This time the sea was not so talkative, we followed the nearest island on the map, but the wind was in the opposite direction to us, and after a few days, there was still no shadow of the coast. The old captain became more and more anxious, and paddled almost day and night, and large drops of sweat fell into the boundless sea, causing small ripples. Every noon I would climb out of the cabin with difficulty, look at the sweaty old captain and smile and say, "Don't work so hard, it's a big deal to cut off this foot, you usually do the work anyway." ”

"Not really." He said seriously. It's a little unserious, I know that in fact, he is also panicking, if he can't see the coast for the next two days, then my method will become the only way.

"Maybe I really should stay on that island." I jokingly told the old captain.

His reply was several times faster than usual: "You hold on for a few more days, wait for me to send you to the island, if you really can't be cured, I'll take you, and we'll go back to Xue'er and their house." ”

I smiled at the old captain's determined gaze, but he didn't look at me, still rowing the oars in his hands. So he knows who loves me and who I love, even when he's not by my side.

The moon still came out on time in the evening, and the old captain leaned against the outside of the cabin, and he really couldn't row. I watched him through the cracks in the door panel in the cabin, and he seemed to cry. I suddenly remembered the story he told the villagers about his best friend who died in a shipwreck, and he didn't cry that time.

I crawled over and pushed the door open and moved my feet to the front to sit next to the old captain. He noticed me coming, wiped his tears with his wrinkled old right hand, squeezed out an awkward smile at me, and then put his right hand on my shoulder and looked up at the moon.

I could clearly see the twinkle in his eyes, and I lowered my head and leaned on his shoulder.

We rarely do that, but this one is special. I slowly fell asleep, and when I opened my eyes, the old captain looked at me with a kind smile. The night on the sea was still so bleak, and a cold wind blew, and I couldn't help but shiver, and so on, the wind seemed to be blowing in the opposite direction. I looked up at the old captain, who smiled at me and nodded.

He shifted my body, stood up, shook his shoulders, picked up the oar, and rowed hard, this time as if he had regained all his strength, with a determined smile on his face.

It was a nice ride, as if it had been deliberately arranged.

We arrived at our destination in a little more than a day, and the old captain walked heavily and panting with me in his arms. This time he was not as cautious as he used to be, as if he decided that there would be a village here that could save me. The breeze lowered the long green grass and rolled it into one green wave after another. From time to time, I looked back at our ship, for fear that the wind would blow away because the old captain had not docked properly. And he looked at my swollen foot, as if to determine if it was still healed.

The road is endless, over a small hill, rows of thatched houses appear in front of you, although it looks a little simple, but after all, it is a place where people live.

The old captain took two breaths, slowly laid me on the ground, and carried me on my back again, and walked down the hill, through the damp birch forest, to a house, and asked if there was anyone who knew how to heal. The people of that family were very welcoming, but when they heard that we were looking for a doctor, their expressions seemed to darken, and with a casual gesture, the old captain and I turned our heads to see the dilapidated thatched house in the deepest part.

"Thank you." The old captain carried me on his back.

It was afternoon, when the climate of the island was humid and hot, and the smell of grass in the woods mixed with the salty smell of the sea rushed into my nose, and the dilapidated thatched hut that I had turned around a few mounds was revealed, and the old captain put me in the ground and went into the house alone.

I turned my head to look at the way I came, and suddenly I caught a glimpse of someone looking at me in the distance, dressed in a white shirt, with neat hair, and a pair of shabby eyes, frowning and looking at me carefully. The old captain came out of the house, and saw no one, so I pointed to the man in the distance, and the old captain hurried over.

"Excuse me, can you help me connect the bones of the child, who was injured at sea." The old captain finished speaking in a thick voice, and when he saw that the man did not respond, he immediately continued:

"Oh, we have the treasure, whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

The man turned to look at me again, and motioned for the old captain to carry me in. The old captain hurriedly came and picked me up and put me on the bed in the room, and the man came in slowly, still frowning, pushing his glasses, and taking out his medical kit from under the table.

The dilapidated room, the dilapidated tables and chairs, the dilapidated furnishings, but this medicine box is not shabby, but very exquisite. I suddenly felt less disgusted with his attitude, and I felt a sense of relief when I saw him open the medicine box seriously. The medicine box was well equipped and well organized, and he first removed the broken bandages wrapped around my feet, looked at them carefully, and then took out alcohol cotton wool to disinfect me. Because the swelling was so big, I didn't feel too much pain when he disinfected me.

He motioned to the old captain to go outside to fetch some water from the well, then wet a towel on his ankles, and found some anti-inflammatory medicine for me to take...

Night was approaching, and there was only one bed in the house, so the old captain had to go out and get a lot of grass, and simply made a straw mat and spread it on the ground. The man sat at the shabby table, frowning at a tattered book, and the old captain didn't say a word until the old captain picked me up and wanted to put it on the ground, and motioned that he didn't have to do that. The old captain was stunned, thanked him, and walked out of the house to find another house to spend the night.

The island was surprisingly cold at night, the man lit a dim oil lamp and continued to read at the table, I pulled the mattress on the side of the bed and covered my body, the man heard the voice and turned his head to look at me, turned back again, and said lightly: "If you are sleepy, go to sleep." I hummed and slowly closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already morning, and when I looked at the straw mat below, it was still so neat, as if I had never slept, and the man was gone. I sat up and looked out the door, and I didn't see him, but it was as if the old captain was sitting outside, quietly smoking. I called him, and he came over and told me that Dr. Luo Yi had gone up the mountain to collect medicine, and I hummed, and he added another sentence, saying that Dr. Luo was a doctor who went to the city and came back, and it would be no problem to cure me.

I think of Luke and Cher again... I don't know what this person has to say, he must come to this kind of poor country from a bustling and convenient city.