Ping Niang was born in a small fishing village. This small fishing village has only a dozen households and is located on a small island. The villagers are self-sufficient and have nothing to do with the world.
When the weather is fine, let’s dry out our fishing nets. When the wind is calm, go fishing. The sun rises and sets, the clouds and sunshine wax and wane, and the days pass by like this bit by bit without any change.
Ping Niang is eight years old this year. I don’t know if it’s because she lives by the sea. She is basking in the sun every day. She is an eight-year-old girl, not tall, very thin, and the skin on her face is dark and dark.
If it weren't for the soft facial features and the clear and crisp girl's voice, there wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary among the boys.
Therefore, in the small fishing village, girls of the same age do not like to play with Ping Niang, and boys think that Ping Niang is a girl and are not willing to play with her.
Ping Niang's family also has a brother who is ten years older than her. Originally, there was a brother who was three years older than her. However, the small fishing village was poor and could not support him.
Girls are not strong enough to go fishing in the sea. Therefore, in small fishing villages, they do not pay much attention to female dolls. They only think that if they are given food to eat, they will not die of hunger. When they grow up, they can cook for the family, do laundry, and then get married. people.
This is the life of girls in a small fishing village. Nothing changes, no surprises. Ping Niang has an uneasy temperament. She always feels that although she is not as strong as boys, she can pick oysters, crack snails, and weave fishing nets, which are dense and strong.
Even if she can't fish, she's not useless. She's a little girl who can only cook and wash clothes. However, her own thoughts were too immature to fight against the secular rules that had been established for hundreds of years.
Ping Niang could only cook and wash clothes at home. The oysters and snails she brought back were only told by her father and brother that it was a waste of time. It would be better to wash two more clothes at home and sweep the floor twice more.
Only Ping Niang’s mother would hug her daughter and say with a smile,
"My daughter is so amazing." Ping Niang's sister-in-law looked at Ping Niang in silence forever, and then sighed.
Ping Niang was still young and had a spirit of not admitting defeat. She still ran to the beach every day, especially a small beach hidden behind the reef. No one came here, it was sheltered from the wind, quiet, and she could often pick up beautiful things. Conches and even crabs crawling sideways.
Here is Ping Niang's secret base. Today, after helping her mother wash the dishes, Ping Niang trotted towards her secret base, carrying a basket.
Today is her birthday, and it is also a rare time in the year for her. When she can eat thin noodles made of white flour, her mother will put an egg on her birthday noodles and put two green vegetables on it.
Ping Niang wanted to find the most beautiful conch for herself as a birthday gift. Humming the seaside tune of the fishing village, the thin voice echoed on the beach.
Behind the reef, a wave crashed against the reef, making a loud sound. Interrupted Ping Niang's singing.
As a sea boy who was born and raised by the sea, Ping Niang knows the sound of the waves very well.
There seems to be something wrong with this voice. Stepping on the strong and tight straw sandals woven from grass and vines, Ping Niang quickly climbed up the reef that was as high as two people. She easily crossed the crisscrossing reefs and landed on the soft golden beach. superior.
Here is a small beach hidden behind the rocks and under a sea cliff. At this moment, a young girl was lying quietly on the beach.
The girl faced the sky, her hands intertwined and resting on her abdomen. Her long black hair was spread freely, like thick seaweed, wrapping the girl.
The long black hair set off the girl's skin, which became whiter and more translucent, as white as the flowing clouds in the sky.
Ping Niang stared blankly at this girl who seemed to be just sleeping. She had such fair skin, which she had never seen in the small fishing village after eight years of living in Ping Niang. Even she was called Xuebei, an old fisherman. In the mouth, the snow shell was as white as snowflakes, but it was not as white as this girl's skin.
Moreover, Ping Niang couldn't help but touch her dry, yellow hair, and then looked at the girl's hair, which was like the deepest night. Just looking at it, she felt that the black hair was extremely soft.
Is this a fairy from the sky? Ping Niang's eyes were bright, and she suddenly saw a dark black string with a faint blue light tied around the girl's neck. Under the string was a silver-white scale, as small as the most delicate shell, with a faint glow. of silver light.
Looking down the scales again, I saw a beautiful blue dress that looked like the sky that had just been washed.
The clothes in the small fishing village are all made of coarse linen, and the colors are mostly brown, gray, and blue. There are no such bright and bright colors, and they also have a faint soft light. The collars and sleeves are even embroidered. With lifelike flowers.
It is the most beautiful dress that Ping Niang has ever seen, even more beautiful than the wedding dresses of her mother and sister-in-law.
"Hello, are you a fairy in the sky?" Ping Niang did not dare to approach this beautiful girl and asked cautiously, her voice lowered unconsciously.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths... The girl lying on her back never responded, not even moving her eyes.
Ping Niang was a little scared. Could this beautiful girl be not a fairy in the sky, but a fairy in the sea?
The old people in the village say that there are fairies in the sea who turn into beautiful girls and handsome men, and then deceive people, skin and bones, eat meat and drink blood, stew people like bone soup, and then He ate the meat and drank the soup.
Then this beautiful girl, by not answering her own words, is she lying to herself? And then you want to eat yourself?
Ping Niang was a little scared. No matter how brave she was, she was only an eight-year-old child. On Ping Niang's birthday, she originally wanted to pick up the most beautiful conch for herself, but unexpectedly, she found a beautiful girl who might be a fairy in the sky or a fairy in the sea.
After much hesitation, Ping Niang still didn't dare to approach, but turned around and ran away. Today is her birthday, and she has yet to eat thin noodles made of white flour, fried eggs that are browned and crispy, and hot green vegetables that are refreshing.
Today is her birthday. Ping Niang thought, if this is a fairy in the sea, even if she wants to eat her, it cannot be today, at least, it must be tomorrow.
So, she ran away. Behind the reef, there are waves gently hitting the reef. There were also two lowered voices.
"That little human doll didn't save anyone!" Qiyin's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
"Humph, I told you before, not all humans are good people." Ayao snorted coldly. Qiyin looked sad. Could it be that all human stories are lies?
