This world is terrible

Chapter 360 "The Disease of the Sea" (revised in 1800)
It was only four o'clock, and the sun had disappeared without a trace.

The sky was covered by thick clouds, and under the large shadows, the original antique buildings in the port turned out to be inexplicably strange.

The shopkeeper communicated silently with the guests, raised the knife and dropped it, red blood mixed with fish scales dripped from the chopping board, was washed away by the water pipe with a "呲啦", and slowly flowed into the sewer.

Gao Yi walked on the old street, watching all kinds of fish swimming in the basin.

He cheered up and tried to hear the content related to "Ocean" from the daily communication of these people, but because he was in a busy city, it was getting late, and the noisy environment made him find nothing.

"What's hanging here?"

Allen stopped, pointed to the fish model hanging above the market, and asked curiously.

"It should be a fish lamp."

Lao Luo adjusted his glasses, and said popular science: "Actually, most coastal areas have similar cultures, but the most famous ones are folk dances such as intangible cultural heritage, similar to lion dances, and some villages have dozens of people. , as many as hundreds of people, each holding a lamp to act as a fish, performing together.”

Before the sound fell, the fish lights above had been lit up one after another, and under the dim light, they continued to extend forward.

"Look, that's Gyotaku."

On the way to the pier, Lao Luo continued to act as a guide. This time he introduced another distinctive local art form - Gyotaku.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the street, they could clearly see several people in the store who were applying paint to the fish.

When you're done, you only need to use rice paper to reproduce the colors, add some "details" that vary from person to person, and a gyotaku is complete.

"I remember when I was in kindergarten, it seemed to be doing something similar."

"and then?"

"Can't remember, but it's definitely not a good memory. You can imagine the smell of paint, fish, and newspaper ink. How wonderful it is to mix these smells together."

"By the way... that fish still seems to be struggling."

The fish lanterns in front stretched to the end, and a sea breeze full of fishy and salty smell came oncoming.

The four of them stood on a high place and looked around.

Under the gloomy sky, there are countless boats of different sizes rolling back and forth, resting quietly on the dark water surface, the rough-faced man packed his fishing nets, and suddenly stepped from the side of the boat to the shore, shaking his mouth of soot.

"It seems to be late."

Mr. Qian looked at the bosses who left the ship one by one, and muttered to himself: "It's only at this point that they went out of business. Do you want to go so soon?"

"Let's go back."

At this time, a human voice with a local accent came: "The wind and waves are not normal, if you go out again, something will happen!"

The four cast their gazes in the direction of the voice, only to realize that the person he was talking about was not themselves.

Ten meters away, on an undulating fishing boat, an old fisherman held a half-burned cigarette in his mouth, opened his mouth inadvertently, shook off half of the ash and fell into the sea.

In front of him were several tourists from the same family. The male host looked at the sky in disbelief, and argued, "Isn't this all right? I don't think it's a big deal from the weather forecast. How come you can't do it?" gone?"

"Jean Ang."

The old fisherman went ashore vigorously, fixed the rope on the pile, looked up at the cloudy sky, and threw the cigarette butt into the water: "Are you going to sail the boat or should I go? I said no, what else do you want?"

"Little baby, don't think that just a weather forecast can figure out your skills. There are many unexpected situations. Who will be responsible for you at that time? If I say no, it won't work. Go back!"

He shook his hand impatiently.

"You are really..."

A look of displeasure appeared on the face of the male host. They came all this way to taste the local specialties, but they never expected that they would take advantage of their happiness in this way and return disappointed.

"Can I add money?!"

"No, no, let's go."

"okay."

It was the hostess who said, "Let's go to eat somewhere else. If people don't want it, there is always someone's reason, right?"

On the other side, seeing the family get frustrated with their own eyes, the four of them also retreated from the bottom of their hearts. Mr. Qian looked at the others and hesitated, "How about... let's change places?"

"Let me try."

Gao Yi didn't give them a chance to speak, and he had already come to the old fisherman alone, watching him set up a small horse, and the oncoming sea breeze swept his white hair, which was less than an inch long.

"I said no."

The deep voice of the old fisherman said: "It was so loud just now, didn't you hear it?"

Looking at his thorny appearance, Gao Yi didn't feel much disgust in his heart.

He understands the powerlessness of the other party, the kind of nightmare that is close in front of him, but he is at a loss and bewildered, as if he is counting down for this fishing village that is not long on the economic expressway, waiting for an unknown bomb to detonate beside him, destroying the hard-won The entire industry and development.

Without talking about anything else, Gao Yi simply asked, "What do you think it will be like now?"

"?"

The old fisherman was directly stunned by this inexplicable question, he turned his head with a strange expression: "You mean those people just now?"

"Do not."

Gao Yi looked at the choppy sea: "It's the sea."

"The sea?"

After a while of hindsight, the old fisherman grinned, like a broken bellows: "Baby, I know how the sea is feeling? You should ask God, only day after day is facing the sea. Face."

The sky was completely dark, and the fishing lights on the pier were lit, but Gao Yi didn't ask any more questions.

He just looked at the sea silently for a while, then turned and prepared to leave.

At this time, the voice of the old fisherman suddenly sounded.

"It's not good."

Gao Yi stopped and looked at the uncertain face under his cigarette butt.

"Just because of the vastness and infinity, it will become the place of countless mistakes."

"Any account of old sesame seeds and rotten millet, as long as it is thrown into the sea, it seems to have nothing to do with people. What is the reason for this? Now the problem is coming, but we don't even understand why..."

In the voice that the two could hear clearly, Gao Yi came back, shook his head and said, "No, let's change the place."

"Forget it."

Mr. Qian seemed indifferent, shrugging his shoulders: "If there is more, his family is not too much, and his family is not too many. We are here to play, so let's have fun and go wherever is convenient. There is no need to get entangled in such trivial matters. Making this time meaningful is the essence of our journey.”

"You said what I said, right?"

"Yes, yes, I understand the applause."

Amidst a series of applause, a cigarette butt that had been submerged in the sea quietly swirled on the surface of the water, and was pushed by an unknown ocean current in a blink of an eye, gradually drifting further and further away.

　I have something to do today, I finished the previous chapter, and I will post the first chapter

　　
　
(End of this chapter)