Cheng Yu took a long-distance boat ride for the first time in his life, and he vomited so much that he was dizzy.
He fled from Shenzhen to Zhanjiang Port, carrying in his arms the last fishing boat drawing left by his father. After bankruptcy and liquidation, his family fortune was wiped out, and he had nothing. He just wanted to go all the way north to Dalian to see the old ship that his father had built when he was young.
Shao Hailou was the captain he found at the port - a retired electromechanical soldier. He had been driving an old fishing boat alone for twelve years. He was taciturn and had more to say about the sea than about people.
"Going to Dalian? Okay."
"How long will it take to arrive?"
"It depends on the weather. If it's not good, it's hard to say."
A broken fishing boat, four thousand kilometers of coastline.
From Zhanjiang to Quanzhou, from Zhoushan to Qingdao, from Shandong to Bohai Bay——
The sunset on the sea slowly burns away the loneliness,
The surge and turbulence shattered the defense bit by bit.
Shao Hailou spoke little, but every time Cheng Yu vomited until he couldn't stand, he would hand him a glass of warm water.
When the broken engine was floating at sea for several days, he sat on the stern of the boat and slowly repaired it.
Asked why he was not in a hurry, he said: "I'm used to it."
Later, Cheng Yu stood on the bow of the Hailou, looking at the horizon getting closer and closer to the north, and suddenly realized that when he went to Dalian, he was not just looking for an old ship.
Intention: Two people with nothing become each other's direction.