Concentricity

When the boat reached the middle of the river, Mo Jinyan took the pole away and let the current carry the boat forward, while he stood there, weeping silently.Mo Jinyan stood on the bow of the boat and cried for a long time, until he was hit by cold raindrops on his face, he raised his head, it turned out that it was raining, and he looked at the dense raindrops in the sky, only to find that the sky had begun to darken. There was water all around, and the boat didn't know where it was.

He stuck the pole in the bottom of the water, stopped the boat, and left like that. After Big Brother Yu came, he must be very disappointed if he couldn't find him.Thinking of this, I felt a little uneasy in my heart, should I go back and say goodbye, so that I can see him again.

Thinking this way in my heart, the boat has already turned around, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, it started to patter, and then it started to splash, this is the biggest rain this autumn, the raindrops are beating on the deck and the boat canopy, and the water drops It splashed all over, and the surroundings became quiet, except for the noise of the rain, not even the sound of the river flowing.

Mo Jinyan didn't care to put on the coir raincoat, and paddled the oar vigorously. His anxiety was getting bigger and bigger. If Brother Yu couldn't see him, would he wait for him in the rain?The rain is so heavy and the wind is so strong. If you get wet, you will catch a cold.After thinking about it, Brother Yu probably wouldn't come in such a heavy rain.But you still have to see it with your own eyes to rest assured.

The boat finally arrived at Gutian Wharf again, but because of the rain, it was getting late, and there was no place on the wharf where the boat could berthed.Mo Jinyan stood at the bow of the boat, building an awning with his hands, trying to see the scene on the pier clearly through the gaps between the boats and the vast rain curtain, hoping to find Yu Simian's figure, but he couldn't see anything except the vast expanse of white and gray arrive.

Mo Jinyan's tears flowed down again. At this moment, the jacket on his body was soaked, dripping with water. He didn't realize it, and said loudly in a crying voice: "Brother Yu, I'm sorry, goodbye!" The cold wind blew over, blowing his unmoored boat towards the center of the river, and the current was neither too fast nor too slow, slowly bringing the boat downstream again.

At the same time, on the wharf in Gutian County, a person held an oiled paper umbrella for Yu Simian who was full of anxiety: "My lord, please get on the sedan chair. The wind is violent and the rain is heavy. You have just recovered from a serious illness and cannot suffer from the cold anymore. The lower officials have sent someone to investigate Three times, there is no boat you are looking for at the dock, and most of the people you are looking for have already left."

Yu Simian clenched his fists, remained silent for a long time, and finally turned around and got on the official sedan chair that had been waiting for a long time.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger. After shivering three times in a row, Mo Jinyan finally came to his senses. He opened his mouth and sneezed three more times.He looked at himself, it was completely soaked.This rain was more serious than soaking in water. He thought of Yu Simian who couldn't help being furious every time he saw him dripping wet. He hurriedly got into the cabin to change clothes, and forced himself to cook for a while while shivering. ginger soup.But even so, he still fell ill. It would be strange if he didn't get sick after being exposed to the rain.

Mo Jinyan docked the boat in an unknown river bend, slept in the cabin, slept for a day and two nights, burned his mouth full of nonsense.On the way, he got up in a daze, poured cold water into the back cabin, and when he returned to the cabin, he touched the middle cabin where Yu Simian had slept. Mo Jinyan held the quilt that Yu Simian had covered, and smelled the familiar With the breath of nostalgia, he fell asleep again.

Probably because of this bed, on the third morning, he woke up with the rising dawn. Apart from body aches and hunger, he didn't feel any other discomfort, which is a miracle.

Although Mo Jinyan only lived to be 16 years old, it was his 16th birthday on the day he came back from Gutian and passed out, but he has been experiencing parting.Parents died early, and the person I love the most can only be a stranger.This made him experience loss all the time in his short life experience, as if he had never gained anything.

After he woke up, he felt that his life was very different from yesterday, but he couldn't quite tell what the difference was. It was as if the sun today was the same sun as yesterday, but the sun in today's life was still the same. , and yesterday's is not the same.

When thinking back to Yu Simian again, his heartache and sadness are still the same. The regretful farewell will probably accompany him for the rest of his life. He can almost predict that this is probably the last time they will meet in this life.It will be fine after a while, Mo Jinyan comforted himself.

With a kind of trance, he drifted on the river all day long. The boat going down was very fast and the effort was minimal. It took 20 days to go up and four or five days to go down.He went down Hengtan lightly, then down Qinglongtan, and when he reached the Minjiang River, he encountered the official ship that was going down last time.In fact, most boats look the same, but Mo Jinyan has a special ability to recognize boats. He can identify a boat from the shape of the boat, the color and texture of the board.This time, the load on the boat was much lighter, and there were half fewer sailors paddling the boat. With the momentum of the water, the boat quickly swept across the river like an arrow off the string, and disappeared from people's sight.

