Wang Yimi gently slapped the python-shaped fog horn coiled out of the navigation light mechanism, and he turned his back and couldn't see the expression on his face. Reinforcements have not yet arrived, and it is already too late. He leaned down and blew the fog horn with all his might, and the low, mournful sound of the horn echoed over the sea. "There's a boat!" Wu Mazi suddenly stood up straight, he turned his head and said again, his voice was much calmer, "There is a boat!" ”

As if in response to his words, several staccato horns came from the top of the open tower, which was the night ship thanking the fog horns. "Wang Yimi," Zhu Yue said, "is your Fufeng Camp coming or not?" He finally asked this sentence, it was crab fishing season again, and the sea outside Bolangsha was full of crab boats. The smoke curls from the big smack, and many crab boats have to rest here, making this originally empty abandoned village suddenly become vibrant. Crab fishermen may not know where all the people in Da Mengzui have gone? Perhaps, they don't care at all - they are all men on the sea, who hasn't seen the changes of life and death?

It was getting late, and the lights on the tip of the Bo were on. It's not the white tower in Bo, it's the newly built lighthouse in Boxia, the shape is quite similar to the lighthouse on Bo, but it is the lamphead inlaid with the north crystal, which is brighter than the original I don't know how many times. There is a lot of sea fog in this area of Bolangsha, and the original lighthouse is too high for sea ships to see. In the past few years of rebuilding Qingshi, the waterway of the Bad Water River has been completely opened, and the importance of the lighthouse has become more and more prominent, and the second lighthouse has also been built quickly.

The tower keeper is not the city guard of Qingshi - the rebuilt bluestone is no longer one of the "Ten Cities of Wanzhou", and of course it no longer has its own city guard. But their lives were no different from those of the city guards, living in those dilapidated thatched huts, growing vegetables and raising chickens in a palm-sized vegetable garden, and even rowing an old sampan to catch fish and crabs. However, they no longer climb high in Bolangsha every day to light the lights. They rowed to the new lighthouse built on top of the reef. The lighthouse on Bolangsha was as completely forgotten as the abandoned barracks. Maybe they didn't realize that there was a lighthouse on the high Bolangsha, and they came and went by sea, and they didn't even walk the long and beautiful mountain road of Nandushan Mountain, and only when they arrived and left, they would see the lighthouse of the white stone, right?

The wind howled on the Bolang sand, the wooden door of the lighthouse was rotten and opened, and Bai Haiyan, who was hiding inside, was alarmed by the sound of heavy footsteps, and flew out of the doorway, a big white shadow. The one-armed middle-aged man muttered to himself, "Don't you know each other?" Scared like this. The young man beside him asked curiously, "Uncle Zhu, do these petrels originally recognize you?" ”

Zhu Yue was stunned, Bai Haiyan only had a lifespan of three or five years, and he didn't know how many of the little swallows who lived in the lighthouse were nested in the grass on the edge of the cliff back then. He sighed self-deprecatingly and said, "Even if I knew it, I couldn't recognize it if I was missing a hand." The young man shook his head and smiled: "It's not necessarily that Uncle Zhu looks different, I'm afraid that he looks down on people if he lives in a rich house." He was not very old, and his voice was clear, but there was a lot of wind and frost in this sentence.

Zhu Yue stared at the young man deeply: "There's nothing wrong with that, isn't it?" It turned out that this young man was Zhang Yudi's younger brother Zhang Siqing, who studied in Huai'an and escaped the bluestone catastrophe. However, the family is ruined, only he is alone, and his old friends and old friends have also changed their faces. Of the seven city guards in Bolangsha, Zhu Yue was the only one who survived, and only Zhang Yudi had such a relative. At this time, I heard him sigh, but I was afraid that he would be uneven and drill the tip of the horns.

