"That's right, the head of my family won't die either!"
"My Dabao will not die!"
…
"I'm going to the beach to wait for him! Even if I wait until death, I will wait for him!"
"Yes! I want to go to the beach too!"
"Maybe they're back now!"
Hundreds of village women in the whole village rushed towards the seaside with clenched fists!
It was as if they were really blowing the horn and fishing and returning victoriously.
Seeing these familiar women rushing out with tense faces, the village chief's wife supported the third uncle with some worry: "This...will something happen to them like this?"
It's the beach. If you can't think about it, what will happen?
The village chief's head hurt, and he rubbed his eyebrows: "No one can stop them now, let them vent."
The village chief lost his loved ones in the blink of an eye. He was so heartbroken that he almost suffocated. He could completely understand what everyone was doing.
Everyone still holds a trace of luck in their hearts.
When I think about losing so many young adults, no one really knows what will happen to Zijing Island in the future.
Thinking of this, the head of the village chief's third uncle began to feel a dull pain again.
On the beach next to you.
The vast sea, at a glance, is full of blue.
On the sea, blue waves rippled, but there was not a trace of the boat.
Everyone stood on the beach at the seaside, waiting like wooden piles.
At the beginning, everyone's eyes were excited and eager, containing hope.
But as time passed, the expressions on everyone's faces became more and more desperate and sad.
I don’t know who was the first to whimper.
Followed by the second, third...
By the end, all the women and children present were crying.
One after another, they were all the miserable cries of women and children.
The roar of the tide carried their cries away with the rolling waves.
On the beach, there was a tragic cry of grief.
The first day, the second day...
Many people cried and fainted from grief.
At first, many people did not believe what Xu Da and Xu Er said, but as each day passed, their eyes were filled with despair.
Although I still don't believe it on the surface, I already believe this fact in my heart... I just can't accept it yet.
The entire Zijing Island was deeply shrouded in sadness and despair, as if the entire sky had collapsed.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
Zijang Island is entirely supported by young and middle-aged men, who make a living by fishing and defending their homeland. Now they are gone... How can these remaining women and children survive in the world?
"Aunt Tu, what are you doing!" Xu Da screamed.
"Uncle Tu is gone, how can I live alone? I can't live anymore anyway, so I might as well die!" Aunt Tu held a sharp knife in her hand and stabbed her heart fiercely!
Xu Da and Xu Er rushed forward, one on the left and the other on the right to support Aunt Tu!
If it weren't for the quick reaction of these two young people, Aunt Tu would no longer be alive.
Xu Er cried: "Aunt Tu! Don't do this! Uncle Tu, maybe Uncle Tu is not dead yet...maybe he has been rescued?"
"Are they really not dead? Did someone really save him? Are you telling the truth?" Aunt Tu was already in a sluggish state, muttering to herself.
It has been two days since the accident happened. During these two days, the women and children on the entire island were all in a state of despair and depression, and everyone's mind was blank.
"Maybe..." Xu Da could only murmur in a low voice.