probably not possible

Chengyun City at the end of March has entered spring, and many cherry blossoms are blooming on the road.

But the sea is still freezing cold.

No one thought that Mao Taijiu would jump into the sea and flee for his life. The seawater is so cold that it can be fatal in this season. Ordinary people can't stand it for more than an hour.

But Mao Taijiu had no choice, he was desperate.

Chengyun Port is such a big place, with a bunch of gangsters and a bunch of policemen, the way of life on land has been completely blocked.

There may be a glimmer of life at sea. He has a 70% chance of freezing to death or drowning in the sea, but there is still a 30% chance of escaping.

Mao Taijiu's swimming skills are very good, and his perennial sports and natural physical characteristics make his physical strength far superior to ordinary people. In addition, he is very familiar with the geography of Chengyun Port.

Chengyun Yuntong Group started with the bus business, and later set foot in many fields, and marine passenger transportation is also a part of its business.When Mao Taijiu first came back from abroad, the first company he settled in was Express Navigation, and he had interns in both the passenger transportation department and the freight transportation department.At that time, he used to cruise around the nearby waters in a speedboat many times, sometimes because of work, sometimes just out to relax.

Chengyun Port is in the southwest corner of Chengyun City, the cargo terminal is in the southeast of the passenger terminal, and then to the east are reef belts, shoals, bathing beaches and many small fishing villages.

After jumping into the water, Mao Taijiu kept swimming towards the reef belt, planning to go ashore at the shoal in the Ukyo-ri area.

But the sea water was colder than he expected, and his physical strength was exhausted faster than expected.

When it was just getting dark, Mao Taijiu couldn't swim anymore. He had just swam to the eastern part of the reef belt, which was still a long way from the shallows.

He had to go ashore as soon as possible. After it was completely dark, the temperature of the sea water would be even lower. He would only be frozen to death in the water.

From a distance, Mao Taijiu saw a warm light on a certain reef, and if there is light, there are people, indicating that it is possible to land there.

After swimming nearby, Mao Taijiu discovered that the light came from a very old small motor boat. His survival instinct prompted him to grab the rope hanging from the side of the boat and climb onto the deck.

It was only cold in the sea. After getting on the deck, the wet Mao Taijiu was blown by the damp and cold sea breeze in the evening. He immediately felt dizzy and his feet floated. After taking two steps, he fell down with a plop.

A rough voice asked in the cabin: "Who is outside?"

Mao Taijiu knelt on the deck, trembling all over, gasping for breath, he tried to open his eyes wide, but couldn't see anything clearly, the sea water dripped from his hair and clothes onto the deck.

The low temperature of the seawater not only paralyzed his limbs, but also made his brain useless. It was only then that Mao Taijiu thought that he might be recognized.

But at this moment, he could no longer control his body. He exhausted his last bit of strength to get on the boat, and after struggling twice, Mao Taijiu fell headfirst on the boat and completely fell into a coma.

Cold, very cold, so cold that the soul is out of the body.

At a certain moment, I can't even feel the cold, I just feel that the world I live in has become very smooth and slow.

Mao Taijiu thought in a daze, is this the feeling of death?

Is life painful or boring?What is the meaning of life?Who should decide whether to dominate others or be dominated by others?

He suddenly saw his mother, who smiled and said to him, "Taijiu, come to me."

Then there's the father, Mao Jifan, who angrily tells his mother, "Don't make my son weak."

Mao Jifan grabbed his collar and shouted: "Taijiu, wake me up!"

Mao Taijiu opened his eyes, and saw a big rough face in front of him.

The big-faced man opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said with surprise in his tone, "He's awake!"

Then Mao Taijiu felt a pair of, no, many rough hands rubbing and patting him.

Mao Taijiu was very angry, and wanted to scold these ugly and lowly people for taking their dirty hands away, but his throat was sore, as if a hot coal ball had been stuffed into his throat, he opened his mouth desperately, and only uttered a few hoarse moans. Breaking sound.

His body and cheeks were constantly slapped and rubbed. His cold and stiff body became soft and warm little by little. The blood flow continued to accelerate, and his fingers and toes began to feel itchy and needle-like pricks. pain.

Someone helped him up, pinched his chin and said, "Open your mouth."

Mao Taijiu opened his mouth instinctively, and the hot and bitter liquid was poured into his mouth, flowed through his swollen throat, and entered his stomach, bringing warmth.

The slapping and rubbing of his body continued, and Mao Taijiu's anger finally disappeared as his body continued to warm up. He let out a long breath and fell into a lethargic sleep.

When Mao Taijiu woke up again, it was already dawn.

He heard someone talking.

"Has the repair ship not come yet?"

"almost."

Mao Taijiu opened his eyes, he was sleeping on a bed, his whole body was full of pain, as if he had been run over several times by a truck weighing several tons, but he was still alive!

Someone came to help him up, stuffed a pillow behind his back, made him sit up against the pillow, and touched his forehead again: "The fever has subsided."

Another person came over with a bowl of porridge, motioned for Mao Taijiu to open his mouth, and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

After eating a bowl of hot porridge, Mao Taijiu finally regained his energy.

There were three men in the cabin, all wearing blue smocks with the words "Port Office" printed on them, and badges pinned to their clothes with their names written on them.

