1984 Fujian Sea Tide

When Zhou Haiping was sixty years old, he was struggling to make a living at a construction site. A brick wrapped in the fossilized eyeball of an unknown deep-sea creature fell from the sky. When he opened his eyes again, he was already twenty years old in the small fishing village of his hometown. Back to 1984. There is something more in my right eye - close my left eye and I can see the golden air mass of the fish, the dark shadow of the undercurrent, and the dark red of the skyline before the arrival of the typhoon. In the previous life, my father and eldest brother were caught in a storm when they went to sea and never came back. In this life, he had to let that ship dock. Starting from chasing the sea on the tidal flats and catching crabs on the rocks, we gradually build ships, build teams, and venture into the deep sea. He loved his wife, raised a cute baby, provided for his brother to study, cured his stupid sister's disease, and brought back his sister-in-law who died in a broken house in her previous life - let her have food to eat, a house to live in, and someone to love her. From an old wooden boat of seven or eight meters to a marine industry empire spanning ocean fishing, pearl cultivation, and island tourism. From a boy from a fishing village who was so poor that he only had twelve and a half yuan left in his iron box, he has made his name remembered by the entire Fujian Province. The sea is still the same sea. The tide rises and falls every day. But in this life, he will never let anyone sink again.