The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

Langtou Village is quiet, and from time to time you hear a barking of dogs.

In front of the village.

The sea is open.

Small dock.

There were about a dozen small fishing boats parked.

From time to time, the "crackling" sound of fish jumping and smashing back into the water was heard.

Next to the small pier is a beach, with the sand as white as snow, extending one or two kilometers to the east, followed by reefs after another, with only fists, as big as a hill and as big as dozens of meters high, stacked together, covered with sharp oyster shells and wet and slippery sea vegetables.

The waves slapped, the water splashed everywhere, and even the rumbling sound came from afar.

On the beach beside the reef, one person was lying on his body, half of his body was soaked in the sea.

Zhao Dahai sat up suddenly, and a sense of disgust rushed straight into his throat.

"Wow!"

Zhao Dahai knelt on his knees with his hands, first with mouthfuls of sea water, then with yellow gallbladder, and finally he vomited and vomited in a dark and unknown how long it took to stop.

The night sky is high and far.

Rebirth?

Reborn by himself?

Zhao Dahai lay on the cold beach, widening his eyes, his chest fluctuated violently, and gasped heavily, and tears poured out of his eyes. At this time, he had just celebrated his 18th birthday. Two years ago, on his 16th birthday, his parents went to sea to fish. Suddenly, they encountered strong winds. They were not seen in life or death, and they were less disciplined when they were in a huge change. They sneaked into chickens, dogs and fight and drink, and became a bastard. On his fifty birthday, the old bachelor drank two pounds of wine and mixed with water alone, ran to the beach, climbed up the reef, fell into the sea with an empty foot, drank a stomach full of sea water, thought he was dead, but he didn't expect to open his eyes again and return to twenty years ago.

Is God blind?

Why didn’t you reborn two years earlier? This way, you can prevent your parents from going to sea to fish and change your fate.

What does this mean now?

Is this going to suffer again?

A slut has another life?

Marry a rich and beautiful woman and reach the peak of her life?

How can a gangster from a fishing village have such skills?

What's the point of living like this even if you live again?

Just die!

Zhao Dahai got up, rushed towards the reef, and was reborn?

I don't care!

I will make the decision of my life. No one can stop me from dying.

Zhao Dahai gritted his teeth, used his hands and feet to climb up the highest reef, and was about to stand up and jump down, and suddenly saw two lonely tiled houses in the highest place at the east end of the village with lightning on, as if they were struck by lightning.

"Oh my God!"

"Forget it dead!"

"How could I have such an idea!"

...

"It's better to be alive than to die!"

...

"I'm not a human!"

"A slut can still boil some paper for your father and mother every year and pour two glasses of wine!"

"I'm going to die and it's all over again!"

"Who will send my grandma the end of my life!"

...

Zhao Dahai slapped himself in the face crazily, and his past and past experiences surged into his heart, crying loudly. I don’t know how long it took, but he stumbled towards the village.

The easternmost end of the village.

Two tile houses, one large and one small.

Zhao Dahai took a deep breath. The yard door was not locked, and it opened as soon as it was pushed. A familiar and unfamiliar feeling surged into his heart. This is where he grew up, and every inch was extremely familiar. Looking at the main hall, the door was open, a cup of kerosene was placed on the table, and an old lady with white hair and wrinkles next to her was sitting on a low stool, pulling a fishing net in front of her, holding a mesh shuttle in her hand and sewing it.

Zhao Dahai's nose felt sore. Two years ago, after his parents left, he was lazy and lazy. His grandmother Zhong Cuihua, who was over 70 years old, made some money by weaving fishing nets and supported her family tightly.

Zhao Dahai was scared after a while. It was the most painful thing in the world that white-haired people sent black-haired people. Grandma had already experienced it once. She really jumped on the rocks. If she did another trip, Grandma would definitely not be able to stand it.

Zhao Dahai took several deep breaths, calmed down his emotions, and strode into the house.

"grandmother!"

"It's almost time!"

"Stop weaving the net!"

"Go to sleep!"

Zhao Dahai walked to Zhong Cuihua.

"ah?"

"When did you come back?"

Zhong Cuihua raised her head, and the net shuttle in her hand habitually moved her hair.

"Just come back!"

"Let's go!"

"Sleep!"

Zhao Dahai knew that grandma was a little old, so he didn't hear it when he just pushed the door into the yard.

"Why!"

"What should I sleep?"

"The fishing net must be repaired. People will come to the door tomorrow!"

Zhong Cuihua shook her head.

"I'll just make up for this fishing net!"

"You go to bed!"

Zhao Dahai said as he pulled Zhong Cuihua to stand up.

"What are you kids doing?"

"I'm not tired at all. I'm old and sleep less. I'll sleep after finishing my work."

Zhong Cuihua doesn't want to go to bed.

Zhao Dahai coaxed and half pulled him, and sent Zhong Cuihua back to the room. As soon as he lay down for a while, a small snoring sounded.

Not tired?

Sleep less when you are old?

How is this possible?

People who are not tired, older people who sleep less can fall asleep and snore after lying down?

Zhao Dahai pulled the quilt, turned around and returned to the main hall, sat down, picked up the net shuttle and repaired the fishing net. He was a little unfamiliar at the beginning and hadn't done this job for decades, but this is the skill that children who grew up in the fishing village, regardless of gender, could do it. After ten minutes, they became more and more skilled, their fingers flew, and the holes on the fishing net disappeared one by one.

A trace of whiteness appeared in the horizon.

The rooster in the village pulled his neck and shouted louder than the other.

Zhao Dahai rubbed his sore eyes and looked at the old pendulum clock hanging on the wall. It was only about two hours and was so tired that he really didn't know how his grandmother, who was in her seventies, had been able to hold on in the past two years.

Zhao Dahai sorted out the fishing nets, tied the ropes, put them aside, and someone would come to take them. Walk into the kitchen, put rice and cook the porridge, and then stuffed it and opened the lid and let it cool.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter.

The sun rises.

Zhao Dahai left the kitchen and stood in the yard. It was not big, about 100 square meters. He had cemented the ground. The wind was strong on the beach and a thick layer of sand was accumulated. He looked up at the roof. There was a lot of grass growing. A banyan tree one meter tall in the corner was very conspicuous. When he walked into the main hall, all kinds of things were piled up in a mess and half an inch thick. There were several holes on the roof, and there was light leaking. It would definitely leak when the rain came.

Zhao Dahai smiled bitterly. This is all his own pot. The 18-year-old man doesn't work all day long. His grandmother is in her seventies and has to weave fishing nets every day to earn money for meals. Where can I get time to organize the house or something? Not to mention the roof leaks, I can't climb up and have no money to hire someone, so I can only have a cold meal.

Zhao Dahai heard a sound in the inner room, walked in quickly, and after a while, he helped Zhong Cuihua out of the yard.

"grandmother."

"You have some porridge."

"I'll clean up the house later."
To be continued...