"Why are you crying if Ah Jian's body hasn't been found?"

Lin Atai spoke calmly, but her voice was sharp.

The people gathered around Aunt Huang's house were all stunned.

Lin Ziyan stopped in her tracks as soon as she stepped inside and heard her grandmother's voice.

Yes, of all the people on the boat, only Aunt Huang's eldest son was missing.

The old man sitting on the stone stool was the first to move; he turned and left.

Everyone shares the same ancestral hall, and when someone in a family has an emergency, they all gather together to discuss solutions.

Aunt Huang wiped away her tears. "Grandma, do you mean Ah Jian is still alive?"

The room was completely silent; everyone was waiting for Lin Atai to speak.

The aunties at the front of the group stared intently at the old lady.

Lin Ziyan broke out in a cold sweat. At this moment, a single word from her grandmother could have a significant impact.

If Aunt Huang's eldest son comes back, that's fine; if he doesn't, then it's hard to say.

"I won't die." Lin Atai put his hands behind his back, turned around and left.

Everyone, "..."

Lin Ziyan swallowed hard and quickly followed her grandmother.

She wanted to ask her grandmother if she could see anything.

I didn't believe in metaphysics before, but since she was reborn in this era, what else is there that I can't believe in?

"Bang!" The door slammed shut.

Lin Ziyan stopped in her tracks, touched the tip of her nose, and looked up at the wall. The crying had stopped.

Jiaojiao fell asleep leaning on the chubby girl's shoulder. At that moment, her wisps of hair were stuck to her face, and she was covered in sweat, with her clothes completely soaked on the back.

"I'll carry her back to her room. You go home and check on things first." Lin Ziyan took Jiaojiao from her, her arms sinking as she held her third sister securely.

The chubby girl nodded; she was going to inquire and find out exactly what had happened at the port.

…

night.

When Aunt Chen returned home from the ice-making workshop, the meal was already prepared.

She walked quickly inside and saw Uncle Chen bring the dishes to the table, his expression unreadable.

She overheard a bit about what happened at Aunt Huang's house, but didn't have time to find out the details.

At that time, the driver from the county town who came to get ice happened to arrive at the village entrance, and they asked for help to move the ice blocks onto the truck.

This time the quantity needed was quite large, so Aunt Chen dared not be careless.

"You're back? Come and eat. Fatty went to Ayan's house. Er Gouzi took a bowl of rice and disappeared."

Uncle Chen put down a bowl of rice before pulling up a rattan chair and sitting down.

Tonight's dinner had a bit of meat in it, so it was somewhat presentable.

In the past, Aunt Chen sold fish, but she couldn't bear to eat the fish herself.

After all, we spent money to buy the fish, and we couldn't bear to eat it. Now that we're not selling fish anymore, we can at least have fried fish to eat.

"Honey, what's going on with Ah Jian from Aunt Huang's family? I heard they haven't found him?"

Aunt Chen asked a question and hurriedly shoveled a mouthful of rice porridge into her mouth.

Uncle Chen poured himself a glass of wine before saying slowly, "I couldn't find A-Jian."

"The boats have all capsized, but Ah Jian from Aunt Huang's family is missing."

"The police didn't say anything; they just told the family to find out what happened."

"In the neighboring Haitang Village, twenty-two people died. Captain Wei Zhen was found in the cockpit; his head was completely..."

Uncle Chen paused, didn't continue speaking, picked up a glass of baijiu and drank it down.

In this small fishing village, which household doesn't have men hiding in the sea?

But this was the first time that after everyone was shot, the ship still managed to drift back on its own.

They say it floated back, but who knows what happened?

Everyone's talking about it now, saying all sorts of things.

Aunt Chen's heart skipped a beat when she heard this.

A large part of the reason she agreed to invest in a shrimp farm was because she was afraid her child's father would go fishing in the ocean.

"The ancestral hall in Haitang Village is now crowded with people, all waiting to perform the ritual."

"Logically, people who die outside should not be allowed to enter the ancestral hall, but the clan chief said that they should all have their rituals performed in the ancestral hall."

Uncle Chen sighed. This incident was too sudden and too terrible.

Fishing in the ocean is a near-death experience; if there were any other way out, who would take such a risk?

"Well, rules are rules, but people are flexible."

"Since the bodies have drifted back to the port, it must be fate that allows them to return to their homeland." Aunt Chen's nose tingled as she thought of her brother who was hiding in the sea.

Now, every year, her family can only bring offerings to the beach to worship.

Uncle Chen drank his wine, his eyes reddening, feeling extremely distressed.

Aunt Huang's eldest son is now in grave danger.

…

The Lin family's courtyard next door,

Lin Atai was cutting paper in the house, cutting slowly, as if she were absent-minded.

"Is Mrs. Lin home?"

An old woman's voice came from the doorway, followed by an old man.

"Old Wang, what are you standing there for? Come in quickly."

Lin Ziyan glanced at them and recognized Old Wang, a worker patrolling the port.

The two went into the inner room and pulled up rattan chairs to sit down.

"Ayan, come in." Lin Atai suddenly called out.

Lin Ziyan's heart skipped a beat, and she stepped inside.

The lights were on inside, but it was still difficult to see everyone's expressions clearly.

"Close the door," Lin Atai said casually, glancing up at her.

Lin Ziyan closed the door casually and pulled up a rattan chair to sit down.

As soon as she sat down, she felt a chill in the air.

"Old Wang, tell me about the port," Lin Atai said abruptly.

Grandma Wang nudged her husband, "Speak quickly."

Old Wang briefly recounted what he had seen, his voice trembling slightly.

He didn't dare look to the side, and continued, "It's strange, the ship's engines are all black."

Lin Atai didn't say anything and listened quietly until the end.

Grandma Wang asked somewhat nervously, "Are they all here?"

Old Wang's whole body stiffened. He looked around, his eyes filled with fear.

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