The black clouds want to be destroyed, the flying dragon folds its wings, the sky sinks for 90,000 miles, and the earth is a hidden dragon. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Past life and present life, after all, a dream, the geometry of the rivers is deep, and immortality is still flourishing. Qingzhou is verdant, the blue sea is vast, and it has its own simplicity and cultivation, which cares about black and white good and evil? The cabin is full of fish, the shrimp in the basket is hidden, and it will be opened when it returns from fishing.

Sun Dahai's eyes were firmly fixed on the fishing net hanging on the stern of the boat, he had been fishing with his father for more than ten years, and he didn't know how many fish he had picked up. If you're lucky, you'll also get some scarce fish and shrimp. If you are lucky, you may not know if you can find gold, silver and jewelry, of course, such beautiful things have been heard and seen in news reports or wild jokes.

But today, he fished something different.

Sun Dahai looked away and turned to look at his father and daughter-in-law who were constantly working in the cabin. On the deck, a young man who had been floating in the sea for an unknown amount of time was unconscious and asleep. His whole body was swollen with sea bubbles, and the flesh and blood on his face were blurred, and he was also very swollen. If it weren't for his pulse, they'd have thought he was dead.

It's just that based on the current conditions on the ship, if it is a minor illness or disaster, it can still be treated with the medicine you brought. However, judging by the young man's injuries, these things may not be of much use. A dead horse is a live horse doctor, and his father, who has done good things all his life, naturally will not watch such a young man just ignore him and let him die.

"Dad, what's the matter? Can he be saved?" Sun Dahai saw his father, who had been busy for more than an hour, come out and asked hurriedly.

Sun Fufu, an uncle who has lived by the sea since he was a child, has been living for 56 years. The vast sea created his broad mind, the cold sea breeze gave him a majestic body, and the turbid waves gave him iron bones. Although his sideburns have turned white, and although his face has more wrinkles than last year, his back is still so straight, and his eyes are still so burning.

Sun Fu's deep eyes looked at the sea and sky, and his black face was expressionless. "The sea is always fair, she has hurt you, and she will always let you come back. She'll be fair. ”

Sun Dahai still couldn't understand the meaning of Sun Fu's words, not only did he not understand, but he felt that his father was obviously idealistic. However, he still chose to believe, believe in the sea, and believe in her love and kindness. Because, for generations, this family has relied on her to exist.

The fishing boat is in the dock, and the busy day has just begun.

Rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, rely on the water to eat the water. This small fishing village along the coast is built by the sea and is born because of the sea.

The bustling market is like the sun, and the fishermen have their own stalls, they are all fishy, and their clothes are not bright, but they have not smelled the smell of abalone for a long time. If you don't have this taste, I'm afraid you won't get used to it!

But today's Sun Fufu directly asked his neighbors to help remove the fish basket, and he rushed back home with Sun Dahai, who was carrying the person in distress.

Mo Yan only felt that his body was constantly sinking, sinking, sinking, sinking. In the darkness of the night, there seemed to be thousands of hands, countless hands, tearing at his body. Pulling his hands and feet, pulling his chest, pulling his head and neck. Pull his body towards the bottomless abyss, into the endless darkness.

No matter how Mo Yan struggled, he couldn't break free, he just fell down.

Suddenly, in a place where I don't know how far above, it seemed to be far away in the sky, and it seemed to be close in front of me, and a little light appeared. It's a bit of light and vagueness, but it's very attractive. attracted Mo Yan and struggled with the tearing below.

"Hoo ......"

The sudden intrusion of oxygen instantly overflowed his lungs, and this instant stimulation made Mo Yan only feel that his throat was itchy and unbearable, and he coughed violently.

"Daddy, uncle is okay! Come and see!" a milky cry rang out.

Then I heard the sparse footsteps, followed by the cacophony of talking.

"Brother, brother, wake up brother. ”

Mo Yan felt that someone was slapping him, slapping his hands, and slapping his face.

Slowly, slowly open your eyes. The sudden light in his eyes was unbearable, and it took several tries to get used to it. When I opened my eyes, the first thing that caught my eye was the face of a swarthy man with a stubbled beard. It should be him who shouted at himself just now, and he beat himself!

Sun Dahai saw that this person who was seriously injured and saw that he was about to die woke up in only two days. Sun Dahai can no longer be described as surprised, he has seen it with his own eyes, and he has seen how quickly this young man has improved. In one day, all the swelling on his body was gone, and in another day, all the wounds were scabbed. And that night he woke up.

"Brother, brother, how are you feeling now?" Sun Dahai looked at the other party's eyes were sluggish, and he didn't have any energy.

Mo Yan felt that his head was swollen violently, and his son hurt badly. He tried to speak, but found that he didn't make any sound at all. It took all his strength to make a hoarse "cough-cough" sound from his throat.

