Fish Notes

Stumbling back to the city alone, the little fisherman sat down in a deserted alley, drenched all over.

His mermaid just left.

He leaned against the low wall covered with vines, listening to the noise of people coming and going in the alley, it was almost noon, and it was the busiest time for the market in the city.

But the little fisherman has nothing, the excitement does not belong to him, and the silence is not enough.

My heart hurts, I'm missing that rib, and I feel so empty that I want to tear myself open so I can stuff something into it.He panted heavily, like a fish dying out of water.A large shadow under the eaves enveloped him, and he looked up, as if looking at his life that was suddenly dim and lightless.

No, no, no, no!

Whenever I think of those green eyes, there is inexplicable courage in my body.The little fisherman tried his best to stand up, took a few deep breaths, and walked out slowly while leaning on the wall.

Depression is useless.

In that deep sea, there are still people waiting for him.

Finding another hotel, he took care of himself, packed up all the wet clothes and packages, and went to the city to prepare the necessary supplies for this long journey.After waiting for a few days, the ship finally reopened. He followed the crowd to the deck and looked at the place he was going to, with a firm heart.

There, there will be his mermaid, his true love, his only companion in this life.

woo-woo-

The low whistle sounded, and the ship gradually left the port, leaving, leaving.

……

Long-distance voyages on the sea are very boring. Although there are many entertainment facilities on board, the little fisherman can't afford it. He just leans against the railing every day, letting the sea breeze blow his hair on his forehead, squinting his eyes, and staring straight at the boat. one direction.There are also some prodigal ladies who hunt for beauty on the boat and seduce the little fisherman with sweet words.But the little fisherman always waved his hand, saying that his wife was waiting, and the trip was long but only for him.Hearing this, the lady had no choice but to cover half of her face with a fan, sighed helplessly, and turned around to look for the next prey on the floor where the ball was being held in the cabin.

There are many beauties in the world, but none of them can compare to the mermaid he cares about. Whether it's acting like a spoiled child or losing his temper, they are all worthy of all his love and affection.

One day, two days, one month, two months... The pocket watch left by my father keeps turning, but I can't hold the passing time in my hand.Gradually becoming anxious while waiting, the little fisherman could hardly fall asleep at night, staring wide-eyed at the sparkling waves of the sea, and the reflected crescent moon, emitting a cold light.

How long will it take to reach the end of the journey?

Soon, soon!

I am always worried about the safety of the mermaid, wondering what it is doing?Do you struggle to swim in the current, or relax and drift?Does it miss you deeply like yourself?

And even if he tried his best to comfort himself, he couldn't control the howling storm and the raging waves in the nightmare when he was sleepy.no no no!This is not a dream!The little fisherman woke up from the sudden shaking, the light in the cabin smashed to the ground, and it was dark.And the hull of the ship is like a kite with a broken string in the storm, unable to face capsize.

The little fisherman walked through the screaming crowd and struggled to get out in the corridor that entered the water. Those broken and rolling suitcases and luggage were left unattended. Everyone just wanted to save their lives, and they rushed to the deck one after another. Hear the yelling of the crew...

The deck was already in chaos. People were crying and shouting, and their clothes were disheveled, rushing to the lifeboat that had just been lowered by the side of the ship. "Don't squeeze! Let the old man and the child go first!" Someone shouted loudly, and was drowned in the noise for a moment, and then a few gunshots slowly subsided the commotion.

The voices of the crew members became hoarse, but they continued to direct the crowd like flies, hoping to evacuate as soon as possible.The overwhelming rain, the tilted boat, and more people are squeezing into the boat, some are running around, some are holding on to their bags, some are kneeling on the ground and crying in despair, and some Knowing that he was hopeless, he closed his eyes and prayed with his hands together, waiting for the end to come.

At this time, the little fisherman ignored himself and pushed a man to the side, grabbed a lady who was about to be pushed off the boat, and pushed her onto the lifeboat.The people below also quickly caught the screaming madam. In the face of life and death, there are always some people who still retain the most precious qualities of human nature, leaving hope to those who are weaker than themselves.The child who lost a shoe could not find his parents, so he would just stand blankly on the side of the boat and cry. The little fisherman shook his head, as if he saw the mermaid when he was a child. Leaving most of his body: "There is still a child! Let him go up!"

The last seat was also filled, and there were not many lifeboats that could function, and now they were all packed with desperate people.The icy sea water surged up, and the ship was powerless to return to the sky. There were only a few people who were still sticking to it, and they refused to leave at the last moment.

"boom--"

The little fisherman only felt that a large amount of salty liquid was forcibly poured into his nostrils, and before he had time to grab the floating board beside him, he could only desperately swing his arms and legs to swim upstream.As for the ship not far away, it has completely turned over and slowly sank in the turbulent sea water. Those lifeboats have gone nowhere. There are broken parts and people's leftover clothes everywhere, floating along the waves.

His brain was throbbing, the waves around him were too strong, and it was difficult for him to hold himself no matter how good the water was.I couldn't help taking a deep breath, but the seawater choked into my lungs, and when I coughed, I was on the verge of suffocation.His body gradually became heavy, being constantly impacted by the surging torrent, his limbs swayed non-stop, and there were crashing sounds all over his body, he didn't know if it was the sea tide or the rushing blood.The remaining air is expelled from the mouth by the water flow, like jellyfish bubbles opening and closing, occasionally illuminated by the white light of lightning in the dark ocean, twisting and gradually moving away and shattering.

Maybe my father was like this at that time, struggling until he finally died.The little fisherman didn't want to die, so he was buried in the bottom of the sea like this, what would happen to his mermaid?Just like when he and his mother waited foolishly, but waited for the news that there were no bones left?No, maybe the mermaid will search all the way, and finally weep at a pile of scattered corpses that cannot be distinguished.

Not reconciled, not reconciled.

He still wanted to see his mermaid again, his limbs were so weak that they ached, and he couldn't stop.At the moment when death was strangled by the throat, the fishing village, parents, and graves passed by like a revolving lantern in his mind... Finally, the figure of the mermaid was fixed on, approaching him quickly.

I can't see anything clearly anymore, my eyes are brilliant, and under the dual stimulation of tears and sea water, my vision gradually blurs.It seemed that there was something floating, like long hair, floating not far away, coming towards the little fisherman little by little.Then, he hugged him tightly with both hands, and when he was about to faint, he dragged him up, up...

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When I was writing, my mind was full of Titanic, the dog belt