"The world is round, you don't have to be afraid of going in the wrong direction. As long as you keep moving forward, you will definitely reach the other side."

This is what my mother told Feng Chen.

My mother likes to talk to Feng Chen, and she teaches Feng Chen many things.

She is a knowledgeable and elegant woman. She always loves to laugh in front of Fengchen.

Feng Chen likes her smile, especially her dark eyes like night.

She is a very elegant woman. She always keeps the white-washed skirt to wear in solemn occasions - such as Feng Chen's birthday.

Before putting on her only skirt, she would bake the cake, squeeze the beautiful lilies with the cream that her father brought back from the boat.

Putting the cake on the table, she took out her most beautiful old skirt and put it on, smiled and put the paper crown on Fengchen's head, singing a happy birthday song.

Until, my father kicked the door open and came in drunkenly.

He looked into his mother's eyes like a shark seeing prey.

His mother was pushed down on the table by him, and the birthday cake was squeezed off the table and pressed upside down on the ground, with white cream splashing all over the floor.

Before her only skirt was torn apart, she waved Fengchen hard to signal to me.

The mother didn't want her son to see such a bad self.

"Go out, get out quickly!"

Feng Chen didn't go out, so he grabbed the knife he used to cut fruit and stabbed the bastard in the leg.

My father turned around and wanted to catch him, and cursed and said he wanted to kill Feng Chen.

My mother rushed over and begged him crying.

The man grabbed Feng Chen and raised the knife.

Feng Chen thought I was going to die, but he didn't, and his mother's only skirt was dyed with blood.

Someone rushed in and pulled his father out.

The mother raised her blood-stained palm and grabbed Feng Chen's hand tightly.

"Promise mom, don't leave like him,... leave..."

My mother's voice was so weak that she grabbed Feng Chen's thin arm with her palm so painful.

She didn't finish the following words.

Feng Chen didn't know where she wanted him to go.

But he knew that he must kill that bastard to avenge his mother.

But it's not possible now. He is too young and is not the opponent of that bastard.

He wants to grow up, he wants to become stronger, just like the brave in the stories his mother told.

That bastard, one day, was in a good mood and threw him a knife he brought back from the boat.

He would hone and practice at the beach every day.

He grew up gradually, reaching the height of his mother, his hands and feet were still thin, but he could already catch the dolphin fish from the sea with bare hands.

The knife has become a part of his body. He can easily cut off a scale with a knife, or... a knife to cut the fish's belly.

The men on the island all say that he looks like a mother.

If he was a girl, he would definitely be a great beauty.

But my father said that Fengchen was like him and would definitely become a terrifying storm on the sea.

When he was drunk, he would pat his growing belly, saying that he would catch a girl from the boat and come back to be Feng Chen's wife.

On Feng Chen’s twelfth birthday, there was no birthday cake, so his father brought a girl back.

She was wearing a red dress, her long hair was swaying in the sea breeze, and her big black eyes were brighter than the pearls that had been glowing.

Sometimes my mother would tell stories to Feng Chen. The angels in the story were cute and beautiful, with transparent wings.

Feng Chen felt that the girl in front of him must be an angel, but she lost her wings.

Everyone said that the child was a mute, not eating, drinking, or talking.

Feng Chen put the milk and food in front of her.

"You will starve to death if you don't eat."

She looked at Feng Chen with contempt and disdain in her eyes, and anger.

Then, she lifted her dirty, unspoken right foot and kicked over the milk bowl.

Later, Feng Chen tried various methods again.

Threat her with a knife.

"I'll kill you if I don't eat."

She was indifferent.

Feng Chen pretended to hit her, but she grabbed her and bit her arm.

When Feng Chen finally threw away her, her lips were covered in blood—

His blood.

Feng Chen ignored her all day. On the third day of going to the island, she finally couldn't bear it and fainted.

Everyone thought she would die, but Feng Chen didn't believe it.

Feng Chen carried her to his bed, fed her water, fed her milk, picked the fish and made it into a paste, and stuffed it into her mouth.

She lay in bed for two days, and finally woke up at dawn on the third day.

This time, Feng Chen changed his method and said to her in the tone of his mother speaking to him.

"Drink the milk and take you away when I leave here in the future."

She lay on the bed, staring at Feng Chen with big eyes.

"fraud."

She said.

She is not a mute, she can talk.

"I'm not a liar, I keep my word."

"You are all bad guys."

"I'm not!"

"How do you prove it?"

Feng Chen didn't know how to prove it, so he could only take her to her mother's grave and swear to her in front of her.

"This is my mother, and I never lie in front of her."

She picked up the milk bowl and drank it in one sip.

She said that to be her friend, she had to be a good person, just like what her mother said.

She was very smart. She recognized many words in the box her father snatched from the boat.

One day, while they were chatting on the beach, she wrote a word on the beach, telling Fengchen that this was Fengchen's name.

"This word is about Feng, the free wind, go wherever you want."

Feng Chen has always hated his name and he doesn't want to be a storm.

But because he knew this word, he suddenly fell in love with the name Xiaofeng.

The taller she grows, the longer she is, the longer her hair is.

The men's eyes became more and more strange when they looked at her. One day, a bastard even sneaked into their room and pressed her on the table, just like what his father did to his mother back then.

After ten years, Feng Chen stabbed someone with a knife again.

He did not make another mistake ten years ago, and the sharp knife accurately pierced the man's back.

The man is dead.

That was Feng Chen's first murder.

"I'm a bad guy now."

"You're not." She said, "the one who kills bad people is good people."

When my father found out, he was not angry, but instead laughed with a glass of wine.

"I knew my son was the same person as me."

Feng Chen felt that he was not.

They have been quietly preparing to leave the island, air-dried fish into dried fish, and collected many bottles to fill fresh water...

They made an appointment to travel around the world together.
To be continued...