Before dawn, the Black Pine Ridge looks like a sleeping giant lying on the shore of the East China Sea. The sea breeze carries a salty smell, passing over the layers of waves and hitting the rocks, splashing white waves. On the distant sea level, the first ray of dawn is about to tear through the darkness and dye the sky into a magnificent golden red. This is an ordinary fishing village on the edge of the East China Sea - Haixing Village. Lin Deshun stood on the threshold of his house, holding a chipped porcelain bowl with the leftover polenta from last night. He is sixty-eight years old, and his back is a little hunched, but standing in the sea breeze, his bones still show the strength of a lifelong battle with the sea. Wrinkles covered his dark face like fishing nets, and there was a story hidden in every ravine. "Old man, are you looking at the sea again?" Chen Guiying walked out of the house, holding a washed white coat in her hand and draped it on her wife's shoulders, "It's still cold, don't freeze." Lin Deshun hummed, still looking at the sea in the distance. There, a few fishing lanterns loomed in the morning light, indicating that the village's fishing boats had returned. "Where is Jianjun?" Lin Deshun asked. "I'm packing up fishing nets in the warehouse. I said I want to go out to sea early today. The 'sea pig' seems to be coming." Chen Guiying said with a hint of worry in her tone. The corners of Lin Deshun's mouth moved but he said nothing. He knew what Guiying was worried about. Sea pigs, also known as dolphins, are called "sea pigs" by fishermen. Seeing sea pigs means that big fish schools are coming, but it also means that the wind and waves are about to change. In the yard behind the house, there was the rustle of fishing nets. Lin Jianjun squatted on the ground, fingers flying, repairing a huge razor net. He is forty-five years old and is in a fishing village.
