The drizzle of rain continued to hit the water, rippling a little, and in the silence, only the rustle of raindrops could be heard cutting through the sky. A fiery red reflection pierced the water, rising and falling.

In the depths of the pool beneath the red, the dark shadows slowly rise upwards and gradually merge. But if you look closely, it is clear. The fiery red floats above the water like a flat boat, and its round outline resembles a huge flower sloping upwards under the dark canopy, beautiful and enchanting, but also intimidating.

This is a red umbrella, the wide umbrella surface is made of fine silk silk, the slender skeleton is almost completely hidden in the dark night in the color like blood, the slender gray bamboo umbrella handle points to the sky, and at the tip of the umbrella handle, a small figure stands steadily.

The figure looked down at the lake, his long jet-black hair tightly tied to the top of his head fluttering in the wind, and his clothes flew high like the wings of a flamingo, obscuring his pale face, making it impossible to see whether it was a ghost or a human.

Between the clothes of the same color as the umbrella, there are slender ribbons of white and light blue, and from a distance, the ribbons seem to be alive and shuttle between the clothes, like a snake.

The slender calves exposed under the body look as dry as the handle of an umbrella, and the dark brown skin is terrifying, giving people the feeling that they are dry and about to break. The handle of the umbrella, which is clinging to the soles of the feet, is also wrapped with white and light blue ribbons, the tips of which sink to the bottom of the lake, stirring up the jet-black of the depths of the pool.

In this way, one person and one umbrella kept floating forward on the surface of the lake, as if they had lost gravity, and they never sank into the depths of the lake. The rain in the sky became more and more delicate, and gradually formed a vague rain curtain, completely covering this person and an umbrella, and disappeared under the cloudy sky......

The Roquehouse incident took place 50 years ago

On a fishing boat filled with the smell of oil and fish, Nono and his father were eating in front of a large basket of fish. Nono is 15 years old, and now he no longer feels sick to his stomach because of the fishy smell of fish, and besides, a half-grown young man like him has the best appetite, and he has more rice in a large bowl in his hand than his father.

Although Nono's father is not yet 40 years old, the wrinkles on his face are as deep as an engraved mark due to years of fatigue and wind and sun. With dark skin, prominent cheekbones, and rough and dry lips, he looked no different from an old man in his fifties or sixties in the city. But he was physically strong, tall and thin, and the muscles in his two arms were prominent, and he looked like a man with great strength.

As a child, Nono used to sit on his father's shoulder and watch him fish. Nono was born on a fishing boat and rarely had the opportunity to go to town. Even if they go ashore, they can't get out of the confines of the fishing village where they live. However, Nono did not like to go ashore, preferring to stay on the boat and accompany his father to fish.

Fishing and selling fish is all of Nuono's life, simple and calm, full of happiness and joy, the only fly in the ointment is that his mother died too early and can't see what Nuono looks like now, so Nuono always carries the photo of his mother in his arms, and takes it out to see when he is free.

He felt that this was like standing face to face with his mother, he could see each other, his mother would not feel lonely underground, and compared to a 15-year-old child in the city, Nono's state of mind was more simple and kind, and he experienced much less pollution from the world. Therefore, he always had a smile on his swarthy face, just like his father, and his eyes were as clear as the pearls that his father had dug out of a shell.

When my father was young, he read a little bit of a book, in the kind of private school of a country teacher, but he didn't read much, and only knew a few big characters. Whenever Nuno opened his eyes and looked at the lake, his father would blurt out 'Chongming', and in his father's eyes, the son at that time really looked like a Chongming bird that was about to spread his wings and fly high.

He pinned all his hopes and beauty on Nono, hoping that one day, Nono could get out of this poor small town and create a world of his own. So, contrary to Nono's wishes, his father wanted to bring him ashore rather than stay on the surface of the lake and fish with him for the rest of his life.

His father gave all the money he got from fishing to Nuno to bring to school, but Nono's academic performance was very poor, and he didn't like books at all, and he didn't even like to go to school. Whether it's school or vacation days, Nono would sneak back to the boat and stay with his father.

After receiving many warnings from the school, my father finally gave up, and he was not a very patient person himself, and his father had to make compromises in the matter of Nono. He agreed that Nono could stay in the fishing village and continue fishing with him. However, if you want to bring books to the boat, you are only allowed to accompany him to fish for half a day every day, and you have to sit and read with peace of mind for half a day.

For his father's requests, Nuno naturally agreed to them one by one, anyway, as long as he could stay on the ship, he was willing to do anything. In his free time, my father would invite some educated old boatmen to teach Nono to read. These old boatmen are not only experienced, but also very talkative, and they can always tell the knowledge in the textbook into one story after another, which in Nono's opinion is much better than the teachers in the school.

Therefore, Nono is no longer reluctant to learn knowledge, but he still doesn't like an environment that is too serious and formal. Didn't his father always compare him to the ancient god bird Chongming? Sacred birds are supposed to be free, aren't they?

Nono always thought that his life would always be like this, with the boat, floating wherever it counts. But one day, everything changed, and my father didn't know why he had to go out fishing in the waves, and just before that day, Nono didn't fix his father's fishing nets because he was lazy.

That morning, he overslept because he played too late, and it was not until after his father had sailed that he got the news from the elders, and Nono was so anxious that he had only one relative. Therefore, he did not listen to the advice of his elders, and in any case he had to sail his own boat to find his father. While everyone was not looking, Nono stole a small boat and left the harbor.

The storm lasted for two whole days, and Nono and his father did not return for two days in a row. When the lake calmed down, everyone hurried out to sea to look for them, but how could they still find a shadow? The elders were very saddened, because they felt that Nono and his father would never survive again, and they were swallowed up by the deep bottom of the lake.

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