Langtou Village was quiet, with one or two dogs barking from time to time.
In front of the village.
The sea is wide and open.
Small pier.
There are about a dozen small fishing boats parked.
From time to time, there is a "crack" sound on the sea surface as the fish jumps up and crashes back into the water.
Next to the small pier is a beach. The sand is as white as snow, extending for one or two kilometers to the east. Then there are rocks one after another. The small ones are only fists, and the big ones are like hills more than ten meters high.
Oyster shells as sharp as a knife and wet and slippery sea vegetables.
The waves crashed, the water splashed, the crashing and even rumbling sounds could be heard far away.
On the beach beside the reef, a man was lying on his stomach, half of his body soaked in the sea water.
Zhao Dahai sat up suddenly, feeling nausea rushing into his throat.
"Wow!"
Zhao Dahai knelt with his hands on the ground, first drank mouthfuls of sea water, then yellow bile water, and finally retched until he was vomiting in a hazy state. He didn't know how long it took before he stopped.
The night sky is high and far away.
Rebirth?
Have you been reborn?
Zhao Dahai lay on the cold beach, his eyes wide open, his chest heaving violently, gasping for air, and tears bursting out of the corners of his eyes. At this time, he had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday. Two years ago, his sixteenth birthday
On that day, my parents went fishing at sea and encountered a strong wind. No one was alive or dead, no corpses were seen. They encountered great changes and lacked discipline. They stole, fought, drank, and became a bastard. On his fiftieth birthday, the old bachelor drank alone.
I mixed two kilograms of bad wine with water, ran to the beach, climbed up the rocks, stepped on the air and fell into the sea. I drank a lot of sea water and thought I was dead. I didn't expect to open my eyes again and go back to twenty years ago.
.
God, is this blind?
Why not be reborn two years earlier? This way, you can prevent your parents from going fishing and change your fate.
What does this mean now?
Is this about suffering again?
Another life for the bastard?
Marry Bai Fumei and reach the pinnacle of life?
How could a gangster from a fishing village have such ability?
What's the point of living this kind of life again?
Just die!
Zhao Dahai got up and rushed towards the reef, reborn?
I don’t care!
I decide my life. No one can stop me from dying.
Zhao Dahai gritted his teeth and used his hands and feet to climb up to the highest rock. Just as he was about to stand up and jump down, he suddenly saw two tiled houses with lights on at the highest point in the east end of the village, as if struck by lightning.
"Oh my God!"
"I'd rather die!?"
"How could I have such thoughts!?"
…
"It's better to die than to live!"
…
"I'm not a human being!"
"You idiot can still burn some paper and pour two glasses of wine for me every year!"
"If you die, you'll be done with it and you'll be happy!"
"Who will send grandma to her old age?"
…
Zhao Dahai slapped himself wildly. His past and past experiences came to his mind, and he burst into tears. He didn't know how long it took before he stumbled towards the village.
The eastern end of the village.
There are two tile-roofed houses, one large and one small.
Zhao Dahai took a deep breath. The courtyard door was unlocked and opened with a push. He walked in. A feeling of familiarity and strangeness came to his heart. This is the place where he grew up. Every inch of it is very familiar.
Towards the main room, the door was open, a kerosene lamp was placed on the table, and an old lady with gray hair and wrinkled face was sitting on a low stool next to her. She had a broken fishing net in front of her and was sewing and mending with a net shuttle in her hand.
Zhao Dahai felt a sore nose. Two years ago, after his parents left, he was a lazy bastard. His grandma Zhong Cuihua, who was over seventy years old, made some money by weaving fishing nets and supported the family.
Zhao Dahai was frightened for a while. It was the most painful thing in the world for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person to someone else. Grandma had already experienced it once. She really jumped off the rock. If it happened again, grandma would definitely not be able to bear it.
Zhao Dahai took several deep breaths, calmed down his emotions, and strode into the house.
"grandmother!"
"What time is it!"
"Stop spinning webs!"
"Go to sleep!"
Zhao Dahai walked up to Zhong Cuihua.
"ah?"
"When did you come back?"
Zhong Cuihua raised her head and used the net shuttle in her hand to smooth her hair.
"Just came back!"
"Go, go, go!"
"sleep!"
Zhao Dahai knew that his grandma was a bit deaf because of her age, so he didn't hear her when he first opened the door and entered the yard.
"Why!"
