The moon stars are scarce.

Langtou Village was quiet, and from time to time I heard one or two dog barks.

In front of the village.

The sea is wide open.

Small pier.

There were more than a dozen small fishing boats parked.

From time to time, there is a "crackling" sound of fish jumping up and smashing back into the water.

On the edge of the small pier is the sandy beach, the sand is as white as snow, stretching for a kilometer or two to the east, followed by one reef after another, the small one is only a fist, and the large one is as high as a small mountain, which is more than ten meters high, stacked on top of each other, covered with oyster shells as sharp as knives and wet and slippery sea vegetables.

The waves crashed, the water splashed, and the sound of rumbling and even rumbling came far away.

On the beach on the edge of the reef, a person is lying on his stomach, half of his body is soaked in the sea.

Zhao Dahai sat up suddenly, and a wave of nausea rushed to his throat.

"Wow!"

Zhao Dahai knelt on the ground with his hands on his hands, first a mouthful of seawater, then yellow bile water, and finally retched, vomiting dimly, I don't know how long it took before stopping.

The night sky is high and far.

Rebirth?

Reborn yourself?

Zhao Dahai was lying on the cold sand, his eyes wide, his chest rising and falling violently, gasping for breath, tears welling up and forth from the corners of his eyes. At this time, I had just passed my eighteenth birthday. Two years ago, on the day of his sixteenth birthday, his parents went out to sea to fish, suddenly encountered a strong wind, did not see people in life and did not see corpses, encountered a huge change and less discipline, stole chickens and dogs, fought and drank everything, became an old bastard, at night a person drank two catties of wine mixed with bad wine of water, ran to the beach, climbed the reef, stepped on the air and fell into the sea, drank a stomach of seawater and thought it was dead, but did not expect to open his eyes again and return to the age of eighteen.

God, is this blind?

Why not be born again two years earlier? In this way, the parents were prevented from going out to sea to fish, so that they could change their lives against the sky.

Now what does that mean?

Is this going to be another suffering?

Bastard for another life?

Married Bai Fumei to the pinnacle of life?

How can a bastard from a fishing village have such a skill?

What is the point of living such a life again?

Just die!

Zhao Dahai got up and rushed towards the reef, reborn?

Lao Tzu is not rare!

My life is my way. I want to die, and no one can stop me.

Zhao Dahai gritted his teeth, used his hands and feet together, climbed the highest reef, and just wanted to stand up and jump down, when he suddenly saw the lights on the two lonely tiled houses in the highest place in the east of the village, as if struck by lightning.

"Oh my God!"

"Dead or dead!?"

"How could I have such a thought!?"

……

"It's better to die than to live!"

……

"I'm not human!"

"Bastards can still burn some paper and pour two glasses of wine for Daddy and Lady every year!"

"It's a hundred times to die by myself, and it's a pleasure!"

"Who will send grandma to the end of the old age!"

……

Zhao Dahai slapped himself frantically, the past and afterlife experience came to his heart, and he cried loudly, I don't know how long it took, and stumbled towards the village.

The easternmost part of the village.

There are two tiled houses, one large and one small.

Zhao Dahai took a deep breath, the courtyard door was not locked, it opened as soon as he pushed it, and walked in. A feeling of familiarity and strangeness came over me. This is the place where I grew up, every inch is very familiar, looking at the hall, the door is open, a kerosene is resting on the table, next to a gray-haired and wrinkled old lady sitting on a low stool, pulling a broken fishing net in front of her, and sewing and mending with a net shuttle in her hand.

Zhao Dahai's nose was sour. Two years ago, after her parents left, she was too lazy to eat, and her grandmother, Zhong Cuihua, who was over 70 years old, made some money by weaving fishing nets and supported her family to death.

Zhao Dahai was afraid for a while, the white-haired person sent the black-haired person This is the most painful thing in the world, grandma has already experienced it once, she really jumped on the reef, and if she comes again, grandma will definitely not be able to stand it.

Zhao Dahai took several deep breaths, calmed down his emotions, and strode into the house.

"Grandma!"

"What time is it?"

"Stop weaving nets!"

"Go to sleep!"

Zhao Dahai walked in front of Zhong Cuihua.

"Huh?"

"When did you come back?"

Zhong Cuihua raised her head, and the net shuttle in her hand habitually smoothed her hair.

"Just came back!"

"Let's go!"

"Sleep, sleep!"

