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The temper of the sea is always unpredictable, always so unpredictable.

Song Xing was just fishing on the beach, listening to the Three Kingdoms with his mobile phone, and temporarily leaving the bustle and hustle and bustle of the city, but he didn't expect a sudden gust of strange wind to blow him into the rolling sea and into the dark and boundless whirlpool.

The water pressure at the bottom of the sea was so high that Song Xing couldn't even move his hands and feet, so he had to roll with this turbulent vortex like a dead fish, and I don't know how long it took for the sea to finally quiet down after losing his temper.

And Song Xing finally got rid of the suffocating vortex, finally freed from the shackles of the vortex, and slowly surfaced under the squeeze of the seawater, and the sparkling sea illuminated people's eyes.

Squinting his eyes, and trying to tell the way, a black fishing net suddenly fell from the sky, and he was mercilessly trapped in the net, and then he was dragged like a dead fish to a dilapidated wooden fishing boat.

The fishy sea breeze was mixed with the smell of dead fish, and Song Xing was very unaccustomed to this smell, and he got out of the fishing net, and before he had time to inspect the surrounding environment, he held on to the string of the boat and kept vomiting there, until a big rough hand was on his shoulder.

He was picked up by an old fisherman wearing a hat and a robe.

His clothes were very tattered, like a few pieces of rag hanging on his body, swaying in the sea breeze, his black wrinkled skin was as if it had been smoked, and when he saw Song Xing turn his head, he didn't speak, just laughed stupidly there.

"Old man, thank you for saving me, can we go back to the shore? My phone is still there. Song Xing wanted to stand up, but found that he didn't have any strength in his body, so he had to shrink down in the bow of the boat and say some words of thanks to the old fisherman.

The old fisherman narrowed his eyes, looking very kind, but did not answer Song Xing's question, put the fishing net aside, picked up the double oars again, and shook them in a knotty, and the fishing boat slowly leaned towards the shore like a snail crawling.

On the shore is a hill only a few tens of meters high, and although there are people on the mountain, they are not living in high-rise buildings, but the kind of broken grass huts that are full of thatch, the kind of grass huts that can only be seen on TV.

Everything in front of him made Song Xing wonder, could it be that there is really a legendary paradise in this world? Looking at the thin old fisherman in front of him, as well as the white sea, Song Xing suddenly felt that something was wrong, and even a little panicked.

It wasn't just the people in front of him who made him panic, not just the things in front of him, but from himself.

Because just when he looked at all this with a different eye, he suddenly realized that not only the geography and seasons were misplaced, but even his body was seriously misaligned, or seriously shrunk.

This kind of plot that only happens in a time-traveling novel actually happened to him vividly, looking at the pile of scattered fishing nets in front of him, Song Xing suddenly had an urge to tear it apart.

Facing the irritable Song Xing, the old fisherman's eyes looked a little anxious, and his expression was a little impatient, he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just kept shaking the double oars in order to make the boat go faster.

With the unremitting efforts of the old fisherman, the boat finally squeaked and docked at a harbor at the foot of the mountain, and the old fisherman first jumped down from the bow of the boat, tied the boat to a stump with a rope, and then reached out and pulled Song down the bow.

Coming down from the bow of the boat, although the old fisherman's eyes were full of expectation, Song Xing did not plan to go up the mountain with him, but sat on the rocks by the sea, watching the turbid waves rolling in front of him, and the white waves in the distance.

Pinching his thighs with his hands, it hurts, it doesn't look like a dream, if the last time he crossed with chili peppers was just a dream, then this time it's a real crossing.

Last time, I dreamed that there were still a few chili peppers, but this time I really crossed over, but I didn't even leave a broken mobile phone for myself, and in the face of the rolling sea, no one knew what Song Xing was thinking.

Sitting motionless on the seashore, like a mud bodhisattva, people kept passing by, and people kept coming to him and asking him, such as little brother, where are you from, where are you from, who else is in the family, and so on.

Song Xing ignored the kindness of these passers-by, not because he didn't have that energy, but because he didn't have that mood, to a certain extent, their kindness was deeply stabbing an already injured heart.

Song Xing didn't answer their questions, but just sat there stupidly, thinking stupidly, until the sun was shining, the night breeze was cool, and a young man about twenty years old slowly walked down the mountain with a torch.

came to Song Xing's side and invited very sincerely: "This little brother, it seems that you don't have a place to go, why don't you go up the mountain with me?" There is at least a place to protect from the wind and rain. ”

At this time, in addition to going up the mountain, Song Xing couldn't find a better place to go, nodded silently, silently followed behind the man, walking in the potholed mountain, one foot high and one foot low, very unaccustomed, and almost fell down several times.

There were not many people on the mountain, and there were only seventy or eighty houses scattered on the ground, most of them enclosed in a courtyard, and the walls were neither brick nor stone, but the kind of dilapidated wooden fence, one end stuck in the earth, the other sharpened.

The wall gate is also built with wood, there is an ancient wooden card hanging in the middle of the walled door, the middle of the wooden card is engraved with the three big characters of "Tian Heng Zhai", the top of the wooden card is also covered with silk cloth, and the color appears to be a little old.

The houses in the village are basically the kind of thatched huts that are full of thatched huts in the wind, and there is a little dim light inside, and both adults and children in the village are dressed in tatters, and children of seven or eight years old are still bare-bottomed, messing around in the night.

Although the clothes of a young man have been washed and white, there is no tattered, not that there is no here, but there are very few, at least Song Xing has never seen a second person as neat as him except him.

Although most of the people lived in thatched huts, the young man introduced him to a wooden courtyard with a simple and antique fragrance, and the eaves of the roof were carved with patterns.

The owner of the courtyard is surnamed Tian, it seems to be the village chief or patriarch of Tian Hengshan, or both, the people in the village seem to call him Uncle Tian, Song Xing didn't understand, the accent is one aspect, but the heart is another aspect.

The people on the mountain basically make a living from fishing and hunting, and the food at night makes Song Xing a little staggering, with both game and seafood. Hairy crabs, which have been hyped up by modern society, can be eaten here like rotten turnips.

Whether it is mountain delicacies or sea food, for the current Song Xing, it can't arouse his appetite, and the other people see him with a solemn expression and are silent, only saying that he is stupid because of today's situation, and no one takes it to heart.

Song Xing silently ate the sea crab, and never said a word from beginning to end, not that he didn't want to speak, but he wanted to say it badly, such as where Si is, what year Si is, who Si is, these are all things that he wants to know very much.

It's just that before he thinks about his words, keeping his mouth shut should be the best choice, since they all think that they are blinded, then simply wait longer.

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