"What are you going to sleep on?"
"This fishing net needs to be mended. Someone will come to pick it up tomorrow!"
Zhong Cuihua shook her head.
"I can just mend this fishing net!"
"go to sleep!"
Zhao Dahai pulled Zhong Cuihua to stand up as he spoke.
"What do you kid do?"
"I'm not tired at all. I'm older and sleep less. I finish my work before going to bed."
Zhong Cuihua didn't want to go to bed.
Zhao Dahai half coaxed and half pulled Zhong Cuihua back to her room. Just after she lay down for a while, she heard a small snoring sound.
Not tired?
Do you sleep less as you get older?
How can this be?
People who are not tired, old people and people who sleep less can fall asleep and snore just by lying down?
Zhao Dahai pulled up the quilt, turned back to the main room, sat down, and picked up the shuttle to mend the fishing net. He was a little unfamiliar at first, having not done this work for decades, but this is something that children who grow up in a fishing village can do, regardless of gender.
The skills became more and more proficient in about ten minutes. With fingers flying, the holes in the fishing net disappeared one by one.
A trace of fish belly white appears on the horizon.
The roosters in the village stretched their necks and shouted louder than the others.
Zhao Dahai rubbed his sore eyes and looked at the old pendulum clock hanging on the wall. It had only lasted about two hours and he was so tired. He really didn't know how the seventy-year-old grandma had been able to hold on in the past two years.
Zhao Dahai arranged the fishing net, tied up the rope, and put it aside for someone to pick it up later. He walked into the kitchen, put rice on the fire and cooked the porridge, then opened the lid and let it cool.
The sky is getting brighter and brighter.
Sun rise.
Zhao Dahai left the kitchen and stood in the yard. It was not big, about one hundred square meters, with a concrete floor. The wind was strong at the seaside, and a thick layer of sand had accumulated. He looked up at the roof and saw that there was a lot of grass growing in the corners.
A one-meter-high banyan tree stands out in the place. When you walk into the main room, you will see all kinds of things piled up in a mess. The dust is half an inch thick. There are several holes in the roof, leaking light. It will definitely leak when it rains.
Zhao Dahai smiled bitterly, it was all his own fault. The eighteen-year-old boy did not work all day long, and the grandma in her seventies had to sew fishing nets every day to earn money for food. She had no time to clean up the house, let alone
Talking about the roof leaking, I can’t climb up and don’t have money to hire help, so I can only do it cold.
Zhao Dahai heard a sound in the back room and walked in quickly. After a while, he helped Zhong Cuihua out of the yard.
"grandmother."
"You have some porridge."
"I'll clean up the house later."
Zhao Dahai set up chairs and stools, cooked and cooled the porridge, put it in a bowl, and placed it in front of Zhong Cuihua. He drank the bowl of porridge and started working. There were old and unused things in the main room and the kitchen.
Clear out the garbage and put the remaining things neatly. Wipe the dust on the tables, chairs, cabinets and windows. After tidying up the house, start cleaning the yard. Pick up the shovel, shovel all the sand away, and sweep it clean with the broom. Set up the ladder and climb up
Go up to the roof, pull out the growing weeds, and cut the banyan tree in the corner brick joints in half, carefully pull out the fine roots, and stack the old tiles left over from when the house was built in the leaky areas. Finally, carry water, bucket after bucket.
Wash down house and yard floors.
Zhong Cuihua sat on a low stool, watching Zhao Dahai busy at work, wiping her tears constantly.
Zhao Dahai didn't say anything. Grandma has been very tired in the past two years. The key is that she is not sensible and has been heartbroken. Now that she has become sensible, she can't control herself. She is happy and doesn't need to worry about it.
evening.
The sun sets in the west.
In front of the yard.
There is a mountain of garbage piled up.
Zhao Dahai struck a match and lit it. The sea breeze blew by, and a puff of green smoke rose up and started to burn.
"father!"
"mother!"
"I won't mess around anymore!"
"Make money and live a good life."
"Let grandma live a comfortable life for a few days."
Die after rebirth?
Or continue to eat and wait to die?
You wouldn't have such thoughts or do such things.
Grandma lost her son in old age and suffered a lot. As a man, she had to support the whole family so that she could enjoy a few years of happiness.
Get a wife and have children.
Live a good life.
This is what parents want to see most.
Zhao Dahai looked at the red fire and secretly swore.