Returning with a little trepidation, Chen Feng felt a little uneasy and anxious in his heart, but the calm and calm along the way made him gradually settle down in his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Chen Feng comforted himself that the strange man was just alarmist, and his words were not true.

Back at home, Chen Feng stocked the yellow croaker in a small pond he had dug himself. It's filled with seawater, and the croaker won't die anytime soon.

Seeing Chen Feng come back from catching so many fish, his grandparents were surprised, praised Chen Feng's ability, and muttered a few more blessings from the sea god. Then, it was my grandfather who sat on a stool and told Chen Feng interesting stories about his childhood. From the time he was sensible, his grandparents told him that his parents had died when he was very young.

Later, as he grew older, Chen Feng also vaguely heard about the lives of those people outside Hongfeng Island. Although curious, Chen Feng never complained that he came to this destitute home, but was full of gratitude to his parents who gave him a new life and the grandparents who raised him. On a hungry and cold day, when his grandmother was hiding in a corner and crying because she was distressed, Chen Feng thought that his parents had passed away long ago, and his heart was full of sadness, but he still patted his grandmother's shoulder to comfort the kind old man.

Due to the poverty of the family, Chen Feng's grandparents were often busy until late at night in order to pull their young grandson, which can be said to be full of suffering. Although the other fishermen on Hongfeng Island occasionally helped the three of their ancestors and grandchildren, it was only a drop in the bucket, and the lives of other fishermen were also very hard, and they also ate the last meal but did not eat the next meal. Therefore, Chen Feng, who was very young, looked at the trembling body and pale hair of the old couple, and secretly made up his mind that he must live strongly, not only worthy of himself, but also worthy of his relatives who have paid so much for him.

The people of Hongfeng Island are simple, Chen Feng, his grandparents and the residents of Hongfeng Island have lived here for a long time, except for the suffering of food and clothing, they have not had too many worries.

However, as his grandparents got older and worse, major illnesses and disasters continued to appear, and his grandfather could no longer go to sea to fish, so he relied on the winemaking techniques he learned in his youth to go to a distant continent and opened this tavern.

For his grandparents' decades of hard work, Chen Feng is very grateful. In Chen Feng's heart, letting his grandparents enjoy their old age in peace is like his greatest wish.

Chen Feng has listened to his grandfather's story countless times and has been able to recite it. Still, as if he had heard it for the first time, he was serious and obsessed.

Night fell quickly, and after a simple dinner and a few more small talks, Chen Feng waited for his grandparents to sleep before he came to his hut. The weather is still a little cool now, so Chen Feng's small bed is covered with a thick layer of thatch. There was nothing in the room but a shabby, rough wooden table next to the bed.

Since the weather is relatively clear, the moonlight and starlight are relatively bright tonight, and standing in the courtyard, you can see the stars in the sky radiating bright light. Chen Feng looked up at the sky for a long time and didn't make a sound.

For as long as he can remember, Chen Feng has liked to look at the night sky for a long time. The sky in the night is so deep that the stars and the moon can give people endless reverie. He couldn't guess what was in the distant stars, he didn't know where the end of the world was, and he didn't know if there were immortals in the sky. Chen Feng thought of the world outside of Red Maple Island from this, and wondered if other islands were the same as here.

I heard my grandfather say that in the far west, there is a vast and boundless continent, which is as big as tens of thousands of red maple islands. It's full of mountains, rivers, deserts, swamps, and all sorts of strange things. Chen Feng wondered, would the people on that continent also like to watch the starry sky as much as he did? Is the starry sky above them the same as they see? The night in the village was so quiet and lonely that Chen Feng could only spend his night after night through this extremely simple way of life.

When he went to bed at night, Chen Feng played with the beads in his arms again, except that the crescent moon pattern on the beads was slightly clearer, there was nothing else special. The warmth of the beads itself also dissipated, giving birth to a faint coolness. The color on it is no longer pure white, with a slight gray, which makes the whole bead look quaint. However, this confirmed Chen Feng's thoughts, Chen Feng didn't think that the bead he got from Hei Jiao would be any kind of treasure. Even if it was really a treasure, Chen Feng would not sell it. Chen Feng vaguely felt that this bead could give people a sense of intimacy, and he should treat it as a plaything in his lonely life.

Due to the deep diving into the sea today, Chen Feng's physical strength was exhausted a lot, and he felt that he had enough strength at that time, but now he was slightly tired. So after a while, Chen Feng felt sleepy, so he put the beads on the table next to the bed.

After a while, Chen Feng fell asleep, and a slight snoring sounded, gradually disappearing into the quiet night. Soon after, Chen Feng's grandmother came to see if Chen Feng was asleep again, helped Chen Feng tuck the quilt filled with kudzu linen and left.

As for the beads on the table, she just glanced at them and didn't pay much attention to them. The children of the fishing village often have some strange playthings, and in her opinion, although the beads are round, they are also ordinary.

As the night deepened, the moonlight also passed through the window, a little bit with time, and finally shone on the table and reflected on Chen Feng's face.

In the middle of the night, Chen Feng dreamed that he had caught a lot of yellow croaker, sold it for a lot of money, bought a lot of delicious things for his grandfather and grandmother, and hired a few people to serve the two old people, so that they would no longer be tired. However, Chen Feng dreamed of the strange man in the carriage again, and kept saying to himself, "You still have one day of Yang Shou left, and you will definitely not live tomorrow." He also dreamed that the black Jiao at the bottom of the sea was not dead and was chasing after him. In the end, Chen Feng was so frightened that he woke up immediately.

Opening his eyes, Chen Feng suddenly felt that his pupils were stimulated by the strong light. Chen Feng subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands, but he could still vaguely feel the light shining through.

Chen Feng didn't dare to open his eyes to look at the light rushing from front of him, so he hurriedly turned his head and recovered for a long time before he dared to open his eyes slowly. Even when the eyes are closed, the pupils can still feel a stinging pain, and the intensity of the light can be seen. Chen Feng estimated the hour, that is, around midnight, even if the moon was bright, it would not be possible to have such a strong light. Is it on fire? When Chen Feng thought of this, he hurriedly got up in a panic, and he had already forgotten the stinging pain in his eyes. Who knew that after Chen Feng got up, he found that the night was as silver as silver, and it was extremely quiet, so how could there be any fire? However, the source of the strong light was discovered by Chen Feng, and it turned out to be a mysterious bead on the bedside table.