Beihai Changge

In 1953, the Korean War ceased. The volunteer platoon did not return home after a long expedition and drifted into the Sea of ​​Japan. He fished out a Korean haenyeo who dived like a fish to find her father who was taken away by the colonists. I met an old Russian sailor who had a home and couldn't return. He drank and cursed, but he could save everyone's life in a hurricane. Later, they picked up an Ainu hunter whose tribe was extinct, and a Japanese-Russian mixed-race female doctor who spoke four languages ​​but was stateless. Five people and a broken boat crossed the frozen Sea of ​​Japan and the Sea of ​​Okhotsk, heading north. Salvage sunken shipwrecks for supplies, use the aurora as a road sign, and break up ship planks to make a fire in a snowstorm. They are exiles, but they have built their own camp on the edge of the North Pacific Ocean to maintain maritime rescue and shelter homeless people. Cheng Yuanzheng is the soul. He has a cruel mouth and a warm heart, and he can scold you and die for you at the same time. But there is a line and whoever touches it will die - don't speak for the people who invaded China in front of him. He is always asking: "What's further north?" Many years later, he went to sea every winter and returned in spring, bringing back charts full of new routes. On the dock, the woman with hair ranging from black to white was still waiting for him to come back and draw sea otters. The war is over, but home has not yet been found. But on this broken ship, there are five people in the country. The war is over, but home has not yet been found. But there is a country of five people on this broken ship.