I Just Came to Borrow a Light Chapter 1:

"She sank little by little, the water spread from her waist to her chest, and then to her shoulders, the chill gradually soaked into her body, and the tingling was followed by numbness...

There is a somewhat bumpy riverbed under her feet, densely covered with waist-length water plants, and she can feel their strength and tenacity through the heavy pants. Every step she takes is slow and heavy...

Water poured into the mouth, nose, ears, quickly eroding the last breath with despair and indifference, without a trace of pity...

After a brief blank, she began to struggle, looking up, desperately trying to step back, or up...

But she was already firmly tied to the bottom of the river. No matter which direction she was in, she couldn't move. The green water plants, which usually break with a slight pinch, have become firm ropes at this moment...

Even if she looked up three inches above the shining water, she could no longer take in even half a breath of air...

She seems to have been planted on the riverbed, slowly swaying in the water along with the aquatic plants around her..."

It was very quiet outside the window. Occasionally, fish pierced down from the water surface, and the sound of the water from the fish tail made people sleepy for a while in the dazzling afternoon sun.

Yuan Wu leaned on the cushion behind him and lit a cigarette, saved the half-written novel, and closed the computer.

This kind of short idleness like an 80-year-old man sitting at the door with an 18-year-old dog at his feet is mixed with a lot of unfinished things, but repeatedly comforting himself "So what?" It felt comfortable for him.

Before the cigarette was finished, there was the sound of thumping footsteps outside. He ran happily and his footsteps were heavy, causing the boat board under Yuan Wu to vibrate slightly.

Yuan Wu closed his eyes and sighed, took two puffs, and then pinched the cigarette.

The footsteps slowed down a few meters away, then disappeared.

He waited for a while, then stood up and walked lightly to the window, suddenly reaching out to the bottom left of the window.

"Ah!" A string of crisp laughter sounded, with a childish nasal voice, "I was caught again!"

A five- or six-year-old boy stood up following Yuan Wu's hand by the collar.

"Big head, did I tell you that if your IQ continues to grow according to this trend, you probably won't be able to find a girlfriend in the future?" Yuan Wu looked at him, "Have you nowhere else to hide?"

"What?" Big head raised his face.

The big head is actually quite cute. Compared with his parents, his facial features are not very similar to his own, and his head is not big.

The nickname may be because of the good wishes of the people on the boat. Yuan Wu looked at the water outside the window, and it is unlikely that he would sink to the bottom with a big head.

"No, I said you were too heavy and running too loud." He leaned back on the mat.

"Brother Xiaowu," Datou walked in through the hatch, "Did you know..."

"My name is Uncle." Yuan Wu said.

"Uncle," Datou changed his words immediately, "Did you know..."

"Take off your shoes." Yuan Wu said again.

Big head swiftly kicked off the slippers on his feet, ran to him, squeezed and sat down: "You know what."

"I don't know." Yuan Wu brought him a popsicle from the mini fridge next to him.

"Then let me tell you," put his head close to his ear and put his mouth together with his hands, "there are drowned people on the other side of the pier, and many people are watching."

"Have you seen it?" Yuan Wu glanced at him.

"No, my mother said that children can't watch, they will be hooked away." Datou said seriously, and then he pursed his lips tightly, looking nervous.

Yuan Wu smiled and took a piece of money from his wallet: "Go and buy a pack of cigarettes for my uncle."

"Well," the big head took the money, "Can I drink a bottle of milk today?"

"Okay, lollipops can also be eaten." Yuan Wu stood up and walked to the hatch.

"Where are you going?" Big Head asked after him.

"Collection." Yuan Wu replied.

It has been three days since I stepped out of the cabin, and I didn't feel it when I stayed in the cabin. When I stepped out and stood on the deck, Yuan Wu realized that the sun today is very unrestrained. It is almost five o'clock and it is so bright and moving.

He squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, and after ten seconds there was an illusion that he was already flying in the sky.

