Sparkling

He took out his mobile phone to check the time of the ferry. The first ferry was at 10:30 in the morning, half an hour before now.

It's quite the right time. If you hurry up, you can catch up, but if you slow down, you can't catch up. It's a disturbing time.

Like a machine powered on suddenly, he forcibly lifted his spirits, and was about to rush to the side of the road to hail a taxi.As soon as he took a step, he stopped.

He has forgotten that in this city, there is a more convenient, faster and easier to find means of transportation than taxis.He turned around and walked quickly back to the station entrance, where there were indeed several motorcycles parked in twos and threes.The tanned local driver sat leisurely on it and waited for passengers, with cigarettes in his ears, and there were still cigarette shells gathered on the ground.

He picked one at random, told the location, and the other party handed him a helmet, put it on and got on the bike. Not much to say, the motorcycle started to speed in an instant.

He said he was in a hurry, so the motorcycle driver drove very fast.The roaring sound of the motorcycle exploded in my ears, following me all the way.The wind bulged his coat and threw it behind him profusely. His chest was filled with the sea breeze, but he didn't feel cold.

The motorcycle speeded all the way on the old road, as if entering the land of no one, and smoothly overtook the moving car.Speeding all the way, turning from the avenue to the side alley, weaving through the narrow streets.Even so, it didn't slow down at all, it made Ye Lin dizzy, and finally stopped at the entrance of a vegetable market with a lot of sewage.

When Ye Lin took off his helmet from the car and stepped on the ground, he felt that the world was spinning before his eyes, and the roar all the way shook his ears a little.

The driver did not take off his helmet, but still straddled the motorcycle.He saw the driver stretch out his dark palm towards him, and said something in his mouth, but he couldn't hear clearly.

He patted his ears and asked loudly like an idiot, "What—?"

Fortunately, the vegetable market was already noisy, no matter how loud he was, he was drowned in the noise, making him look less like a fool.

"Twenty! Twenty! Can't you hear me?"

The driver's voice gradually became clearer and entered his ears.

"It's so expensive!" Ye Lin complained,

"It's not expensive anymore! You said hurry up, I've already run a red light!"

Ye Lin knew that he was talking nonsense, even if the motorcycle ran a red light in this place, no one would take care of it, these drivers would not care about the red light in the first place.

he looked around,

"Where is this place? Not a port!"

The surroundings were too noisy, Ye Lin had to talk to him at the top of his voice, and the other party came back at the top of his voice,

"Just go through the vegetable market! This is a shortcut, I won't lie to you!"

Ye Lin was skeptical, he had been to this small port several times, but he never knew there was such a shortcut.

"Hurry up! Give me the money!" The driver spread his hands in front of his eyes, asking for money very rudely.

Ye Lin glanced at the time, it was 10 minutes before 30:10.He was not good at bargaining and negotiating, and he didn't dare to waste any more time, so he handed over the money in full.

The driver folded the ticket neatly, stuffed it into the shirt pocket on his chest, whistled and started the motorcycle rumblingly again, turned like the wind around the corner of the alley where half of the wall had collapsed, and disappeared.

Ye Lin was left speechless as he looked at the aunt who was setting up a stall next to her.

The vegetable market is inside the door, but the stalls seem to be overflowing, and they are placed outside the door.One by one, the vendors marked out their sites, displayed their wares, and sat leisurely, waving their fly swatters, waiting for customers to come to their door.

The place where Ye Lin got off was next to an aunt who sold seafood.At that time, she was crossing her legs, with her hands folded on her knees, with a fly swatter on her fingertips, staring at Ye Lin curiously.

Aunt's small bench was so low that Ye Lin almost thought she was sitting on the ground.There are sacks full of mud and sand next to them.The mouth of the bag was open, inside were small sardines densely piled up layer by layer, next to it was wrapped squid, and next to it was razor clams. Several bags were spread out to surround Big Mom in the middle.And the aunt raised her face, her dark skin was exposed to the wind and rain all year round, and there was a trace of bright curiosity on her face full of vicissitudes, and she looked at Ye Lin calmly from bottom to top.

"Young man, are you here to play?"

Ye Lin was pierced by the aunt's undisguised probing eyes, coughing twice,

"No..not. I'm local."

The aunt shrank her neck back when she heard the words, "I can't tell, the locals don't know where the port is?"

Ye Lin argued,

"I know, but I didn't know there was another way."

The aunt pointed her hand behind, "Here, just pass through and you will be there. It's very close."

Ye Lin looked in that direction, except for the stacks of vendors, there was no trace of the port.But aunt's words reassured him, he nodded,

"Okay, thank you."

"No thanks." The aunt looked at him slyly, "But, you don't look like a local."

"I've been away from home for many years, it's a bit different."

The aunt wanted to grab him and chat again, but he stopped in time and hurried towards the depths of the market.

In the market, it is really impossible to run.

Most of the vendors are like that aunt. They either use pots or sacks to hold seafood, spread them out on the ground, and sell everything. If you look at the ground, you can see that a hundred flowers are blooming, and there are also various kinds of sewage and garbage on the ground.If you walk fast, your feet will be slipped by fish scales, or you will kick an oyster shell, or you will step into the smelly sewage and splash your feet.

There are many merchants selling seafood in this market, and the fishy smell of seafood is already very strong at the door, and once you enter, you can feel it on your nose.

Ye Lin also grew up smelling the fishy smell of the sea since she was a child, but she hasn't smelled it for many years.Being in this market, I was suddenly enveloped by the long-lost taste.

Ye Lin worried about the precarious time and was anxious, but had to slow down.After finally getting out of the noisy vegetable market, before I could catch my breath, I looked up and saw the big port brand in front of me.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. The boat was leaving in 5 minutes.He didn't dare to dawdle, his throat was already terribly thirsty, so he took a deep breath and ran towards the ticket office.

Fortunately, small places are not so particular about time. At 10:30, the car to board the boat started to move slowly. By the time people could board the boat, another 10 minutes had passed.

Now is not the tourist season, and there are very few people going to Xiaoshan Island.The small ferry on the third floor, except for the trolleys on the bottom floor, most people stay in the cabins on the second floor, and there are only a few people scattered on the small observation deck on the third floor.

Ye Lin was leaning on the handrail of the stairs. The stairs were wet and slippery due to the surging waves, so he walked cautiously.

After going up to the third floor, I found a seat to sit down and watch the sea.

He hadn't seen the sea for many years, and suddenly he saw it again, which felt like a dream.

At least at this time yesterday, I, who was disheartened by the ensuing disappointment, would never have thought that the next day I would be sitting on the ferry to Xiaoshan Island, and in front of me was the sea that I hadn't seen for a long time.

The weather is fine today, the sun is overflowing, shining on the turbulent sea, shimmering, flickering, rising and falling, accompanied by the sound of the waves.

He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sound of the waves.Come and go, far away and very near.

Even when he got off the boat an hour later, he still raised his head and looked around in a daze, not knowing where he was going, but listening to the waves at the moment, he was not worried at all.