As the long rubbing brought my muscles back to life, I felt the numbing cold coming towards me again, while trying to move my feet. I asked him weakly and emotionlessly: "Can we leave?"
Here?"
"Of course, trust me."
"How to leave? The storm may be blowing them out of the harbor and into the Atlantic Ocean. We are going to hell." My voice became vicious, and I did it on purpose.
"Don't worry, it's high tide and the current is pulling us towards shore, which will bring us back to where we started. The position of the tide is nothing compared to a hurricane. But we're lucky.
, you are my lucky heart, my mother-in-law."
I nodded in the darkness: "How long will it take to get back to the starting point?" I said in a complaining tone. I felt like my feet were like the trunks of two big trees, and I was basically stripped off by those pictures.
Skin.
"I don't know either. We can only wait until you use all your courage, Maomao." At this time, a familiar smile appeared on Na Miantang's face.
Na Miantang has always been joking about everything without being serious at all. Even when facing death, he can still laugh and talk, just like chatting with the devil about everyday things.
I thought: God, I must have firm perseverance to move my legs that are about to lose consciousness, and drive away the fear in my heart with strong determination. My cat, Jiujiu, must survive!
"I don't need courage, I just need something to eat. When the boat capsizes, why don't you grab your food bag?"
"The food bag is under the bow of the boat. My dearest cat, your greed may save us. I have completely forgotten about it. I guess it is still there. I will go and get it now."
Na Miantang poured wine into my mouth, but it spilled over and the wine dripped down my neck.
"Drink some more."
"No."
"Drink."
I choked after taking a sip, and then started coughing, but I still put the bottle to my mouth. I took a big sip, and the heat immediately made my throat burn.
The wine injected a stream of rejuvenating warmth into my thighs, calves and feet, and I immediately felt my whole body warm up. I started to rock them back and forth, and the blood circulation was restored, which caused me severe pain, but I was very happy.
It's because I'm still alive, my whole body and mind are still alive!
Unfortunately, Na Miantang insisted that I could only drink a little. However, I knew he was right, but if I drank all the wine and lost the source of calories before returning to the mainland safely, the consequences would be disastrous, so I had to be cautious.
"Cat, come on, let's sing."
When he sang, I thought with disappointment, Bai Wei and Song Da would understand his words. Bai Wei loved to drag him and often discussed such stupid things, poetry, books, moonlight, and stars; Song Da also loved
We discussed with him important national events, such as student sports games and wars.
He is not afraid of the things that I am afraid of. He is not afraid of hunger, the northwest wind, or being kicked out of the orphanage. But the things he is afraid of, I have never understood and cannot imagine, because the old man is not afraid.
God, in this cruel world, besides being frozen and homeless, what else is terrible?
Later, we were singing high-pitched songs that echoed inside the wall, as if our bodies were frozen, but our vitality was dying down. Na Miantang put his arms around me tightly, hugged me tightly, and let me share his
body temperature.
While drinking less and less wine, we sang all our favorite songs. "How about singing that Jasmine song?" Na Miantang asked.
"We have sung this song twice. It must be Song Da's favorite song. I remember you were drunk once and sang this song while staggering on the street, squealing like a slaughtered pig.
"I begged for mercy.
"The operas we sing are sure to be great on stage. If you want to support us, come here and I'll sing something else."
I wanted to sing, but I didn’t have the energy to sing. “I forgot” I used this as an excuse to cover up my weakness. I was too tired! It would be great if I could rest my head on a warm shoulder, being held by him.
It will be very comfortable in my arms. My head drooped, my head felt dizzy, and I couldn't hold it any longer.
Na Miantang shook me hard. "Do you hear my voice? Mao Mao, I feel the direction of the water flow has changed. Really, we are far away and getting closer. You must hold on now, Mao Jiujiu."
! Show your courage and show me. Look up, Mao Jiujiu, this disaster is about to pass."
"so cold......"
His hand grasped my shoulder tightly, and I felt a little pain. He stopped, but he was still panting: "Mao Jiujiu! You damn coward. I should have taken care of you when you were in Shanghai."
I'll give you a good beating. People like you are not worth saving. I remember when you were beating others, your eyes were as hard as nails. Even though this kind of decisive confrontation will not arouse passion in men's hearts, it is not a way to deal with men.