He sneezes and looks back.

It's quite a long way from here to the pier, about seven or eight minutes' walk.

Yuan Wu slowly walked over there along the wooden plank between the two boats.

This place is called Shenqiao, a wetland on the outskirts of the city.

Two rivers pass through here, leaving a large area of ​​water, which is connected like a small lake. In summer, reeds will grow, and occasionally there will be one or two spots that are only a dozen square meters above the water surface.

The side where Yuan Wu lived was a river bend. After the old wharf was abandoned, it was filled with all kinds of old boats, some without owners, and some with owners to be repaired but never repaired. They are crowded together horizontally, and are connected by various wooden boards of different widths, like a water maze, and there are many fish cages in the middle.

The people who live here are not Yuan Wu alone, such as the Datou family and their neighbors, those who keep the cages, and those who do not have a house on the shore or have a house but are accustomed to living on the water.

But he was the only one who lived so far from the pier.

A few tens of meters away from the old pier, you can see a lot of people surrounded there, and there are people carrying cameras, it seems that people from the TV station are also here.

Yuan Wu didn't go to the pier, squatted down on the bow of a boat next to him, and lit the last cigarette in his pocket.

The drowning people have been carried away, and the people watching the lively have not dispersed. The reporters who are all around watching the TV station are interviewing a few people who often fish here.

In a place that is usually too calm and peaceful, a little something can make people inexplicably excited for a long time.

Yuanwu doesn't know the specifics, but it's not unusual for someone to drown in Shenqiao.

Shenqiao is a tourist attraction in the suburbs of the city, but it does not include the half of the old wharf. The old wharf is too far from the road, the water surface is narrow, and the water conditions are complicated. Generally, tourists will not come here, and several farmhouses are yellow.

However, in summer, people still occasionally come to play in the water to avoid the flow of people, so every year, a few people who do not understand the underwater situation and do not find the right place to launch float up from the bottom of the water.

He listened to the unfinished discussion of the people watching the lively for a while. The person who didn't come up this time was missing three days ago and was found in the East Bay today.

In the depths of the reeds in the East Bay, there are several large lotus flowers that grow very well, and there are also some small areas of dry land. Except for the villagers who used boats to carry cattle to farm the fields, there are almost no people.

Big head asked him mysteriously why the lotus flowers in the East Bay grow so well?

"I know," Yuan Wu nodded, "a lot of people died."

The big head stared at him for a while: "You are weird, scary."

"Huh?" Yuan Wu also stared at her, "I didn't push those people down, what's scary."

After that day, Big Head wouldn't let Big Head come to his boat to play, even though Big Head didn't come too often.

Yuan Wu finished smoking and was about to leave, when the female reporter from the TV station jumped onto the boat unfavorably, and walked over swayingly: "Hello, fellow, can I ask a few questions?"

Yuan Wu said nothing.

"Fellow, do you live here?" the female reporter asked again.

"Yeah." Yuan Wu stood up, turned around and walked back.

"Do you live on the boat or in the village over there?" The female reporter stopped him, "Can I ask you a few questions?"

"No." Yuan Wu answered very briefly, bypassing her and continuing to walk forward.

"Then do you know about someone drowning in the East Bay?" The female reporter was a very young girl who seemed to have just graduated. She followed up very persistently and asked in a series of questions, "How many people have drowned in the past two years? In the past few years, what do you think is the reason? You should be a local villager, can you give some relevant safety advice to tourists?"

"I don't know, I didn't think about it, I can't," Yuan Wu stepped on the board connecting the two boats, glanced at the feet of the female reporter squeezed beside him, and reached out to stop her, "When..."

"What? I..." The female reporter refused to give up the opportunity to interview, and took a step ahead regardless of obstacles, and then let out a short scream, "Ah!"

Yuan Wu's hand that stopped her quickly changed to pulling her, but it didn't work, so he made a profit: "Heart."

