It was only four o'clock, and the sun had already disappeared without a trace.
The sky was obscured by thick clouds, and under the large shadows, the originally antique buildings in the port looked inexplicably weird.
The shop owner communicated silently with the customers, raising the knife and dropping it. Red blood mixed with fish scales dripped from the chopping board. With a "bah" sound, it was washed away by the water pipe and slowly flowed into the sewer.
Gao Yi walked on the old street and watched all kinds of fish swimming in the basin.
He braced himself and tried to hear something related to the "ocean" from these people's ordinary exchanges, but because he was in a busy city, it was getting late, and the noisy environment made him get nothing.
"What's hanging here?"
Allen stopped, pointed at the fish model hanging above the street market, and asked curiously.
"It should be a fish lantern."
Lao Luo adjusted his glasses and said: "In fact, most coastal areas have similar cultures, but the most famous ones are folk dances that are intangible cultural heritage, similar to lion dances. Some villages have dozens of people.
, there can be hundreds of people, each holding a lantern and pretending to be a fish, performing together."
Before the voice fell, the fish lanterns above had already lit up one after another, and under the dim yellow light, they continued to extend forward.
"Look, that's Gyotaku."
On the way to the pier, Lao Luo continued to act as a guide. This time he introduced another unique local art form - Gyotaku.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the street, they could clearly see several people in the store applying paint to the fish.
When you're done, you just need to print the colors on rice paper, add a few "details" that vary from person to person, and a gyoto is complete.
"I remember when I was in kindergarten, I seemed to be making something similar."
"Then what?"
"I can't remember, but it's definitely not a good memory. You can imagine how overpowering the smell of paint, fish, and newspaper ink are when mixed together."
"By the way... the fish seems to be still struggling."
The fish lanterns in front stretched to the end, and a sea breeze full of fishy and salty smell came oncoming.
The four of them stood on a high place and looked around.
Under the gloomy sky, countless boats of different sizes were undulating back and forth, resting quietly on the dark water. A man with a rough face packed up his fishing nets, and suddenly stepped from the side of the boat to the shore, shaking his lips.
of soot.
"It seems it's too late."
Mr. Qian looked at the bosses leaving the ship one by one and murmured to himself: "They are going out of business at this point. Do you want it to be so fast?"
"Go back."
At this time, a voice with a local accent came: "The wind and waves are a little abnormal. If we go out again, something will happen!"
The four of them cast their gazes in the direction of the sound, only to realize that the person he was talking about was not them.
More than ten meters away, on a heaving fishing boat, an old fisherman held a half-burned cigarette in his mouth. He casually opened his mouth and shook off half of the ash into the sea.
In front of him were several tourists from the same family. The male host glanced at the horizon in disbelief and argued: "Isn't this okay? I saw nothing serious in the weather forecast. Why can't it be okay here?
Already?"
"Jang ang ang."
The old fisherman walked ashore vigorously, fixed the rope on the pile, looked up at the cloudy sky, and threw the cigarette butt into the water: "You drive the boat or should I drive the boat? I said no, what do you want to do?"
"Little baby, don't think that just a weather forecast can tell you what you are capable of. There are many unexpected situations. Who will be responsible for you then? If I say no, it won't be possible. Just go back!"
He waved his hands impatiently.
"You are really..."
There was a hint of embarrassment on the face of the male host. They came all the way here just to taste the local specialties, but they didn't expect that they would come back disappointed in this way.
"Can I add more money?!"
"No, no, let's go quickly."
"Okay."
It was the hostess who spoke up: "Let's go somewhere else to eat. If someone doesn't want to, there will always be someone else to eat, right?"
On the other side, seeing the family being frustrated with their own eyes, the four of them also started to retreat. Mr. Qian looked at the others and hesitated: "How about... let's change places?"
"I'll try."
Gao Yi did not give them a chance to speak. He had already come to the old fisherman alone and watched him set up a small horse. The oncoming sea breeze swept away the few strands of white hair.
"I said I wouldn't answer."
The old fisherman's deep voice sounded: "It was so loud just now, didn't you hear it?"
Seeing his prickly appearance, Gao Yi didn't feel much disgust in his heart.
He understood the other party's feeling of powerlessness, the confusion and bewilderment of having a nightmare so close in front of him but having no way to start, as if he was counting down the days for this fishing village that had just taken advantage of the economic fast lane, waiting for unknown bombs to detonate around him, destroying the hard-won
The entire industry and development.
Without talking about anything else, Gao Yi simply asked: "How do you think it will feel now?"
"?"
The old fisherman was immediately confused by this inexplicable question. He turned his head with a strange look on his face: "You mean those people just now?"
"No."
Gao Yi looked at the undulating sea: "It's the sea."
"The sea?"
After realizing it for a while, the old fisherman hummed and smiled, like a broken bellows: "Son, how do I know how the sea feels? You should ask God, only if you face the sea day after day
Face."
The sky completely fell into darkness and the fishing lights on the pier were lit, but Gao Yi did not ask any more questions.
He just stared at the sea in silence for a while, then turned around and prepared to leave.
At this time, the old fisherman's voice suddenly sounded.
"It doesn't feel good."
Gao Yi stopped and looked at the uncertain face under his cigarette butt.
"Just because it is vast and boundless, it will become a place where countless mistakes are made."
"Any old sesame seeds and rotten millet accounts, as long as they are thrown into the sea, it seems to have nothing to do with anyone. What is the truth? Now the problem is coming, but we don't even understand the reason..."
In a voice that could be heard clearly by the two of them, Gao Yi came back, shook his head and said: "No, let's change places."
"Forget it, forget it."
Mr. Qian looked indifferent and shrugged: "It's not too much for his family and not many for his family. We are here to have fun, so just have fun and go wherever is convenient. There is no need to worry about such trivial matters. We can only deal with them."
This time becomes meaningful, which is the true meaning of our journey."
"Do you think what I said is right?"
"Yes, yes, understand the applause."
Amidst a series of slaps, a cigarette butt that had been submerged in the sea quietly swirled on the water. In the blink of an eye, it was pushed by an unknown ocean current and gradually drifted farther and farther.
I have something to do today. I have refined the previous chapter and will post the first chapter.