Mao Taijiu glanced at the words "cleaning team" on the badge, and suddenly realized that he had climbed onto a garbage boat last night.

Just like there are cleaners on the streets of the city, there are also cleaners on the sea in the port, driving around to salvage the floating garbage on the sea.This position does not require high skills and low wages. It cannot recruit young, healthy and educated people. Most of them are filled by disabled seamen or elderly fishermen.

The three men in front of him also have distinctive features, a man with a big face is missing three fingers on his left hand, a long and thin man is a one-eyed man, and only an old man with gray hair looks complete.

The gray-haired old man said, "Where does your body hurt? Can you move your hands and feet?"

Mao Taijiu raised his hands and feet as he said, and he could move his hands and feet without any other discomfort except pain.

"Boy, you are really lucky. If you hadn't met us, you would have died in the sea last night." The big-faced man said with a smile.

It was these people who saved him, these disabled, ugly, vulgar, lowly people, people who he had never seen in his eyes saved him.

Mao Taijiu knew that he should express his gratitude, which is normal, but the word "thank you" was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it.

"Don't tease him, he's still a fool." It was the gray-haired old man who rescued him, and he was the one who patiently fed Mao Taijiu the porridge just now.

"Hahaha." The other two men laughed, "Understood, Captain Nan."

Mao Taijiu glanced at the gray-haired old man's badge.Name "Nam Jae-min"; job title "Captain".

Nan Zaimin brought him a stack of clothes: "Your original clothes were scratched by the rocks and you can't wear them. Wear mine. You can only wear my clothes." Nan Zaimin is tall, The other two men were a head shorter than him.

Only then did Mao Taijiu realize that his body was naked under the quilt, so he reached out to take the clothes.

He is 1 times unwilling to wear other people's old clothes, but compared to being naked in front of these people, the choice of wearing old clothes becomes less unacceptable.

He said hoarsely to Nam Jaemin, "Thank you." This was the first time he tried to speak since he escaped, but his vocal cords seemed to be swollen again, and the sound he made was breathy.

Nan Zaimin stopped him with a smile: "It's better not to talk, you'd better not talk these days, or your voice will be useless."

Mao Taijiu nodded, because the old man's thoughtfulness made him feel better.

Then he realized that these people did not recognize him.

If they recognized him as the notorious Mao Taijiu, would they just throw him back into the sea?It is absolutely impossible to save him with effort, let alone be so kind to him.

Why?Mao Taijiu touched his face. He hadn't shaved for about ten days. The beard should change his appearance to some extent, but has the change been so great that he is completely different from before?

The sound of motor boats approaching rumbled outside.

The one-eyed thin man said: "The maintenance ship is here." He and the big-faced man opened the hatch and ran outside to meet the maintenance ship. Their ship was moored in this area yesterday to pick up garbage. He stayed here overnight, which happened to save Mao Taijiu.

Nam Jae-min also stood up and left. Before going out, he told Mao Taijiu: "If you can get up, you can move around in the cabin. You are mainly frostbitten. The other injuries are not serious. If you move more, you will get better sooner."

He was the only one in the cabin, Mao Taijiu let out a breath, and put on his clothes shaking his hands.

When he was getting dressed, he found that there were many scratches on his hands, forearms, feet and calves, none of which were particularly serious, but because the wounds had been soaked in seawater, they were red and swollen and looked very ugly.His left shoulder hurt more than other places. He had been punched by the Japanese before. His failure to swim to the planned location had a lot to do with his left shoulder injury.

Mao Taijiu endured the pain and got out of bed, walking slowly in the cabin.

A cracked mirror was fixed on the bulkhead. When passing by, Mao Taijiu saw his face from the mirror and gasped.

The hair grew very long, covering his forehead, ears, and part of his eyebrows, and the beard grew quite thick, covering the lower half of his face, making the lines of his lips and chin blurred. Sick and swollen eyelids, thin cheeks.How can there be a trace of elegance and brilliance belonging to President Mao in that down-and-out and sloppy appearance?

Mao Taijiu looked at the bearded man in the mirror in disbelief, trying to pull the ugly man out of the mirror and throw him into the sea.

The windlass was quickly repaired, and the junk ship cruised on the sea after lifting anchor.

Mao Taijiu walked around in the cabin, constantly moving his body, and from time to time glanced at the three men working outside through the glass window.

Nan Zaimin sailed the boat, and the other two used trawl nets or long-handled hook fences to collect floating objects on the sea surface, such as broken fishing nets, plastic bottles, and foam boxes.

The three men are not young anymore. They have been at sea all year round, and they are all tanned like charcoal. They have incomplete bodies and low social status, but these don't seem to affect them. Seems very happy.

In his past career, Mao Taijiu has always been aloof, and he has never had close contact with people of this class.There are many servants in the Mao family's mansion. When they see Mao Taijiu, they always look humble and flattering, docile and obedient.All people are carved out of the same mold, poor, superficial, afraid of authority, and obey authority.

He never felt that these people were the same as him, they were only alive because they were born, they were as small as ants, as humble as dust.

Now...it seems to be the same, he still doesn't like these people, but he seems to be a little curious about these people, and feels that the gap between them and himself is not as big as he used to think.