When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on my own bed at home, wearing a torn military uniform that I don't know when, and an armed belt wrapped around my waist, which was tightly tied so tightly that I couldn't breathe.

My right hand hung down on the side of the bed, probably pressed by sleep, and I didn't obey the slightest call, and it hung like that.

The door suddenly opened, it was my mother, her old man holding a bowl of fried noodles, looking at me with pity in her eyes and saying, "I should have come back a long time ago, and I went to be a soldier!" Seeing that you are tired, get up quickly and eat the noodles, this wheat was planted by your father, and I have made noodles for you to taste."

I suddenly felt light, took the noodles from my mother's hand, and chewed on a bunch of noodles (all kinds of green vegetables, fried noodles are essential).

When I looked up again, my dad didn't know when he also walked to my bedside, and his knife-like face still had ten big words written on it: "serious, serious, hardworking, strong, strong, strong, and rising", he gently raised his right hand and stroked my head like a rabbit, while his left hand took out a bottle of authentic Beijing Erguotou from his military uniform, and only said lightly: "I know that I miss home, come back when I am homesick, don't float outside."

I could feel two streams of heat welling up in my eyes, and I looked at my father, who was much older, and his short black hair was now mixed with a little gray, and suddenly remembered, suddenly remembered, it seemed that I had not looked at him so carefully for many, many years.

As a result, he swallowed the wine into his stomach in one gulp, and the wine was salty, bitter and salty like seawater, and it was very unpleasant.

I coughed violently, as if I was choking on the wine and my lungs were about to vomit. Suddenly there was the sound of the sea pounding on the plank, but the father's voice faded away, and the mother's face became more and more blurred.

The glare of the sun finally took the place of the supple lamp in my pupils, and I seemed to understand that this was a dream, a sweet dream, and I tried to let myself fall asleep again, even for a while, so that I could look at my mother and the father I used to hate.

My body was still soaked in the seawater, and by the warmth of the sun, the sea water was no longer cold, and my right hand was hanging unconsciously in the sea water as if it was broken, while my left hand was still hanging on the rope of the rabbit skin sandbag like a hook, and my fingers were completely unconscious, only my wrist could come with a feeling of numbness after dislocation.

Because my left hand can still hang on a point of focus, I will not let me, who is already floating on the sea, suffocate below the surface of the sea with my head down.

The wind on the sea has long since stopped, and looking at the height of the sun, at least it is not morning, but it is not yesterday, because it is not the sunset, and the scorching light makes me understand that the storm of last night has passed, and the gentle breeze is the melody of the sea now.

My left arm was already sore, and my right arm was completely out of reach, so I tried to tread the water, which seemed to slow down the force of my arm and let the blood circulation slowly come back to normal, but I was so tired that my calves were trembling, and then turned into cramps, and several times I almost sank vertically into the sea.

I tried to lift my left leg out of the sea and hang it on another rabbit skin sandbag, but it was too hard for me to do it, so I had to hook the sandbag with my left arm, which had just eased some blood, and pressed down with the weight of my body, and at the moment when the canoe tilted slightly to the left, I suddenly hung my left leg on the sandbag that I had expected, and then rolled into the small cockpit of at least half of the water.

I sat on the floor of the cockpit, and under my ass was the wooden bench that had been knocked over, so hard that it tingled in my pelvis, and I moved to the side again, so that the water in the boat went straight to my chest.

I didn't have the slightest strength to change anything, so I sat weakly, letting the rippling water lap against my chest, and sometimes a few drops sneaked into my mouth, I just wanted to sit, is there anything more comfortable in the world than this position now?

At least another half hour passed, until I could feel a pinprick-like stinging pain in the fingers of my left hand, and I stood up on my elbow on the plank, and then almost fainted back into the water.

The nails of my left fingers fell off three, and there was a very obvious spiral strangulation mark on the right arm, which must be the result of the lifesaving rope entanglement, and I almost concluded that my right arm was useless, after all, it was strangled for too long and too long, but this practice of losing the pawn to protect the car was also a matter of no way at that time, is it important to lose the right arm or to lose my life? I believe the answer is very clear.

