The waves rolled, the tides surged, and the waves were blooming, and the surging tide kissed the coast over and over again.

It is endless, traversing thousands of miles, and the misty waves are vast and the ocean is vast.

I occasionally saw a fisherman, one oar, one oar and one fish boat, and waves were melting on the water. The fishing boat was filled with lively seafood.

It was already sunset, seabirds were hovering in the sky, and the fishing boat returned.

The afterglow of the sunset dyes the sky red, the sunset sets, the sea surface shimmers, and the sunset reflects the sky red, rendering the entire twilight seaside.

Boyu Village is a village composed of many fishermen, located at the northwest end of Centipede Island.

The northwest end has a harsh environment and sparse spiritual energy, and most of them are barren lands, so few monks come here.

People here have fished for generations and have a simple and simple life.

Every day, people come here to buy seafood and various seafood. Rumors are that they come from the other end of Centipede Island, but the fishermen here have never left here, and it is impossible to prove where these are from.

These fishermen have been here for generations, with their love for this land flowing in their bones, waiting here, living a life facing the sea, leaving terrifyingly, facing the unknown.

Therefore, few people will follow those people to leave this small village, allowing the vendors to brag about the outside in a colorful and exciting way, and few people will have the idea of ​​going out to make a breakthrough.

Bai Yuyan is a fishing fisherman in Boyu Village. He takes his seven or eight-year-old grandson to the sea to net fish every day.

Everyone in the village called him Old Man Bai, and everyone admired him for his ability to go out to sea to fish freely at the age of 70.

It is said that this old man Bai is very pitiful. It is rumored that he had three sons before, but he died one after another. They all went crazy for no reason and then disappeared.

Originally, he had three grandsons and one granddaughter, but there were all kinds of accidents, and then there was only one young grandson left.

His family seemed to be cursed by fate, and they were always sent to black people by white people, and those young children always left quietly.

Seeing his children leaving one after another, Old Man Bai must have suffered endless torture, his heart was cut off. But everyone in the village saw him and saw that his vicissitudes of face always had a smile. No matter how fate torture him, he seemed to have been facing difficulties.

Life always made him bruised, but later, those injured areas became his strongest places.

People are not born for failure. A person can be destroyed but cannot be defeated.

On this day, Old Man Bai took his little grandson and took his little grandson to go back in the afterglow of the sunset. He had already come out with his grandson to work hard and heard that the harvest was not satisfactory. He only had half a basket of miscellaneous fish, which could not be exchanged for a few dollars.

The old man was thin and haggard, with deep wrinkles on his neck and face. His hands often used ropes to pull big fish, leaving deep-carved scars. But none of these scars were new. They were as old as eroded places in a desert without fish.

His palms were pale and he looked completely out of fingerprints. This was due to the years of rowing and seawater erosion.

Under the afterglow of the sunset, he was covered with a layer of gold, his mouth was pursed, looking into the distance, through the boundless sea, he seemed to see Boyu Village and the white beach.

His eight-year-old grandson was squatting on the deck at this moment, teasing the lively fish, and burst into laughter from time to time.

This little guy has a terrible head and brain, his eyes are clear, and he looks very clever and cute.

At this time, Old Man Bai seemed tired and touched the wine gourd around his waist. At that time, an old gourd with an oily luster.

"Guru..."

Old Man Bai took off the gourd on his waist, raised his head and drank a big sip of strong wine, his face vaguely rose. Suddenly he pulled off his clothes and took off his hat, revealing his bronze skin. Although he was in his seventies, he could vaguely see obvious curves and explosive muscles, full of beauty.

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes.

Right and wrong, success and failure turn into nothing.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red for several times.

The white fishermen and woodcutters are on the river bank, and they are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine meets happily.

How many things happen in ancient and modern times are all laughing at.”

At this time, Old Man Bai suddenly opened his voice and shouted a word loudly, which revealed a noble sentiment and a free and optimistic attitude towards life.

"Grandpa, you are chanting this word again, I'm tired of listening to it." His little grandson suddenly stood up and said with a slight lip.

"Hahaha, good grandson, grandpa likes this word, it's well written." Old man Bai blushed, flapped the oars, and laughed loudly.

"We will be docked soon. Grandpa will work harder. You should be able to rush back before dark." Old man Bai seemed to know what his grandson was thinking.

The sunset rolls on the sea, and the afterglow spreads over the sea, with magnificent waves and magnificent beauty. A fishing boat slowly moves, as if swimming in a painting.

"Grandpa, look, where is there?"

After a long journey, the little stone standing at the bow of the ship suddenly started to mumble loudly.

"Where is there?" Old Man Bai's face tightened, he was drunk and ran to the bow of the boat in panic.

Following the small stone, Old Man Bai saw a figure floating on the sea. He was tall and wearing a blue shirt, and his clothes were torn, like a little beggar.

"That's a person. Could it be that the fisherman nearby fell into the water?" Old Man Bai's eyes flashed and he murmured in confusion.

"Let's lean over to see if this person is still alive." With a thought, Old Man Bai leaned directly towards the person floating on the sea.

"Little Shitou, you are waiting for grandpa on the boat. I'll go down to see the man." Old Man Bai threw the anchor down, reminded Xiao Shitou, took off his clothes and stood on the edge of the boat.

The sea breeze blows and the afterglow shines. At this moment, the old man doesn't look like a seventy-year-old man. He has an indescribable charm.

"thump…"

Old man Bai jumped and jumped directly into the sea. After years of wandering on the sea, his water quality had already reached a very profound level.

He stroked his hands and came to the man in an instant.

This is a boy in his twenties who looks a little pale, his facial features are angular and full of justice.

His chest was beating, falling down; Old Man Bai used his hand to stumble under the other person's nose, and he found that the other person was still breathing.

"Hey, still alive! There is still a rescue!"

Old Man Bai looked happy and dragged his blue shirt and swam back.

"Little Stone, this man is still breathing. He cleanses the fishing net and pulls him up..."
Chapter completed!