Chapter 46 maritime

Whoever has been floating alone in a small boat under a rock on a cloudy and rainy morning will feel the silent and sad beauty of the universe. Both the rocks and the sea were covered in white mist, and the waves were still slowly moving in and out, washing the rocks.The boat floated like a seagull.This sea of ​​thick fog is full of depression and boredom—the whole world seems to have no interference with it, only I can control this silent and sad beauty. Two oars were placed flat on the side of the boat, and an iron cable tied the boat to the edge of the rock. I sat on it alone without any fear—even if I drifted away with the water, my father would still find me.

The dust-like fog spots, from time to time with the breeze, rush to the body, very moist. I walked from one side of the boat to the other side, watching, my father will definitely come to me, and we will row to the sea. There was a sound of footsteps on the sand, a fisherman, very old, with a basket in his left hand and a pole in his right hand, approached as he walked. Not afraid of rain, not afraid of fog, not afraid of floating with the water.I'm afraid that this old fisherman will trick children into selling them to buy wine. ——Go down, he is sitting on the seashore; don't go, if he catches me; I'm terrified, so I just sit on the bow of the boat and force him with my eyes.

He gradually raised his head, he saw me, and he came over; I suddenly stood up, leaned on the side of the boat, and wanted to jump to the shore. "Girl! Don't be afraid of me, don't jump,—the sea will drown you." I stopped, only to see the crystal clear tears falling on his wrinkled face; I sat down again, clenched my hands and looked at him. "I have a daughter—drowned in the sea, and when I see little children playing in a boat, my heart just... " I just looked at him—he wiped his tears with his sleeve, but said nothing. The dark military uniform, a few circles of gold thread on the sleeves, ah!Father is here, and no one else has more gold threads on their sleeves than him here——as expected, it is father.

"You child, what are you doing out on a cloudy day! The sea is not a place to play!" I was still laughing and dancing, clinging to my father's hand.His words of kindness in his reprimand were as warm as his mother's hypnotic song. "Father, come up, sit still, the old man's daughter fell into the sea and drowned." The father looked at the old man as he got into the boat. The father said: "Old man, there are no big fish in this sea, why don't you..." He turned his head from his meditation, saw his father, stood up quickly, and said, "Sir, I know, I don't want to go to the sea again."

Father said: "Yes, you are too old to be safe on the sea." He said: "It's not unsafe—my daughter died in the sea, and I can't bear to go where she died." Leaning beside my father, I thought: "If I fall into the sea and die, my father will also abandon his post and never come to the surface of the sea?" The fisherman said again: "This little girl belongs to Mr...." The father smiled and said: "Yes, it is my daughter." The fisherman murmured, "After all, children should not play on the sea, as it may be dangerous." I said, "Didn't you just say about your daughter..." My father stopped me immediately, but the fisherman had already heard it.

He sighed slightly, "Yes! My daughter has been dead for thirty years. I only hate why I brought her to the sea. She was only eight years old when she died, and she was already very beautiful and intelligent. , people in our village praised me for being blessed, saying that the dragon girl was born in our family; but we ourselves were puzzled; as expected, she only gave us some tears, not a blessing, really not a blessing!" My father and I were silent, watching him. "She only loves the sea. She sits at the door of her house watching the sea all day long, and begs me to take her to the sea from time to time. She said that the sea is her home, and indeed the sea is her permanent home." ——A day thirty years ago , her mother went back to her mother's house. At night, I was going to go fishing. She refused to be alone at home, so she must go with me. I said that the sea is not a place to play, but she just smiled and pestered me. I couldn't hold her back, so I had to obey her, and she was very happy on the sea."

He paused for a while—the fog gradually got bigger, and the sea became more and more gloomy. "A lamp was lit next to the boat. She was dressed in white like snow, climbing the sails, standing at the bow, staring at me, looking back at me from time to time, showing a joyful smile. —— As soon as I turned around, there was a sound in the shadow of the lamp. There was a sound of water, she...she slipped down. Poor! I never found her. She is a dragon girl, and she went back to her home." With a calm face, my father told me, "Sit still and don't move. Son! Did you hear what he said just now?"

On the one hand, he got off the boat by himself and walked towards the sobbing fisherman behind the rock.In the dense fog, neither her father nor my father could see clearly. If he can't forget his daughter, the sea is not far from the sea!How come you can come to the sea, but you can't go on the sea? If he could forget his daughter, why would he still be sad when he mentioned what happened thirty years ago? When a person returns to his permanent home, can’t the father bring him back? I don't understand, I don't understand in the end. ——The fog spots gradually got bigger, and the sea became more and more gloomy.

Who ever floated alone in a boat on a gloomy, rainy morning? ——This sea of ​​thick fog is full of depression and boredom, and the whole world seems to have no interference with it. Only I can control this silent and sad beauty. ——Name: Xie Wanying. )