The sea breeze blew gently, and the waves washed over the beach. The water recedes, then continues to wash in, the tide ebbs and flows, over and over again, tirelessly.
The sea water is fierce, and sometimes a few fish that are unlucky will be picked up and left on the beach. They will often raise their tails and toss back and forth, jumping and jumping. The strong fish will jump into the waves, and they can also Returning to the sea again, however, most fish are not so lucky.
The bright sun is scorching.
Fish often don't survive long before they are sunburned to death. Today is a sunny day again, with no clouds in the sky and only a scorching sun.
The beach was scalding hot, and the high temperature made the air look a little distorted.
After the fish flapping a few times, it remained motionless, with only the fish's mouth slightly open and bubbles coming out.
I was lucky this time. Several big white fish were lying there quietly, with some shells from the bottom of the sea scattered around, but they were of no use.
A young man held a fish basket made of bamboo and excitedly picked up the fish one by one and put them into the basket. His house was on the dirt not far from the beach, so it was true that those who were near the water were the first to win.
It seems that there is no need to go to the sea today. The boy opened his mouth and made a vague hoarse sound, seemingly very happy.
The boy's name is Lin Mo, who is from the nearby Linjia Village. When his parents went fishing in the sea when he was young, he encountered huge waves and was unfortunately swallowed by the waves.
He has been deaf since he was a child and cannot hear other people's words, so he has not learned to speak yet. When he is happy, he will make some unpleasant hoarse sounds.
As a result, he had a bad relationship with other people in the village. Not only did they dislike him for not being able to speak, but he also felt that he was a scourge and had killed his parents.
Fortunately, when Lin Mo's parents built their house, they stayed away from the village and lived east of the sea for the convenience of fishing.
This made Lin Mo feel a lot cleaner and live alone.
With the skills my parents taught me since childhood, I can catch fish alone every day without starving myself to death.
Before I knew it, I picked up several big fish, which even the fish basket couldn't fit in.
Lin Mo saw a small red fish that was still alive, struggling and flapping its tail to jump back into the sea.
Unfortunately, it is too small and cannot jump very high. It is a miracle that it can survive on this hot beach until now.
Lin Mo walked up to it, held up the small red fish with one hand, put it on top of it with the other hand, and blocked the scorching sun with his hand.
In the cool shadow, the little red fish seemed to have recovered a little, opening its small mouth and spitting bubbles.
"Go, go home," Lin Mo said silently in his heart, stepped on the waves, bent down and put the little red fish back into the water. The receding waves rolled up the little red fish, and he swung the fish tail left and right to borrow. Swim into the sea against the waves.
Lin Mo wiped the sweat from the sun and was about to go home with a basket full of fish for a good meal.
Suddenly, Lin Mo, who had just turned around, felt an itching sensation on his right foot. He looked down and his eyes shone. It was a small turtle with an emerald green body. It rubbed its little head against the bare part of his right foot. , seeing Lin Mo lower his head, he opened his mouth towards him, as if asking for help.
Lin Mo couldn't hear the sound, so he could only guess what it meant by feeling, that it was asking for help from him.
Lin Mo squatted down, and the spray did not wet his waist. He stretched out his hands to pick up the little turtle. At this time, the sand on the left front foot of the little turtle moved, and there seemed to be something.
Lin Mo lifted the little turtle up, and a big bag of sand bulged out. The sand fell away like chaff, revealing a small sea clam. The sea clam bit the left front foot of the little turtle, oozing blood.
The little turtle looked very painful. When he saw Lin Mo, he was like a savior, constantly opening his mouth.
Lin Mo naturally understood what it meant. He walked a few steps to the beach. He held a small turtle in his right hand and scooped up some seawater with his left hand. He poured it on a small piece of beach. The sand was wetted by the seawater and was much cooler than before.
Lin Mo carefully placed the little turtle on the wet beach and used his body to block the harsh sun. The large shadow made the little turtle feel much more comfortable.
Lin Mo faced the little turtle, grabbed one side with both hands, and used all his strength to pry open a small gap. It was really tight.
Lin Mo kept exerting force, and veins appeared on his hands, and his face didn't look good. Huang Tian paid off, and soon, a small crack turned into a big one. The little turtle took out his left calf and shouted happily to Lin Mo.
Lin Mo was deaf, so he couldn't hear. He still used his hands to press something back and forth in the clam's mouth with his middle finger.
It turned out that he discovered that there was a half-exposed pearl in the small sea clam. He fiddled with it a few times, and the small pearl drilled inside. Lin Mo immediately turned the mouth of the small sea clam downward, and the small pearl rolled back again, and his fingers touched it. arrive.
Come out to me. Lin Mo used his fingers to pull out the little pearl. The little pearl bounced out due to the force and fell not far away from Lin Mo, making a small crater in the sand.
Lin Mo then withdrew his hand, and the little sea clam fell to the ground without any support, and suddenly hit the little turtle's shell. The little turtle opened its mouth and seemed to be in great pain.