, but it’s a way to deal with the sea.”
"I don't need you to teach me what to do."
"You still have Pony Six to take care of, so don't you care about their lives?"
"I can leave them alone - I hate them - I hate them so much -."
He leaned closer. For a while, my heart was pounding, thinking that he would hold me in his arms again soon. However, he did not do that, but patted me on the shoulder, as if comforting a child.
of talking.
"I know you are bored and tired, that's why you say such things. You have a burden on your shoulders that only three men can carry. From now on, they will be under my management, including you."
There is only one way for you to help me," I said dully, "that is to take me out of here and start over somewhere else together, looking for a new life. There is nothing left here that I can miss."
"No," he said calmly, "except for morality and faith, there is nothing. Everything will return to the way it was before. Show off your lion-like courage. You have never been afraid of facing reality. You have never been so escaping from reality.
Are you a coward who only yells at the door?"
At this time, my voice became urgent: "I am also tired of fighting and want to escape -" I said to him: "Na Miantang, you are wrong, I want to escape too, I am tired of all this."
"
He raised his eyebrows in disbelief, but put a warm and urgent hand on my shoulder.
"Listen to me," I started again, one sentence after another without pausing: "I tell you, I am bored with everything, really bored to death, and I can't stand it anymore. I do it for food, for food.
I have been working hard to make money, stealing, gambling, cheating, and robbing. I can handle it."
The hurried tone almost consumed all my strength.
"But now you are a coward."
I glared at him weakly, but I was too weak and didn't even have the strength to get angry. As I gradually lost consciousness, a little impression was slowly left, only a trace of anger was aroused in my chest, but this was enough
, I opened my eyes and raised my head to meet his faint anxiety.
"Take a deep breath," Na Miantang ordered, "we are going to dive."
After saying that, he stretched out his hands to cover my nose and mouth, hugged my slightly struggling body tightly and sank into the water. The two of them emerged from the water near a series of huge waves outside the boat.
"We're almost here, dear Maomao," Na Miantang gasped. He hooked his arm around my neck and I held his head with my hands. While he swam away from a wave skillfully, he took advantage of it.
The force of his impact carried us into the shallows.
It started to drizzle in the sky. Na Miantang hugged my limp body to his chest, curled up to protect me, and knelt by the foaming water. A huge wave was set off far behind me, rolling towards the shore.
As it came, it suddenly raised up high, and then the foamy white top fell to pieces with a crash, and rushed towards the shore. Its huge waves rolling forward hit the back of Miantang, and from the curved body
Whistling by.
After the waves gradually subsided, Miantang stood up tremblingly, hugged me tightly to his chest, and staggered towards the shore. His feet and legs were cut more than ten times by shell fragments.
place, but he didn't care at all. She stumbled across the deep and wet beach, came to the gap between a row of huge sand dunes, climbed up a short distance, walked into a bowl-shaped depression that could shelter from the wind, and then gently carried me
Place gently on soft sand.
He rubbed every part of my body with his hands, trying to revive my cold, pale skin, while he kept shouting my name. His voice almost became hoarse.
"Cat-cat--cat--cat nine-nine!"
I opened my eyes, and my messy hair was scattered on my head and shoulders. His black eyebrows and black eyes were like four shocking stripes, embedded in my pale and moist face. Mian Tang gently touched them with his fingers.
Hitting my cheek eagerly.
When I opened my eyes, Na Miantang couldn't help but let out a shout of victory.
It seemed that if he shook me like this again, my neck would snap. My eyes were covered by my hair, and I was confused by his behavior. I struggled to break free and stared at him intently.
Small beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his hands were spasming with pain, and he was looking at me with his keen eyes.
I half-clenched my fingers to grab the sand that had been hardened by the wind and rain, and said, "We've arrived." I choked up and started crying.
Na Miantang put an arm under my shoulder and held me into his crouching arms. He used the other hand to stroke my hair, cheeks, mouth, mouth and chin: "My lifeblood."
Son, my heart, I don’t want to lose you anymore. I thought I killed you. Cat, you finally survived. My dearest, everything has passed, it has passed. You are okay, everything is okay.