I seemed to be able to see the plasma wrapped in the blue veins under my arm, surging rhythmically with the beating of my heart, not only on my left arm, but also on my right arm, I tried to bite the skin on my left arm, but found that there was no other strange feeling, just that the skin became much more transparent.

It makes me wonder, the same thing happened four years ago, remember? After the shipwreck of the Zheng He, I soaked in the sea for an unknown amount of time, and finally washed up on the beach. Even now, is there some strange disease on my skin?

I looked down at my face carefully on the water by the reflection of the stagnant water, but found that my face had not changed as before, but it had been soaked in the sea for too long and looked very pale, which made me feel a lot more relieved.

With the surge of blood in my right arm, it seemed that I was slowly regaining consciousness, and I silently thought to myself: "Thank God, I finally survived again, and it was all the shadows that survived!" ”

After a long time, though still weak, I had to hurry to drain the stagnant water in the storen, which I tasted, it was salty, and it was evidently a mixture of rain mixed with the seawater that had entered the storehouse yesterday, and it was not drinkable, and if all the fresh water I had carried had been exhausted in the storm of last night, I would have lived for less than forty-eight hours, and now I was severely dehydrated, and the corrosion of the sea had drained me of a great deal of water, and it was only because of the soak that I did not hallucinate that I was thirsty, The fainting that had just gotten up was enough proof of that.

My left hand reached into the stagnant water, and groped anxiously under the water, groping for the clay pot with fresh water that I had desperately protected last night, praying that it would not have the same miserable fate as the other jars, and luckily I found it in a corner of the position, and although there were a few broken jar dregs next to it that stung my fingernails, I found it!

I poured a mouthful of fresh water sweeter than spring water into my mouth, and I did not dare to drink more, fearing that my internal organs would not be able to withstand the pressure, so I turned around and put the jar in the bow of the boat, scooped up half of the rotten jar and began to remove the stagnant water.

I was fortunate enough to find that I had lost more than half of my fresh water, but there were still two jars left, and the jars of jerky were the most broken, but fortunately there were still a few packets that I had wrapped in plastic cloth and stuffed in the trench where the bird's guns were kept, and they were still stuck there, along with it, along with my bird's guns, and the gunpowder and buckshot that were also tightly wrapped.

The biggest loss seemed to be my body and supplies, but after the catastrophic baptism last night, I really became religious, whether it was comforting myself or really taking refuge, and I began to think about it, "This is the punishment that the Buddha, God, Christ or God gave me, corporal punishment is part of it, I experience hunger and thirst, and I use it to deepen the intensity of the punishment."

The more I think about it, the more I can give myself hope, after all, the boundless sea in front of me, except for the sound of the sea water hitting the side of the ship around me, I can't hear anything, and even, I can't even see a seabird, this sea still feels a little breathless, the sea and the sky are clear, the clouds are quietly rushing, the waves are flowing silently, as if I can feel the movement of the earth and celestial bodies; The only thing I don't feel is the hope that I can live.

I sat in the cockpit and fell asleep, too tired to even have the strength to erect the mast and sails, and in fact, the coconut tree had also been wrecked in yesterday's storm and disappeared, leaving only the little spinnaker tucked into the crack in the bow, but what good could the sail be if it had lost its mast?

When I woke up again, it was already night, and I rubbed my eyes as hard as I could, trying to focus my pupils, but found that it didn't work at all, I couldn't find any moonlight in the sky, not even a star, I couldn't find half of it.

I rubbed my face vigorously to make sure I wasn't dreaming, so what's wrong?

I'm sure I'm not blind, in fact I can see the faint light of some plankton on the bottom of the ocean, but there is no trace of celestial bodies in the sky, like a sudden big bang that has reduced everything to nothingness, and only these creatures on Earth remain.

I am no longer interested in these seemingly unknown unknowns, and I have long lost the motivation to explore, and my biggest hope now is only to survive, even if it is my small island, I no longer have the luxury of going back.

Half-asleep, I suddenly hit my head heavily on the wooden plank of the cockpit, which was so great that it was like a canoe hitting an iron plate, but fortunately the material of his canoe, if it was an ordinary wooden plank combined with a boat, the force of the collision was enough for it to sink seven or eight times.

Even so, the boat shook several times in a row before it stabilized slightly.

I got up from the cockpit with excitement, because I knew that I should be saved!