Seven days ago, a long-lost storm passed through the South China Sea in the inappropriate season.

Even outside the great route, the weather on the sea is always complex and unpredictable.

For those who have leisure time, it is a pleasure to appreciate the magnificence of the sea; but for those who make a living, it is always awe and even terrifying.

After the storm, the sea then showed its extremely quiet side. The blue sea surface and the clear sky were connected together. In the scenery like a "mirror of the sky", a sloop fishing boat was slowly drifting among them.

But the broken sail and the broken hull indicate that "the beauty of artistic conception" and "the cruelty of reality" are not inconsistent, and it is obvious that it has been destroyed by that storm before.

Although the storm did not directly overturn the fishing boat, when the materials on the boat rushed into the sea and the ships were blown away from the main channel, the ending seemed to be destined... On the sea, loneliness means death.

The fisherman on the boat was two brothers, and the younger brother had fainted. The sunken eye sockets, cracked lips, and breathing like a storm, all of which showed that he had reached the limit. The brother's condition was only slightly better than the younger brother. He barely maintained his last trace of consciousness, leaned against the boat, and one hand crossed the low side of the boat to the sea.

Just as he was about to completely lose consciousness, he suddenly felt something gently touching the back of his hand, and with the rippling ripples at the bottom of the ship, one after another.

The brother barely opened his eyes, and then he saw a round "fruit" with strange patterns half floating on the water, gently tapping on the back of his hand...

It's food.

In the infinite despair, a trace of dawn seemed to appear.

However, the food is only a little bit.

The brother fished the fruit up. He looked at his fainted brother, and a trace of struggle appeared in his eyes, but in the end he moved to his younger brother little by little, barely split the fruit and stuffed it into his younger brother's mouth little by little.

After replenishing the moisture, my brother's breathing seemed to be a little calmer.

Then he put the remaining "fruit" at his brother's hand and took a break. After recovering a little strength, he saw his body flip forward, crossing the low side of the boat, and slept into the blue but deep sea that was enough to swallow everything.

The so-called cruelty and tenderness of the world are probably the comparison.

And just as this conflict-filled "emotional afterglow" was still spreading, I saw that my brother, who was originally unconscious, suddenly turned into a purple face, and then...

He began to unconsciously scratch the inner wall of the cabin with his fingernails.

How to say it?

It's like this person ate something that shouldn't be eaten.
Chapter completed!