The old fisherman noticed someone coming and asked in surprise.
This child won't have any serious illness, right? Why is his face so sallow?
"Uncle, is there a hotel here?"
"Hotel? What is a hotel?"
"That's right, it's a place for people to live."
"Yes, you can stay at any house. Whose house do you want to go to?"
"I, I don't want to live in anyone's house. There is no one I know here. I just want to find a place where I can live and I can give them money."
"What are you doing here if you don't know anyone?"
Maybe no one talked to her for a long time, or maybe no one cared about her. The girl squatted on the ground and watched the old fisherman weaving a net.
"Uncle, why are you knitting it?"
The old fisherman smiled and said, "You girl, that's a strange question. Of course I weave fishing nets to catch fish."
"The more fish you catch in the sea, the less you catch them. What should you do if there are no more fish in the sea?"
"How come we are catching less and less? We only want big fish and throw all the small fish into the sea."
"Can a little fish still live without his parents?"
He noticed that she was talking in a garrulous manner. The old fisherman was a kind-hearted person. He asked worriedly, "Girl, did you come to the island alone?"
"Um."
"Where are the parents?"
"They, they're all dead."
Oh, he is still a poor child.
"Are you sick?"
"Probably so."
Seeing that the old fisherman took a few steps back, the girl quickly waved her hand, "It's not the infectious disease you're afraid of. It's gynecological. It seems to be a gynecological disease. I don't know either."
"What disease do you have? You don't know?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know either."
"You, what's your name?" After a moment of silence, the old fisherman asked.
"Su Mingming."
"Miss Mingming, it's already noon. You can go to my house to have some food. My family is just an old couple. The children have left the island to work outside to make money. Let your aunt cook you some food."
Su Mingming stood up and bowed deeply to him.
"Thank you, uncle."
The old fisherman led her home. The houses on the island were different from those on land. The roofs were all made of stones. Standing at the gate, Su Mingming looked at the yard curiously.
"Do you think it's dirty?"
"No, it's not dirty."
She had never been to Su Mingcheng's house. When her mother was alive, she said that her uncle's house was very dirty. The yard was full of chicken and pig excrement, and flies were everywhere. It stank and was not a place for people to live.
There are no flies here, and the island is still very cold in May.
"Old lady, come out quickly, we have guests coming." The old fisherman shouted into the house, but after waiting for a long time, no one responded.
He smiled naively and said, "Your aunt must have gone to the beach to collect duck eggs."
Are there duck eggs on the beach?
Putting the bag in her hand on the kang of the house, the old fisherman led her forward.
Turning around a big stone, the vast sea suddenly appeared in front of you.
"Today is the 17th day of the lunar calendar. It's high tide. Girl, you haven't crossed the sea yet, have you? If you are interested, I can go pick up conch and catch crabs with your aunt in the evening."
Su Mingming was stunned.
The first time she took a boat, she almost vomited out the gall, and because she was not feeling well, she kept lying in the cabin. She didn't know that the sea could still be like this.
The water is at low tide, some distance from the coast. Under the sunlight, the sea surface reflects dazzling light.
"Yufen, Yufen? Where are you?" The old fisherman shouted twice, and soon a woman responded to him.
"Master, I'm here."
Soon a woman emerged from a bay, wearing a brown scarf on her head, a severely faded green top, and a bagful of white duck eggs in her apron.
This book is coming to an end soon. In fact, if I keep writing, I can write a lot more, but I don’t want a book to become an old lady’s foot-binding, smelly and long. The general fate of the characters has been explained clearly, and I can dig it out.
The pitfalls are almost filled. I would like to thank my friends who have been reading for so long. Thank you. Without your subscription and support, I would not have written a book of more than one million words. I am grateful to you!