Zhang Siqing nodded slightly, stretched out his hand to touch the rotten door frame, and said after a while: "There is nothing wrong with it." Even if the Fufeng Camp came late, there is nothing wrong with it, this is their own measurement! It's always okay to point at someone else. "In the battle of Bolangsha, he had heard Zhu Yue speak many times. Zhu Yue smiled bitterly: "It's not too late, it's just ...... Finally nothing to use! ”

Zhang Siqing was silent. It was indeed not too late, the news of the Red Brigade's entry into the mountain had already spread to the South Dusk Mountain, and the Fufeng Battalion did not wait for the call of the fog whistle to move closer to Bolangsha in time, and almost rushed to Bolangsha at the same time as the Red Brigade who turned back. However, the Red Brigade had a large number of people, and the Fufeng Battalion could not distinguish the situation in Bo, so it did not dare to launch it for a long time. It wasn't until the sea fog cleared that the city guards retreated into the lighthouse that the Fufeng battalion assaulted behind the Red Brigade and wiped out most of the Red Brigade in one fell swoop. These few hours of standby are the lives of the city guards and the price of seven wounds and a broken arm on Zhu Yue's body. However, the lights on Bo are always on. This is the reason why Zhu Yue said "It's not too late" - isn't this battle just to be on the light?

But what if the lights don't go out? The merchant army did not attack the lighthouse again, but the rear changed their minds. The third batch of grain ships from Huai'an turned around and returned south at the mouth of the Bad Water River, and at that time, the lights on Bolangsha were still on. At that time, how Zhu Yue and the soldiers of the Fufeng Battalion who were guarding Bo roared loudly in despair, as if the people on the boat could hear their voices. They knew in their hearts that Bluestone had fallen, because others could not always be counted on. But how did those people, those people they thought they could rely on, become "others"? Zhu Yue didn't know, and he didn't want to know. What he knew was that the brothers who were with him in Bolangsa could also become "others" who could not be counted on.

But they didn't, not a single one. That's enough! Zhu Yue silently opened the food box with one hand and took out a pot of wine. The mountain road was bumpy, and a pot of wine was spilled almost halfway. He checked the remaining half and handed it to Zhang Siqing. Zhang Siqing solemnly raised the wine jug above his head, poured it one by one, and sprinkled it on the base of the white stone. After spilling seven cups, he turned to the direction of the deep ditch and spilled another cup, which was for Zhang Yudi. The wind in Bo is so strong, but his heart is hot.

He knew why Zhu Yue had brought him here, not just to pay tribute to his brother and those who had fought with Zhang Yudi. What Zhu Yue wanted him to understand, he understood, but only in this place did those truths become so deafening: even if there are so many injustices and betrayals in this world, there are still some people who may be ordinary and small, but they always fulfill their duties and practice their mission with their lives. As long as he believes this, he will be able to live well, and live more truly and happily than those people in Huai'an Tianqi!

It is believed that the oldest lighthouse that can be seen now is in Ningzhou. This is a matter of course, and the feather is a pioneer in sailing. In fact, it can't be called a lighthouse, it's just a fire pit with a rock, and it will only be lit in bad weather. And rightfully so. Come to think of it, aside from their perception of the stars, there are often noble sorcerers on the sorcerers' ships, who can fly in the sky as long as they stretch out their huge white palms. What better way to navigate? The truly beautiful lighthouses are all located in the Eastern Continent, especially on the eastern shore of the Three Seas.

Each lighthouse reflects the local terroir and resources. For example, the Qixue Pagoda on the island outside the port is a seven-story wooden tower with carved beams and paintings. The northern part of Shanxi is cold, and the most famous product is wood. Because of the cold weather, the trees grow slowly, and the materials are fine, which are good materials for construction and shipbuilding. Quanming is the bronze lamp of the iron tower, known as ten thousand years. The Ming Dynasty made iron, and the forging process was the best in the Eastern Continent, and the glory of this iron tower can be compared with the Star Hall of the Great Shang in ancient times - but the Star Hall is five, and now there are only two relics left, I don't know if the iron tower of Quanming can really stand for 10,000 years. The lighthouses on the coastline of Wanzhou are the most dense, because Wanzhou is mountainous, and the three seas in the middle of the earth were formed by the subsidence of ancient land, and the coast of Wanzhou is particularly rugged and dangerous.

Another reason is more realistic: Wanzhou is heavy on commerce, and sea and canal transportation are the lifeblood. When it comes to transportation, the Wanzhou Chamber of Commerce has always been willing to invest heavily. Guandao is an example of this. Speaking of lighthouses, from Hezhen to Qingshi, although the shape of the lighthouses is different, they are all stone towers, and in recent years, they have been replaced with crystal lamps, and the fuel used is also whale fat. But the merchants were not willing to spend their capital because they loved vanity, and their reasons were very reasonable: the money spent to build a tower might be earned back by a few ships of goods; But if a ship sinks, it is not only the ship's cargo and seafarers that are lost, but also the time it takes to come and go, which is costly in any case.

