"Bang, clang. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info"The dilapidated ship floated exaggeratedly in the rough waves, as if it would be slapped apart by a huge wave at any time, and even the containers on the deck were swaying and colliding with the hull, making a huge noise, if it were not tied to the thick hemp rope, I am afraid that a wave would be able to slap the container into the sea.

However, these noises and vibrations were nothing to Xiao Jiu, and he had no time to care about them, at this time he was lying in the corner of one of the containers, looking at the top of the container with blank eyes. How long had they been adrift at sea? Twenty-three days, or twenty-four days? Forget it, it didn't matter, he was too hungry to think. I still remember that when I first set out, I had some dry bread to eat every day, but as time went by, the food got worse and worse, and by the past few days, there were only some leftovers leftovers. And it's these leftovers, Xiao Jiu has to work hard to grab them, if he slows down, he won't even be able to eat a mouthful of leftovers.

And compared with the pain of hunger, what is even more terrible is the lack of water, those people on the boat only give them a little water every day, and these water is not even enough, and it is robbed of it early by the stronger children. In the past 20 days, Xiao Jiu has relied on the rainwater seeping in through the cracks of the container to survive. It's a pity that these days, even this little gift, Heaven no longer gives him---- it hasn't rained for several days.

Xiao Jiu tilted his head, and there was also a boy lying beside him, but at this time, the boy didn't move, and even the ups and downs of his chest were no longer visible, I don't know if he was dead. There was a putrid smell from the boy's body, so strong that it was so abrupt in this stinking small space, mixed with the salty sea breeze, like the smell of a rotten salted fish.

The noise, the vibration, and the pungent smell, but Xiao Jiu didn't bother to change places, and now he needed to reduce the consumption of physical strength as much as possible. Although I have lived a hard life in the past twelve years, I still hope to continue to live if I can, even if I live like a dog.

At this time, the children who stayed closer also found the stinky body. As early as ten days ago, in such a harsh environment, there were already children who could not stand up and died, and in the following days, children died one after another. At first, the children panicked, but as more and more children died, the toddlers' faces were now numb, and they just moved slowly to distance themselves from the smell.

Suddenly, there was a low sobbing sound from the children, and there were still some children who had not yet been dehumanized, but I didn't know if they remembered their parents at home. The sadness was like a plague, quickly contagious among the children, and with that sob, a few more sighs were heard from the crowd, and more and more children lowered their heads with sad looks on their faces.

Xiao Jiu was also infected by this emotion, and he also remembered his parents. However, for his parents, Xiao Jiu did not have a trace of warm memories, but felt bitter in his heart for a while. Seeing these children crying and mourning one by one, but they have seen their parents and felt the warmth of their parents, but they have not even seen the appearance of their own biological parents, shouldn't they cry a lot? He was given away by his biological parents as soon as he was born, and he didn't even have a name, but he heard that he was the ninth child in the family, so the title "Xiao Jiu" has always accompanied him.

Xiao Jiu under the fence did not live better, because he was not good-looking and relatively thin, so his stepfather and stepmother did not like him. He was in that so-called "home", he was not well fed and clothed, and he had to help the family from a very young age. Thinking about it now, he was more of a slave to someone else's family than an adopted son in those years. Unfortunately, even if he was a slave, others were not prepared to let him work for too long, and when he was eight years old, his adoptive parents swept him out of the house and sent him to another family, and for the next four years, he moved between two families. This upheaval lasted until a month ago, when he was delivered to a pair of traffickers and sent to the ship with other children. He thought he was just going to change places, but he didn't expect that he might die here.

Xiao Jiu recalled his short and tragic life like this, and suddenly wanted to smile bitterly, but the corners of his mouth were just about to rise, but he found that his dry and cracked lips couldn't even do the action of "laughing". Xiao Jiu stretched out his tongue and licked it on his lips, but unfortunately he didn't have much saliva in his mouth, so he couldn't moisten his lips at all.

Xiao Jiu sighed and gave up his efforts, at this moment he suddenly felt that if he died like this, it was actually not too bad.

"It seems that this time I really can't survive, I hope that if there is an afterlife, my next life will not be too miserable. Xiao Jiu thought as his tense body relaxed. Suddenly, he noticed that the noise around him was quieter, the pungent smell in the air was also lighter, and a bright light shone through the darkness on Xiao Jiu's face, and there seemed to be a figure shaking in the light.

"Did God send a messenger to pick me up?" Xiao Jiu said with relief, while calmly greeting himself at his "last moments".

"Wow!" A stream of water poured on Xiao Jiu's face, the water was very cold, which stimulated Xiao Jiu's spirit, but it also made Xiao Jiu regain some vitality. Xiao Jiu stretched out his tongue and licked the water on his face hungrily, the cold water flowed into his throat, Xiao Jiu felt that the strong burning sensation in his throat had finally calmed down, and his chaotic spirit was clearer.

"Okay, let's get out of here. The "messenger" said lightly to Xiao Jiu.

Xiao Jiu shook his head, which was still a little dizzy, and rubbed his eyes again, only to realize that it was not a "messenger from heaven", and standing in front of him was a young man in Tang costume, and that light was just the light of the flashlight in the young man's hand. The door of the container had been opened, and the children who had been brought with them were slowly walking out of the container in a line.

"Brother Jiu, this one is dead!" a fierce voice sounded behind Xiao Jiu.

Xiao Jiu turned around and found that the big man who spoke was the crew member who brought them food and water every day, and he usually treated them with high esteem, but now he was respectful to this young man who was two years younger than him.

"Bullying the soft and fearing the hard, it's really a slave's face. Xiao Jiu thought as he looked in the direction pointed by the crew: it was the little boy who was lying next to Xiao Jiu who was already stinking, Xiao Jiu still remembered that he had heard the little boy's dream-like whisper the night before, but he didn't expect this to be the last voice he left in this world. Xiao Jiu sighed, and sounded his own state a moment ago, if this young man called "Brother Jiu" came a little later, I am afraid that he would also become one of the corpses on the ground, as soon as he thought of this, Xiao Jiu felt extremely grateful to this "Brother Jiu" in his heart.