Zhao Dahai knew that his grandmother was a little old and a little deaf, and he didn't hear it when he just pushed the door into the yard.

"Hey!"

"What do you sleep?"

"This net needs to be mended. Tomorrow someone will have to come to the door to get it! ”

Zhong Cuihua shook her head.

"I'll just mend this net!"

"You go to sleep!"

Zhao Dahai said as he pulled Zhong Cuihua to stand up.

"What are you doing, kid?"

"I'm not tired at all. I'm older. Sleep less. Go to bed after work. ”

Zhong Cuihua didn't want to go to sleep.

Zhao Dahai half-coaxed and half-pulled, sent Zhong Cuihua back to the house, and just lay down for a while, a small snoring sounded.

Not tired?

Getting older and sleeping less?

How is this possible?

People who are not tired, people who are older, people who sleep less, this lie down and fall asleep and snore?

Zhao Dahai pulled the quilt, turned around and returned to the hall, sat down, picked up the net shuttle to mend the fishing net, at the beginning was a little rusty, and he hadn't done this job for decades, but this is the skill of the children who grew up in the fishing village, regardless of men and women, ten minutes, more and more proficient, fingers flying, and the holes in the fishing net disappeared one by one.

A hint of fish belly white is revealed in the sky.

The roosters in the village pulled their necks and shouted louder than the other.

Zhao Dahai rubbed his sour eyes and looked at the old pendulum clock hanging on the wall, but for about two hours, he was too tired to do it, and he really didn't know how his seventy-year-old grandmother had survived in the past two years.

Zhao Dahai tidied up the fishing nets, tied the ropes, and put them aside, and someone would come to pick them up later. Walk into the kitchen, put the rice on the fire to cook the porridge, and open the lid to cool after a while.

It's getting brighter.

The sun rises.

Zhao Dahai got out of the kitchen, stood in the yard, not big, about 100 square meters, hit the cement floor, the sea was windy, accumulated a thick layer of sand, looked up at the roof, there was a lot of grass, a one-meter-high banyan tree in the corner of the wall was very conspicuous, into the hall, all kinds of things were piled up in a mess and the dust was half an inch thick, the roof was broken with a few holes, leaking light, and it would definitely leak when it rained.

Zhao Dahai smiled bitterly, this is all his own pot. Eighteen-year-old guy, don't work all day, grandma is over seventy, every day has to weave and sew fishing nets to earn money for food, where is the time to tidy up the house or something, not to mention the roof leakage, can't climb up and have no money to hire people, can only be cold.

Zhao Dahai heard a sound in the inner room, walked in quickly, and after a while, helped Zhong Cuihua out of the yard.

"Grandma."

"You drink some porridge."

"I'll tidy up the house in a moment."

Zhao Dahai set up a chair and stool, cooked a bowl of cold porridge, put it in front of Zhong Cuihua, divided it by two, drank a bowl of porridge, and began to work. In the hall and in the kitchen, the old things and garbage that are not needed are removed, the remaining things are neatly arranged, the dust on the tables, chairs, cabinets and windows is wiped clean, the house is cleaned up, the yard is cleaned, the shovel is picked up, the sand is all shoveled away, and the broom is swept clean. Set up ladders, climb up to the roof, remove the weeds that grow, cut the banyan trees in the corners of the bricks, cut them in two, carefully pluck the fine roots, and stack the old tiles left over from the construction of the house in the broken places. Finally, the water was carried and bucket after bucket washed the floor of the house and yard.

Zhong Cuihua sat on a low stool, watching Zhao Dahai busy with his work, constantly wiping his tears.

Zhao Dahai didn't say anything, grandma has been tired enough in the past two years, the key is that she is ignorant and heartbroken, and now she sees that she is sensible, and she can't control it at once, this is happy, don't care.

Evening.

Sunset.

In front of the yard.

There is a mountain of garbage.

Zhao Dahai wiped the match and lit it, the sea breeze blew, and a puff of green smoke rose and burned.

"Daddy!"

"Mother!"

"No more fooling!"

"Make money and get by."

"Let grandma have a few days of comfort."

Reborn and go back to death?

Or continue to eat and wait for death?

There would be no such thoughts, no such things.

Grandma lost her son in old age and suffered a lot, she is a man, she has to support the whole family, so that she can enjoy a few years of happiness.

Marry a wife and have children.

Live your life well.

This is what Daddy and Mom want to see the most.

Zhao Dahai looked at Tong Honghuo and secretly swore an oath.