It was a flat cargo ship, and strangely enough that there were no lights on even in the cockpit. There seemed to be a figure on the deck shaking, and the two white lights circled in a rhythmic circle to the left and right, and I don't know how long it had stopped.

I called Niangniang to take a look, his eyes were sharp, and he immediately recognized that it was Mr. Fu's people.

"They saw you, and they'll be here later......"

My mother and I dragged our arms and legs to hide the drowning man in the shade of the willows on the shore, and he hid together, leaving me alone to stand in a conspicuous place.

I don't have a flashlight by my side, so I pull out my phone and turn up the flash to learn the rhythm of the opposite side to draw circles. Soon the two lights went out, and there was a rumbling in the distance, and the big ship slowly began to turn.

The wind rose, and the whimpering ghosts cried even more, and the waves were so strong that the phosphorus fire was much darker. I wasn't as scared as I was just now, my mind would spin a little bit and I started to feel that something was wrong.

I asked my mother, and I got a small curse.

"This grandson burns buns, and he is uncomfortable if he doesn't find out about such a big guy, right?"

Niangniang, this person, it doesn't please anyone, but he also knows how to converge, so he just complains and complains to me. I am a big man, and I often listen to his words in my left ear and my right ear, so I get along quite harmoniously.

This time it's different, the people on the construction site are scared away, and we don't even know if the owner is coming. As Mr. Fu said, he is the owner of this property, and he will definitely be discovered in the middle of the night on the river where the waterway has long been abandoned.

But maybe he has his own reasons, so I can only try to cooperate. In addition to this, I still keep an eye on it.

The big ship did not cross the river directly, but went downstream around the river bay and turned a little downstream to the nearest wharf. By the time I ran along the riverbank, there were already people setting up a gangplank, and some lights were lit up on the bow of the boat.

It was these lights that reflected the people on deck. It was a group of middle-aged men in camouflage training uniforms, and there were more than twenty of them just as far as they could see. Definitely not soldiers, soldiers don't have their colorful hairstyles. It's just that it's still well-trained, and although there are a lot of people, it's not noisy.

When I saw them, I chuckled in my heart, for no reason, cold sweat broke out from the back of my neck, and my steps to step forward stopped. They are very vigilant, and there is always a dense place in the crowd, and they can't see through it even from a few angles.

The personnel on the periphery were busy, obviously there was some big guy on board, and the sound of the radio was constantly sounding, and they were preparing for unloading in an orderly manner according to the dispatch. The cargo ship is flat, this thing was not clear from a distance just now, and I thought it was part of the cabin, but now I found out that it was a large engineering equipment such as an excavator.

At this point, I finally understood that these are not Mr. Fu's people, they are forest dogs!

When I was in college, I was faced with a problem that I couldn't solve on my own, or I had to run out of money or fail my major. I would wrap myself in a quilt, sleep with him upside down in the morning, and daydream the same. That is to imagine that time can be folded away like a curtain, and this period of torment can be skipped in an instant.

I lost the confrontation with life, I know how to be strong, and I know how to work hard. It's just that before I get up and take my phone to fill in the re-exam, it takes an hour or a week to avoid the sharp reality, so as not to be too aware of how incompetent and lonely I am.

Now, when I tried my best to hide my body as much as possible and turned back to find my mother, he was gone. It's strange, his phone is still in my backpack, and the next move hasn't been discussed yet, where will he go?

Could it be ......

I had the courage to glance at the river with my peripheral vision, and the swells stopped, and the ghost fire was only a little bit left, and the undulations of the waves on the river in the distance were clearly extinguished.

Could it be that something has happened to him?

I asked myself if I was a pessimist, and at this point I told myself that he just didn't have the right to leave me. Maybe he went to find a warm and quiet place to sleep, or he could have received a call from his kind to be in a nightclub**. After thinking about it a few times, my heart felt a little more comfortable.

The drowning man was still there, and seemed to be awake. Anyway, I caused him to be in danger, and he had to ask if there was anything he could do to help.

It was almost dawn, and the pale blue silhouette of the top of the hill on the opposite bank could be faintly seen. He sat on the shore with his chin in his hands and looked into the distance.

"Hey, are you alright?"

He didn't look at me, took off the Bluetooth headset and put it in his pocket, raised his chin at the other side, and said: "This mountain range is called Shagen Cailiang, which means auspicious and wishful in Manchu. ”

Good luck? I was amused, this is not Tibet. Walking into the squatting next to him, I don't have such an open-minded mood as him, and I can still watch people and scenery after escaping death, I just feel helpless.

"Again," he said, turning his head and smiling, "don't you have anything to say?" ”

I didn't care about him when I went into the construction site to move things, but now when I look at the moonlight, I don't look like a person who does rough work. He has a baby-fat face, but his speech expression is calm and calm that is very inconsistent with his appearance. But he was more innocent than my helplessness. I mean, if he knew that it was a rookie like me who caused him to fall overboard, he would be more upset than his pig teammates.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, and I caught a glimpse of the hem of his shirt that had fallen to the ground, a classic beige trench coat, which looked very expensive...... I mean, clean and tidy. How so? He had already changed his clothes in such a short time, so what was he doing back?

He didn't seem to hear what I was saying, and looked at me inquiringly. It is said that his eyes are easy to leak, but his eyes are shining like a galaxy of light, and I was stared at and explained: "I just feel sorry for you." ”

"I'm sorry for what? Is it because you look at me and don't care about anything related to me, or is it that a chance encounter in this foreign land doesn't surprise you, because you are thinking about another person in your heart? ”

I:......

Compared with the meanness of the mother, his words are more subtle, and every sentence makes my brain circuit jam. I understood incompetence, so I could only ask in a literal and silly way, "How do you know?" ”

"Of course." He seemed to be very talkative, and sighed with a smile and said, "Seeing is connection." Whether you care about me or not, you only have me by your side at this moment. And all my attention is devoted to observing you, and naturally I can find a lot of things. Such as restlessness, anxiety, and a little coldness. ”

I was speechless again, he was right, and I was uneasy because I suddenly realized how fragile the connection between people was. Look, if a mobile phone can't get through, you can't find it at all. Whether it's the person of the mother, or my hope to complete the task.

He laughed again, unabashedly, as if my reaction was exactly what he expected. Sure enough, he laughed enough, and said slowly: "There was a ship just docked, did you see it?" ”

"Yes."

"Good." He drew circles in front of my eyes with his index finger and said, "Then let me tell you, there are forty-five men and one white terrier on this ship." You saw them, do you think they didn't see you? ”

There was a smile in his eyes and a brisk tone in his voice as he said this, but I suddenly felt a cold wind blow on the ground. With a void in his heart, he argued: "What if you see it? I didn't do anything. ”

He tilted his head for a moment, revealing an expression that didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"You, you." He stood up, drew two circles with his fingers out of thin air, and said, "Does it matter if you do something?" Unimportant. The important thing is ......."

He pointed his hand to somewhere behind me: "That man! ”