At this time, the men all showed their generosity, supporting their bodies to the end of the strong crossbow to help the girls get off the boat, the end of the plank was Lao Xing greeting, the poet, Lao Pi, Wang Ling, and a boy heard Lao Pi say that his surname was Zheng. His name is called "Ninth Five", and when this name came out, the poet found it interesting, saying that the father of the Ninth Five-Year Plan wanted his son to become the emperor, and his surname was "Zheng", and his name was called "Ninth Five", and the emperor called himself "Zheng", and was also called "the respect of the Ninth Five-Year". However, I have seen him say a few times on the 951 road, but he is sleeping there, everyone thinks that he is just seasick, no one expected that the boat docked, and that guy was the first to stand up and stride off the boat.

"This buddy is not very united," the poet said: "In the face of suffering, we should unite as one, there is a way that the Red Army is not afraid of expeditions and difficulties, and thousands ......of rivers and mountains are just waiting for leisure."

The people on this road were originally dizzy, and they landed on the shore, although the front was a solid earth, but the seemingly simple action of getting off the boat stumped a large group of girls, this person lost his balance for a long time, and the balance of the brain has long been out of control, just like a drunk person, walking is a step and three swaying, plus the hull of the boat that keeps swaying from side to side, danger appears.

Wang Ling accompanied a girl to move forward, and Lao Pi was responsible for supporting Li Xin, this Nizi's face was as white as a piece of paper, and she kept holding her head with her hands, and there was no blood on her little face. In fact, this is also to blame for the old criminal, he may have overestimated these children from the city, how can landlubbers who have never been in the water compare with people who have been dealing with the sea all year round?

Sure enough, Wang Ling just crossed the sampan bridge before he fell to the ground, and he heard a group of people behind him, "Hey...... Ay...... Yes! Then there was a woman's scream, and then when he looked back, he saw that a figure had fallen from the sampan bridge, and pulled the old skin down with it......

This sea is not as good as the river, and the small river ditch can splash and make a splash, but what about the sea? This place was originally full of reefs, the waves mixed with white wave foam slapped against the reef, all the time no longer made a "pop" violent beating sound, this person just fell into the water in front of the back only saw an arm on the water waved and disappeared. Behind the old skin was the poet, this guy had already been stunned, frightened in place, Wang Ling saw this and shouted: "Why are you still stunned, save people!" ”

The poet nodded hurriedly, and then thought about it and said with a bitter look: "Four...... Fourth brother, I don't know water! ”

Wang Ling didn't say a word, and he didn't have time to take off his clothes, so he jumped down with a run, and plunged into the water. Only then did he realize that the sea and the river in front of his grandfather's house were completely different concepts, although they were both water, one was calm and relatively still, and the other was not at all what he imagined. As soon as he entered the water, he found that there was a huge surge hidden under the surface of the sea, and the force pulled people and dragged the body so that you could not stabilize your body at all, and the body that could not get the strength could only drift everywhere with the current, and it was choking on two mouthfuls of water in succession before barely exposing his head to the sea, and then a rope was thrown down, and the poet took advantage of this kung fu to find a rope on the boat and threw it to him: "Fourth brother, you caught it!" ”

Wang Ling was holding the rope and preparing to dive again, only to hear another sound of falling water behind him, and when he turned his head, it turned out to be Lao Xing who also jumped down. This difference came out at once, and Lao Xing came to Wang Ling in two clicks, only to hear him shout: "You go up for me immediately!" After that, a fierce man plunged down, leaving only his feet to make a splash on the water and disappear.

Wang Ling where is willing to give up, he tried to dive again with his companion in mind, this time he took a deep breath and made some preparations, but when he went into the water, the light here was extremely poor, and it was dark everywhere, only to bury his head for a moment and was slapped up by a wave, with his body slammed into a reef behind him, that feeling was like a dull stick smashed up coldly, the pain he immediately followed the buoyancy slowly up, and then leaned on the reef behind him and did not dare to move. The eyes of the others were completely focused on the sea at this moment, and no one paid attention to the injured Wang Ling, only wondering if he was doing what Lao Xing had ordered.

On the sea, about twenty meters away from the accident point, Lao Xing's head was exposed to the water for the first time, and he swam back sideways, faintly seeing a person under his arm. Anyone who is familiar with the nature of the water knows that it is far more difficult to rescue a person who has fallen into the water than it is to pull back a heavy object in the water, and the reason is that the person who has fallen into the water will desperately grasp anything that can be grasped, so that the rescuer is often pulled back into the water again by the huge destructive force of this survival instinct, and there are countless such tragedies. And Lao Xing used his own arms to clamp the other party's arms hard, so that the two were under his control.