Mo Jinyan took the big boat as his goal, rowing his oars vigorously, trying to catch up with it.Hurry up and go home, life must go on.

Now, however, home is no longer home.The boat went fast downstream. Mo Jinyan originally planned to arrive home the next day, but when it was getting dark the previous day, he was only half a day away from home. He had been drifting on the boat for almost a month, and experienced a difficult parting. At this moment The longing for home has become extremely urgent. Although there is no family there, it is the place where I have lived for more than ten years, and it is a house that can provide warmth.So after dark, he didn't stop to rest, he decided to rush home overnight.In the middle of the night, I finally arrived at the door of the house.

This day is the fifth day of November, and the moon is just a crescent moon, hidden behind thick clouds, unable to bring any light to the world, and you can't see your fingers.Mo Jinyan lives in the dark all year round, and he has seen darker nights, so naturally he doesn't care about it.When he arrived at the river in front of his house, he habitually glanced at the surface of the river, but he was a little puzzled that he didn't see any fishing lights.He raised his head and looked in the direction of the village. The sight was remarkable. The direction of the village was glowing red. It was obvious that there was either a fire or someone set it on fire.

Mo Jinyan's heart skipped a beat, and he was [-]% or [-]% sure about the possibility of Japanese pirates coming.He quickly pulled the boat to the shore, and looked around the river, but he didn't find any pirate boats, maybe it wasn't Japanese pirates, he comforted himself.Then he took a short oar, jumped ashore, and ran to the village.

There was no one at the entrance of the village, the village was very quiet and quiet, there was no noise of firefighting at all, many houses were on fire, and Mo Jinyan could already conclude: the pirates are coming!No one seemed to resist, and no one came to rescue, maybe they were all hiding.He rushed to the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, picked up the bell and pestle, and rang the big bronze bell hanging on the branch with all his strength.The big bell made a heavy and long sound "嗡-嗡-" throughout the early winter night, and woke up the sleeping people nearby.

After Mo Jinyan rang the bell three times, he had already alerted the pirates who were looting the village.A few people carried Japanese swords in their hands and ran towards the entrance of the village screaming.When Mo Jinyan caught a glimpse of a figure, he naturally wouldn't confront him head-on. He was familiar with the surrounding environment and ran out of the village when he saw him.I went around in a circle and went up the back mountain, planning to go to the cellar to find Dr. Nie and Nie Yun.

Mo Jinyan held his breath, listened carefully for a while, and confirmed that there were no Japanese thieves nearby. He touched the cellar of his own house and carefully moved the firewood away. When he saw the state of the stone slab, his heart skipped a beat. It was snapped on from the outside, not from the inside, and it was clear that no one was in the cellar.Mo Jinyan removed the stone slab and called out twice in a low voice: "Nie Shiweng, sister Yun."

What answered him were a few little things that sprang out from inside. They were the weasels who had been living here.Mo Jinyan was in despair, Nie Shiweng and sister Yun didn't come to the cellar, so where are they?It can only be that they are still in the village, and the pirates are coming, why doesn't everyone know about it?

He had no choice but to put down his oars, took out a strong stick from the firewood pile, took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the village.With his waist down, he sneaked into the village quietly from the end of the village. He saw his house on fire at a glance, and the thatched house was on fire. His anger immediately filled his chest, but he had no time to go back. After checking what happened, he turned and walked towards Nie's house.

The house of Nie's family was not burned, but the yard was in a mess, and the smell of various medicinal herbs could be smelled from afar, and someone kicked things in the yard and crackled.Mo Jinyan bent his waist, and looked at the flames of his own house, poked his head in from the gate of the courtyard, heard the sound of ping-pong-pong from the courtyard, and heard Nie Shiweng's scream of "ah", Mo Jinyan Yan couldn't hold his breath anymore, he stood up abruptly and rushed over.

In the dim light of the fire, Mo Jinyan saw next to the medicine shelf in the yard, a short and stocky Japanese thief was pulling out a Japanese sword from the person on the ground, and was about to stab the person on the ground with force again, Mo Jinyan Glaring angrily, almost opening his eye sockets, he jumped up, clenched the wooden stick in his hands with both hands, and slammed the Japanese thief on the back of the head. The Japanese thief heard the wind behind him, turned around quickly, and blocked it with a knife. .

Mo Jinyan's wooden stick had already fallen, but it didn't hit the head, it only hit the back, with such force that the man threw himself forward.However, the Japanese thief had experienced many battles and was rich in experience. With a muffled snort, he propped up the Japanese sword on the ground, and instead of jumping down, he turned around and swung the sword at Mo Jinyan.

Mo Jinyan knew that he had to seize the opportunity, or he would die in the opponent's hands. He held his breath, recalling the basic boxing skills Yu Simian taught him along the way, kicked forward suddenly, and kicked the Japanese thief in the waist He swung a stick with all his strength and hit the man on the head without hesitation. The man let out a muffled grunt, spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, convulsed, and stopped moving.