Lin Mo embarrassedly picked up the little sea clam and made a hoarse sound, apologizing to the little turtle.
Without the little pearl, the little sea clam opened its mouth comfortably. Lin Mo had long heard that the pearl was made by the sea clam eating stones and grinding it into shape after a year. The process seemed very painful.
Now that Lin Mo had pulled it out, he felt extremely comfortable. It was like a thorn stuck in his body. When he finally pulled it out, the excruciating pain disappeared.
Lin Mo dragged the injured turtle with one hand and held the small sea clam at the same time. He used all his strength to throw the small sea clam hard. With a splash, there was a big wave.
The little turtle's feet were bleeding and he couldn't go into the sea. The bitter and salty sea water would make the injured wound more painful. Lin Mo had suffered such a loss before. A heartbreaking pain spread from the injured finger throughout his body. He didn't sleep well all night, or even for the next few days.
The sea water sank into Lin Mo's standing waist. After sending the little sea clam home, it was his turn to go home, but this time it seemed that there was an extra guest.
As Lin Mo walked towards the beach, he excitedly touched the little turtle's head, not noticing the little turtle's dissatisfaction at all.
What kind of expression did the little turtle have? He could only keep making sounds, but it was a pity that Lin Mo couldn't hear it.
Lin Mo happily dragged the little turtle with his left hand, touched the little head with his free right hand, and then touched the turtle shell that looked hard but was actually very soft. No wonder being hit by a small sea clam was so painful.
A pair of small eyes curiously scanned the surroundings, the hot beach, the dilapidated cabins, and the dense woods... everything was full of curiosity.
Lin Mo came to the fish basket, grabbed the rope with one hand, dragged the little turtle with his left hand, and dragged the fish basket towards the cabin with his right hand, leaving a deep drag mark on the beach.
The cabin is neither big nor small. There is an old wooden boat on the left side of the door. It is placed upside down with the bottom of the boat facing up. Lin Mo usually likes to lie on it.
This small wooden boat was the boat my parents took to go out to sea that day. Later, they were pulled back by kind people in the village. However, their parents’ bodies could not be found. They must have landed on the seabed there.
Lin Mo couldn't use it when he was young, so he had to leave it here. Later, when he grew up, he couldn't use it anymore. His own skills were enough. No matter how much fish he caught, it was meaningless to Lin Mo.
I can't understand what others are saying. Even if I make money, I'm afraid I won't be able to live in the city. Even speaking is a problem.
As for marrying a wife and having children, he never thought about it. If a deaf man married someone, wouldn't he be harming them?
Lin Mo held up the wooden door, dragged the fish basket into the house, put the little turtle on the table to the right of the door, and then dragged the fish basket to the right side of the table.
The little turtle stood on the wooden table and glanced around, taking in the whole room.
The entire cabin faces south. The wooden door is on the left side of the cabin, and on the right is a window. The window sill is made of wooden boards. Once it is closed, most of the light in the room will be lost. When the wooden door is closed again, it will be darker than at night.
Inside the house, on the left side of the door is the table with the little turtle on it. Above the table is an open window sill. Opposite the wooden door is a large wooden bed. It is not long but very wide. It seems to be able to accommodate three or four people. There is also a large cotton quilt on the bed.
Between the table and the big bed, there is a wooden platform facing west. It is very simple. On it are two old wooden signs. They are also simple. They don't even have a base and can only be placed diagonally on the wooden platform. , there is a wooden block placed in front of the wooden sign, with three small holes on it, and two or three wooden sticks stuck in it, as if trying to draw a gourd or a cat, without even a flame.
However, the little turtle stared at the two wooden signs. The handwriting on them was elegant and elegant, and they were still made of ink, which seemed to be incompatible with this simple wooden house.
Lin Mo pulled out a small box from under the table. The things inside were very messy. He quickly found a delicate bottle with a milky white body and blue patterns. There was a piece of paper on it with a few words written on it. ——Trauma medicine.
It seemed that it had been there for a while, and there was dust on it. Lin Mo wiped it with his wide sleeve and blew on it.
The little turtle retracted its little head as if in disgust, and its four little feet were tightly retracted into the turtle shell.
Lin Mo was not in a hurry. He pressed his face against his left hand on the table. His right hand was playing with the little turtle excitedly. He stretched out a finger and put it on the shell of the little turtle. He then swayed it left and right, then forward again after a while. Before and after, the little turtle felt like his head was being shaken dizzy. Finally, he reluctantly stretched out his left front foot, while the rest of the turtle was still huddled in the shell, like a child venting its anger.
Lin Mo pulled out the cork of the bottle, and a faint medicinal fragrance filled the air. There was also a strong herbal smell inside, which showed good medicinal effects.
He poured out some ointment and applied it on the left front leg of the little turtle with his fingers. A deep wound was left on the left calf. If you look closely, you can see a streak of white. No wonder the little turtle asked him for help.
It would be different no matter who you change.