After being dragged ashore, Li Xin and Lao Pi were in a coma, this sea water is no better than fresh water, and the discomfort in the neck is like a knife. It was too late to prepare, Lao Xing turned the two of them over and told the poet to follow him, put the person on his thigh, and then slapped the back violently, and it didn't take long for a large mouthful of seawater to spit out of the mouths of the two, Lao Xing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It should be fine." ”

When the two of them woke up, the poet found that his fourth brother was gone, and when he looked back, he thought that the person was not soaking in the water just now? Bend down and take a look, good guy, the fourth brother's face is already iron-blue, no matter how you shout him, he won't agree. In fact, it's not that Wang Ling doesn't agree, but he can't open his mouth at all now, as long as he opens his mouth, the tendon on his back hurts his heart, and he can only hold the reef with his hand to stabilize his body, if no one takes care of him, he will have to sink into the sea in five minutes.

Waiting to fish Wang Ling up again, Lao Xing was also exhausted, checked it, there was a crimson scratch on his back, and he pressed it twice with his hand to estimate that the bone was not broken, and it should have been knocked out. Lao Xing pressed Wang Ling's spine with his big slap and said lightly: "Boy, bear with it, it hurts a little." ”

Where did Wang Ling care so much, only to nod his head only to feel a violent spasm on his back, Lao Xing's big slap pressed down hard all of a sudden, the sore taste simply made him unable to survive, unable to die, tears and snot were flying everywhere with a sparse noise. But after this pain, I found that I could move, compared to the previous feeling of not being able to move, but it was much better, and I saw that the two of them were okay and slowly forgot about the pain in their bodies, and at this time everyone was relieved.

For fishermen, the sea is both a source of livelihood and a merciless devil who knows how to observe every drop of the sea to understand its temperament. But for these outsiders, this was just the first day of stepping into the sea, Wang Ling looked at Lao Xing's back, and vaguely understood why he would be aggressive to himself, if he wanted to survive here, he must practice a good skill, otherwise he may not even find a body when he is buried in the depths of this ocean.

The island they landed on has no name, there are too many such islands in the South China Sea, and the history of people living by the sea can be traced back to a long, long time ago, about after Pangu opened the world, there is a legend of Jingwei reclamation. Such islands are dotted with islands that stretch across the ocean and are the mysteries of which only the old fishermen who know them well.

This island was a popular stopover for fishermen in the South China Sea for a long time, because there was a freshwater spring in the center of the pirates, which did not dry up all year round. Fresh water is a precious resource on the ocean, and people who have passed here have built some stone huts to shelter from the wind and rain as a temporary resting place. However, most of these houses have fallen into disrepair, and all that can be seen is the former mutilation.

There is indeed a spring at the top of the position, around the spring are those houses, these stone houses go up the stairs along the reef of the slope, and look like a layer on top of each other from a distance, quite a bit of the shape of the Tibetan "Potala Palace", so Lao Xing said that in the past, some people called this place the "Potala Palace" on the sea.

Lao Pi was rescued from the sea, but he was also grateful to Lao Xing in his heart, but the young man was thin-faced after all, and he couldn't help muttering: "Can this place really live in people?" The rest of the young people are also pouting, although that era was hard, but judging from the dress and skin of these young people, they have not suffered at home, in that era when the middle and lower poor peasants dominated the "revolution", some intellectuals and the children of former "rich" families were the first to bear the brunt, becoming the vanguard of receiving the re-education of the middle and lower poor peasants, so in terms of conditions alone, they estimate that none of them will be worse than Wang Ling, although they have been impacted, But no one ever lived in this open space without even a roof.

Lao Xing turned his head and glared at him fiercely, and just wanted to speak, the poet saw that something was wrong and came out to play a round and said: "Aren't we all here to receive re-education from middle and lower poor peasants, this is called close to life, since we are here, then consciousness will naturally have to keep up, see if there are any materials that can be used nearby, we will have to rely on ourselves in the days to come." ”

Repair the house, this is the first thing they need to do by themselves, saying that the house is to use the cliff wall to stack a place that can block the wind, living on the reef with a full smell of the sea, the vastness and endless of the sea still make these young people who were previously seasick feel the ubiquitous scenery, fresh, exciting and the indescribable yearning of the past......