When people talk about Wanzhou, they often think that businessmen value profit over righteousness. In fact, if it is really heavy on profit, how can it be completely light? For long-term businessmen, righteousness and profit are one. Look at the lighthouses are an example, the merchants built the towers for profit, but how many lives of navigators were saved by these lighthouses! If more lighthouses can be built along the coast of Yuezhou, Yunzhou, the Nanyang sea route from Hezhen to Xiayang will not become the most difficult route in shipping, right?

There was a slight itch on his forehead, Wen Jindu raised his hand and brushed it, it was drenched, and it turned out that there was a lot of sweat. Looking up, the sun still did not climb to the middle of the sky. It's not noon, and it's not summer, so why is it so hot? He was a little upset, and even his mouth was dry for a while.

The sun is such a strange thing, sometimes it goes so fast, sometimes it goes so slowly. Wen Jindu felt that he had been sitting on this lying cow stone for half a lifetime, but in fact, not even a morning had passed. He suddenly wished that the large stone plate in front of Suzuka's house was in front of him, so that he could count the shadow of the iron needle in the middle of the stone plate one by one. As soon as the shadow moves one block away from the red line, Suzuka will appear at the door. The first and fifteenth days of each month are the days of quarrying. At noon, the quarrymen of the mountain will gather on the bank of the Woniu Stone, and then Suzuka will appear in the fragrant pine forest singing a song, jumping in front of everyone, waving his hand, and leading everyone to the Xiangshui Pool to quarry.

The rules of quarrying have been passed down for I don't know how many generations have been passed down in the mountain and have never changed. Of course, before Suzuka it was Grandpa Wind, and before Grandpa Wind it was Grandpa Wind. The ancestors of the Feng family have been the leaders of the mountain for generations, but in Wen Jindu's heart, Suzuka is equal to the leader. From the day he first went to Xiangshuitan, it was Suzuka's way, and before that, he had heard the story of Grandpa Feng, he had heard it from his elders, but those legends had never been able to put some color in his imagination, and they only became legends.

Suzuka is always on time. When the sun is in the middle of the day, and the shadow of the quarryman curls timidly into a small mass at his feet, the song of Suzuka will surely come from the fragrant pine forest. At first, Wen Jindu didn't pay attention to this. The Lying Cow Stone was always so lively, people laughed, teased, and played, and the song of Suzuka inadvertently slipped in like sunlight penetrating the forest. He didn't remember what day it was, but he suddenly saw Suzuka coming out of the pine forest, like a lively deer, walking to the rhythm of the sun and walking among everyone. Since then, Wen Jindu has been more and more eager for this semi-monthly work. No matter what the quarrymen were talking about, he could always hear the light steps of stepping on pine needles in the loud laughter and words.

"Ah Sheng, you're bragging again!" He smiled and punched Bao Shusheng hard, but his ears were cleverly propped up. Then, Suzuka's sweet eyes would twinkle in front of him. As is often the case.

Wen Jindu thought about Suzuka's appearance over and over again, sometimes very clearly, sometimes vaguely.

Suzuka is not beautiful, and there are several girls who are more delicate than Suzuka in the mountain pass. But when Wen Jindu thought of Suzuka's smile, he felt that his heart had melted.

Suzuka is small. She was dressed in bright red, her skin was as white as goat's milk, and her hair was black and long, which hung limply down her waist. Suzuka has a small face, a delicate nose, and a pointed chin. When she laughed, her small black eyes narrowed into two curved eyelash lines, and her crisp laughter filled the col. Her red garment was dyed with round flowers by the waterhole. All the guides wore such big red robes, wide and wide, red as the sunset. This is to make it easier to identify.

But Suzuka just dresses differently. It was only after a long time that Wen Jindu realized that Suzuka had quietly tightened the waist and hem of the dress, and when he walked, his soft and slender waist and white calves were dancing. That is to say, Suzuka is still a pretty little girl after all. This made Wen Jindu suddenly give birth to some ethereal hopes, the little girl was much kinder than the leader.