return to sea

When I went back to school, my teacher told my father about my truancy, it was useless, he didn’t care about me anymore, as long as I was still alive when I went back.

No loss!

I was holding the conch, and there was Cang Yang's voice, so clear... Even if I didn't listen to the conch, in my dream, there was the voice of the boy under the moon, shouting loudly.

The sound of cicadas chirping, in addition to the smell of trees outside the classroom, there is also a strong scent of toilet water. My nose was itchy and I sneezed several times. My deskmate poked my arm with an elbow, "Someone misses you ?”

Without even thinking about it, a name popped up in my mind—Cang Yang.

"probably."

I ushered in the high school entrance examination, and I did well in the exam. No one knew that every word I wrote at that time was restraining myself from writing Cang Yang.

Especially in the composition of the senior high school entrance examination that year, I wrote different styles from the perspective of the sea and won the perfect score composition, which was repeatedly praised in newspapers and periodicals.

——No one can understand the sea better than the son of the sea.

My dad took me to a restaurant for the first time. The dazzling array of food in front of me was tasteless in my eyes. The frozen seafood lacked freshness and sweetness...

"You also came from the seaside, don't you know if the seafood is fresh or not?" I didn't intend to save any face for this man.

My dad seems to have been stabbed by a needle. He hates people mentioning that he walked out of the sea, because it is extremely inconsistent with his current image. I like to hit him and make him frustrated.

The end of the high school entrance examination does not mean... I can be happy. First, I will face a few months to live with that woman and her son who has grown up but is still stubborn. For a school, it is best to be able to board, and it is best to go back to the village conveniently.

That night, I packed my luggage, asked my dad for some cash, and returned to the village.

I didn't tell Cang Yang that I was going back, I wanted to surprise him, so I went to the entrance of the village again with conch.

"Cang Yang?" I wondered why he left the door of his house wide open, and there was no light in the room, and it looked particularly gloomy at noon.

The boy turned his head and looked at me, with a strong sadness in his voice, "Yu Hai, why are you here?"

"This is... what's wrong with you?" I dropped the luggage, I have never seen him cry like this, he is always smiling, why are you crying?

"My mother..." When I approached, the sallow face on the bed really shocked me, "I didn't make it through last night." Cang Yang's voice was flat, I don't know how long he was crying, and now a drop There were no tears coming, and if he had to cry, I felt blood would come out of his swollen eye sockets.

Mother Cang's last words: I want to see her husband.

Cang Yang and I carried the person out on the bed, with a simple white cloth wrapped around his face, and there was no ceremony. The people on the beach...don't know where they dispersed.

Cangyang put his mother on the tricycle that my dad gave them at that time. The iron plates were rusty and mottled, with fish scales stuck in the cracks, mixed with fresh fishy smell... This car, which used to carry Cangyang with a fever, is now parked His mother's remains.

I held a handful of sand and scattered bits and pieces on her mother's body.

At noon, all the fishermen were eating, and only our floating boat drifted towards the sea with helplessness and sadness. It was going against the waves before, and then was pushed by the waves, swaying, swaying... …

Cang Yang cried again.

When he lowered the body, neither of us had much strength or balance, and his mother slid off the bed, head first into the sea.

The white cloth on his face was removed.

The sound of Cang Yang's cry and the cries of seagulls echoed for a long time between the sky and the sea, engraved in layers of waves.

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