside is not small, but the environment is clean and tidy.

Only in the early morning, many people got up to pick fresh fruits nearby. This is the work of the girls who grow here.

It was a little embarrassing for a big man to walk in, because there were no guests at this time, and it was basically girls who picked vegetables and fruits.

These Tahiti girls watched White walking alone into the farm with surprised and curious eyes.

auzw.com White found the figure of a mermaid in a group of people, wearing a rose red dress, elegant and agile.

White took a step forward, thought for a while, and put down his hand.

I don't know the customs of Tahiti, so it's better not to touch other girls casually.

How to say hello?

While thinking about it, the mermaid turned around on her own. When she saw that it was White, the mermaid was startled, with a smile on her face.

"It's you, how early you are." The mermaid put the fruit plate aside, picked up the cloth beside the fruit plate and wiped the juice on his arm

"Ah...yes." White said.

"Wait for me, I'll finish these." The mermaid pointed to the other fruit plates on the long table.

Pregnant with his head, he sat down beside him.

About ten minutes later, the mermaid finished her work and walked over to White: "Let you wait a long time, let's go now."

White unknowingly stood up with her: "Where to go?"

"Go to my house. The clothes are there."

"Oh... OK."

The mermaid's name is Saya, and she is a resident on a small island near Vanilla Island.

Little mini island, as the name suggests, is a small island.

It has blue oceans and the same golden beaches, but because of its small size, there are not many tourists.

Except for residents like Saya, it is difficult to see other tourists on the island.

White is one of the rare tourists.

When Saya took out the shirt, White was standing at the door waiting.

This is a small wooden house that looks very emotional from the outside.

Seeing Saya coming out, White took the shirt over and said by the way: "This place is a bit like a small pub."

Saya laughed when he heard the words: "I really made you right. We were going to build a small wine house from the beginning to let passing tourists rest and play. However, there are not many passing by. It has been open for a few months. He didn't make a lot of money, but lost a lot."

Saya invited White into the room.

The room was dim, and when Saya turned on the lights, the small light bulbs hanging on the trees on both sides of the house lit up, and the stars in the night were generally shining.

White thought it was very interesting, and sat down on the bench in the tavern, and Saya offered him a glass of whiskey.

"I proposed this idea at the beginning, but it couldn't match the cruelty of reality, and it died soon. In fact, there are still many places that have not been decorated, and they are reluctant to remove them, so they have been preserved. Working at the farm, I went to Moorea to play with dolphins in the afternoon," said Saya.

White said "Oh" and put his hand on the iced cup shell: "The island has no special features, so it can't compete with other resorts, right?"

The small mini-island has no resources and is somewhat remote. There is no tourist flow, which is justified.

White thought to himself, what if there were other activities?

Not from the perspective of fun, but from the perspective of tourists.

White took a sip of whiskey: "That's a good idea for you. I think the houses on the island are quite empty, so it's better to vacate them and make them a tourist accommodation."

There are no large chain hotels in Tahiti, so local residents have opened a lot. Saya naturally knew, and immediately shook his head: "There are already many hotels nearby."

"From the perspective of attracting tourists. Lower the price and you can attract many tourists," White said.

Thinking that most people think this idea is at a loss, White moistened his throat with wine and continued: "Tahiti’s tourist prices are high, as we all know. But there are still a lot of people who come to travel every quarter. Levels are different. Intercontinental hotels like Moorea and the main island all use super luxurious ocean view suites to attract high-end tourists to spend money to live in. In this case, you can't compete with them, so it is better to transform the accommodation to civilians. There are many attractions in Xidi, and many people need a few days to enjoy it. Even if the family is mediocre, they hope to stay here for one night. Lower the audience and put it on this kind of tourists, a small mini island It will become the first unique civilian island in Tahiti."