The waves are rolling, the tide is surging, the waves are blooming, and the surging tide is kissing the shore over and over again.

As far as the eye can see, thousands of miles longitudinal and horizontal, the smoke and waves are vast, and the ocean is full.

Occasionally, fishermen, a boat with a boat, turning waves on the surface of the water, and the fishing boat is full of lively seafood.

It's sunset, seabirds are hovering in the sky, and fishing boats are returning.

The afterglow of the setting sun stains the sky red, and the sea is sparkling as the sun sets, and the sunset reflects the sky red, rendering the entire twilight seaside.

Poyu Village is a village of fishermen located at the northwestern tip of Centipede Island.

The environment in the northwest is harsh, the aura is sparse, and most of it is barren, so there are few monks here.

The people here have been fishing for generations, and the people are simple.

Every day, people come here to buy seafood, as well as all kinds of seafood, and it is rumored that they come from the other side of Centipede Island, but the fishermen here have never left here, and there is no way to prove that these are from there.

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 in terror and facing the unknown.

Therefore, very few people will follow those people out of this small village, and let those peddlers boast about the outside in a colorful and wonderful way, and very few people have the idea of going out and breaking in.

Bai Yuyan is a plop fisherman in Boyu Village, and he takes his seven or eight-year-old grandson out to sea every day to net fish.

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

It is rumored that he had three sons before, but they died one after another, all of them went crazy inexplicably, and then disappeared.

Originally, he had three grandchildren and a granddaughter, but there were all kinds of accidents, and then only one grandson remained.

His family seems to have been cursed by fate, it is always the white-haired people who send the black-haired people, and those young children always leave quietly.

Watching his children leave one after another, Old Man Bai must have been suffering from endless torture, and his heart was like a knife, but when everyone in the village saw him and found that his face was always smiling, no matter how fate tortured him, he seemed to have been facing difficulties.

Life has always bruised his body, but in the end, those wounded places have become his strongest places.

Man is not born to fail, a man can be destroyed, but not defeated.

On this day, the old man Bai took his little grandson, in the afterglow of the sunset, the swaying oars gradually went back, he had already come out with his grandson to work and listened, the harvest was not satisfactory, only half a basket of miscellaneous fish, not in exchange for a few dollars.

The old man was emaciated and emaciated, with some deep wrinkles on his neck and face, and ravines and ravines. His hands often used ropes to pull large fish, leaving deep scars. But none of these scars are new. They are as old as eroded places in deserts where there are no fish to hunt.

His palms were pale and looked completely devoid of fingerprints, due to the perennial rocking and erosion of the sea.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, his whole body was plated with a layer of gold, his mouth pursed, looking into the distance, through the boundless sea, he seemed to see Boyu Village, saw the white sand.

His eight-year-old grandson was now squatting on the deck, teasing the fish that were jumping around, and from time to time he let out a burst of cheerful laughter.

This little guy looks like a tiger, his eyes are clear, and he looks very clever and cute.

At this time, the old man Bai seemed to be tired, and touched the wine gourd on his waist, an old gourd with an oily luster at that time.

"Gollum ......"

The old man Bai untied the gourd around his waist, raised his head and drank a large sip of spirits, his face rose faintly, and suddenly he ripped off his clothes, took off his hat, revealing his bronzed skin, although he was already in his prime, he could faintly see obvious curves on his body, exploding muscles, full of beauty.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes.

Success or failure turns empty.

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

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.

How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

At this time, the old man suddenly opened his throat and shouted out a poem, which revealed a noble feeling and a free and optimistic attitude towards the world.

"Grandpa, I'm tired of hearing this poem when you're reading it again. His little grandson suddenly stood up, pouted and said.

"Hahaha, good grandson, grandpa likes this word, it is well written. The old man blushed, shook the oar, and laughed loudly.

"We'll be on the shore soon, grandpa should be able to get back before dark. Old man Bai seemed to know what his grandson was thinking.

The setting sun rolls on the surface of the sea, and the afterglow spills over the sea, the waves are magnificent and beautiful, and a fishing boat moves slowly, as if swimming in the middle of a painting.

"Grandpa, look, where is there?"

After a long voyage, the little stone standing in the bow of the ship suddenly muttered loudly.

"Where is something?" The old man's face tightened, and he ran to the bow of the boat in a panic.

Following the point of the small stone, the old man saw a figure floating on the sea, this person was tall and dressed in a green shirt, his clothes were in tatters, like a little beggar.

"That's a person, could it be a nearby fisherman falling into the water?" Old Man Bai's eyes flashed, and he muttered with some confusion.

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

"Little stone, you wait for grandpa on the boat, I'll go down and see the man. The old man threw down the anchor, said a word to the little stone, and took off his clothes and stood on the edge of the boat.

The sea breeze is blowing, the afterglow is shining, and at this moment this old man does not look like a seventy-year-old man, he has an indescribable charm in him.

"Plop..."

Old Man Bai jumped and jumped directly into the seawater, after many years of drifting at sea, his water nature had already reached a very high level.

With a stroke of his hands, he came to the man's side.

This is a young man who looks in his twenties, his face is a little pale, his facial features are angular, and he is full of a sense of justice.

His chest was throbbing, and he fell together, and the old man Bai probed his hand under the other's nose and found that the other party was still breathing.

"Hey, he's still alive!

The old man Bai's face was happy, and he dragged the green shirt and swam back.

"Little stone, this man still breathes, clean man comes down with a fishing net, pull him up..."

After some tossing, Old Man Bai and Shi Zi finally dragged the man to the boat.