"Nier, go pour a cup of hot water. ”

"Oh. ”

Sun Dahai lifted Mo Yan's head and fed him water.

Mo Yan only felt that his throat, which was originally dry, immediately moistened, as if it was a long drought and a rainstorm, which was really comfortable. After Mo Yan drank the water, he couldn't help but feel comfortable a few times.

"Thanks, thanks. Mo Yan spit out two words hard.

"Brother, what's your name, where are you from?" Sun Dahai couldn't help but ask when he saw that Mo Yan was much better.

Mo Yan opened his mouth to answer, but at this moment, his mind was blank. Yes, what's my name? Where am I from? The more Mo Yan thought about it, the more he couldn't know, and the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt.

"I, I am, who am I, I am, where, inside?" Mo Yan said every word as if he was squeezed out of his teeth.

Mo Yan moved his lips in distraction, and muttered these two words in his throat.

Sun Dahai saw that Mo Yan was getting more and more excited, and hurriedly said: "Brother, it doesn't matter if you can't think about it now, think slowly, think slowly! In a few days, if you take care of your body, your memory will be restored." ”

After another three days, Mo Yan was already able to walk on the ground, although his legs and feet were not so sharp, but he could be alone without holding on to the wall. When he pushed open the door, he saw a rough asphalt approaching outside, and it was far away. The pedestrians coming and going on the road were dressed similarly, and Mo Yan recognized that this was the most unique style of clothing for fishermen.

It is located near the sea, and the sea breeze does not stop all year round, and the climate is warm, rainy and windy. So they were all dressed with two tanned shoulders exposed, and big feet with black ankles rolled up and trousers pulled up. Their laughter is as comfortable and broad as the sea, and they are tolerant and fraternal.

Mo Yan still couldn't remember his past, including his name and where he came from. But Mo Yan was not in a hurry to know this, he was not eager to know this. In the process of enduring the warm hospitality of Sun Fu's family of five, he was no longer so eager to recover his memory.

"Mo Yan, it's almost okay! Raise your body to help, go out fishing with me! Hahaha......"

"Uncle Fang, don't worry, I'm going to follow you!"

"Good, good!"

An old man who has been with the sea for 60 years, his voice is still so loud, and his body is still tough.

"Mo Yan, it's windy outside, let's go inside!" Sun Dahai greeted Mo Yan.

"Hey. Mo Yan agreed expressionlessly, then reluctantly glanced at the peaceful life outside, turned around and walked into the house.

Mo Yan lost his memory, because the plane was hit by a thunderbolt that was rarely encountered, and the whole plane was spared, including Mo Yan. The power of thunder and lightning entered Mo Yan's body, although the plane was fine, but Mo Yan, who was dedicated to protecting the whole plane, suffered from the power of heaven, which ruined the rare cultivation of a hundred generations. If it weren't for God's blessing, he would have been gone.

Now, Mo Yan's memory is all lost, Sun Fufu's son Sun Dahai is named after the sea, and the family thinks left and right, seeing that Mo Yan is silent all day long like the sea without wind and waves. Therefore, it was also a coincidence, so I simply called Mo Yan "Mo Yan". Mo Yan also naturally became Sun Fufu's third child.

Sun Fu originally had eldest sons, Sun Dahai and Sun Ling. In terms of age, or on the surface, Mo Yan can be regarded as his third son.

Sun Dahai is Chinese New Year's Eve five years old today and has a seven-year-old daughter named Sun Yingying. Sun Dahai also has a sister named Sun Ling, who is twenty-two years old this year and is studying in a university in the provincial capital.

Mo Yan's joining did not bring much burden to the family, on the contrary, it made the family feel happy. Especially Xiao Yingying, this little girl has been pestering him all day long since Mo Yan came. Like a little adult, he introduced the benefits of this place to Mo Yan.

"Uncle, are you unhappy again? Don't worry, Dad said, you will get better soon. Sun Yingying ran over and pulled her little hand tightly to Mo Yan's big hand, and said with a smile. Her white, tender and cute porcelain doll-like appearance, coupled with her two small eyes like crescents when she smiled, made Mo Yan's heart much more cheerful.

Mo Yan nodded, and said leisurely: "Life always has to go on, the past days are always in the past, and how to live in the future has nothing to do with the past." Mo Yan looked at Yingying looking at him blankly, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, then touched Yingying's head dotingly, and said, "Don't worry, uncle has nothing to worry about." Let's go, it's time to eat. ”

"Hmm. Ying Ying saw a smile on Mo Yan's face, and her mood improved, and then she grabbed Mo Yan's big hand and ran to the dining table.

Now Mo Yan is fine, except that he still can't remember half a minute of the past, of course, the blurred pictures of falling asleep at night always make him wake up suddenly, wet with sweat, and then he can't sleep all night. This situation lasted for nearly a month before it slowly improved, perhaps because Mo Yan went to the sea to fish with him!