Seven days ago, a long-lost storm swept across the South China Sea during an inopportune season.

Even outside the great shipping routes, the weather on the seas is always complex and unpredictable.

For those in the mood for relaxation, it is a pleasure to admire the majesty of the sea; But for those who depend on the sea for their livelihood, it is always awe-inspiring and even terrifying.

And immediately after the storm, the sea shows its calm side again. The blue sea and the clear sky are combined, and in the scenery that looks like a "mirror of the sky", a dhow is slowly drifting through.

But the broken sails and the ruined hull show that there is no contradiction between the "beauty of the mood" and the "cruelty of reality", and it is clear that it has been destroyed by the storm before.

Although the storm did not overturn the fishing boat, it seemed to be doomed when all the supplies on board were washed into the sea and the ship was blown away from the main shipping lane...... On the sea, loneliness means death.

The fishermen on the boat were two brothers, one of whom had fainted. Sunken eye sockets, chapped lips, breathing like a gossamer, all of these signs that he has reached his limits. The elder brother was only slightly better off than the younger brother, barely holding on to the last shred of consciousness, leaning back in the boat, one hand hanging over the low side of the boat to the surface.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness completely, he suddenly felt something touch the back of his hand, rippling and rippling with the bottom of the boat.

The elder brother barely opened his eyes, and then he saw a round, bizarre "fruit" half-floating on the water, tapping lightly on the back of his hand......

It's food.

In the midst of infinite despair, there seems to be a glimmer of hope to live.

But the food is more than that.

The elder brother scooped up the fruit, he looked at the younger brother who had fainted, and there was a trace of struggle in his eyes, but in the end he moved to his brother's side little by little, and reluctantly broke the fruit and stuffed it into his brother's mouth little by little.

With the hydration, my brother's breathing seemed to be calmer.

Then he put the rest of the "fruit" in his brother's hand, and after a little rest and regained a little strength, he saw him flip forward, directly over the low side of the ship, and plunge headlong into the blue but deep sea that swallowed everything.

The cruelty and tenderness of the so-called world are probably such a contrast.

And just when this conflict-filled "emotional aftertaste" was still spreading, I saw my younger brother, who was originally unconscious, suddenly turned purple, and then ......

He began to unconsciously scratch the inner walls of the cabin with his ten-fingernails.

How so?

It's like this man ate something he shouldn't have eaten.