The boards made by refitting the door panels under the feet are a little old, and some of them are rotted. The female reporter stepped on it very well, and before she finished speaking, the person had already fallen into the water.

There was a burst of laughter on the pier. The water was shallow, but the female reporter was very embarrassed by the sudden fall. She screamed and fluttered in the water several times before standing up.

Yuan Wu sighed, turned and walked away.

The female reporter who was pulled ashore by a colleague in laughter finally gave up the interview and did not chase after her.

When I got back to my boat, Big Head was sitting on the bow with a pack of cigarettes, with a big gourd beside him.

Seeing him coming, I raised my hand from a distance: "I bought it back."

Yuan Wu gave him a thumbs up.

"Have you seen the dead?" Datou asked, the words of curiosity were almost written on his face.

"No," Yuan Wu put the gourd tied with a rope on his back, "Go home."

"I don't want to go home," shook his head, "I want to chat with you."

"We don't have a common language." Yuan Wu took the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the cabin.

"Oh." Big Head responded.

Yuan Wu entered the cabin, took a cigarette from the cigarette case and took it. When he was about to light his cigarette, he glanced outside and found that the big head was still sitting on the bow.

"Hey, big head." Yuan Wu took out the empty cigarette case in his pocket and threw it on the gourd behind him.

He touched the gourd with his hands behind his head and looked back at him.

"Go home." Yuan Wu said.

"What is a common language?" Big Head asked.

"It's the common language." Yuan Wu took him by the arm and lifted him up.

"What is the common language?" Big Head asked again.

"It's the common...language." Yuan Wu carried him across the board and put him on the boat next to him.

"What's in common?" Big Head continued.

"You have it and I have it." Yuan Wu turned around and went back to his boat, and when Datou wanted to step over the board, he pulled the board off.

"What about the language?" Datou asked standing there.

"Just talking." Yuan Wu opened the hatch.

"Then we're talking the same thing," Datou persisted, "why don't we have a common language?"

Yuan Wu said nothing, walked into the cabin and closed the door.

In the crack of the door, you can see the big head standing and thinking for a while, then turned and walked away.

He sighed, lay down in the cabin, and lit his cigarette.

This boat is very small, with a small bookshelf and a mini refrigerator, other places are Yuanwu's bed, clothes and computers, as well as some messy books and snack bags thrown around.

In order to cook, I had to go to the stern, where a shed was built with pots and pans and a gas stove, and a tank of gas.

This gas can be used for a long time, because the main function is to cook noodles and dumplings, not to cook.

Yuan Wu didn't eat seriously all day today, so he lay down for a while and fell asleep accidentally and woke up because the surroundings were too quiet. Then he went to cook himself a bowl of instant noodles.

After eating the noodles, he made another pot of coffee and turned on the computer to see if he could finish this chapter tonight.

There is a jumping avatar on q. He clicked it and looked at it. It was a message sent by the editor at 3:00 in the afternoon.

Updates such as holding a knife: Don't you mean that a pit will be opened at the end of the month? It's been two months! I'm knocking on the basin, do you hear me?

Yuan Wu put sugar cubes in the coffee, stirred it for a long time before taking a sip, and then replied to the editor.

Smile and drink a glass of wine: There are so many things to do this week.

There are too many things. When Yuan Wu typed this sentence, he felt that he was telling the very sincere truth, but after sending it out, he began to feel a little dazed. There were too many things... What did he do?

Can't remember.

In fact, he couldn't remember how he spent the three days in the cabin.

I didn't think about it suddenly and slowly, and I didn't think about it.

He opened the document and looked at it. The word count showed that the chapter was 3666 words.

The speed shocked him.

How many days did he write these three thousand words?

He sighed, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. Through the smoke, he looked at the lines of words on the screen. When he saw it for the sixth time, he finally raised his hand and typed a few times on the keyboard.

"When did the sky get cloudy, he didn't notice, when he felt the cold wind blowing faster and faster, the surroundings were already dark as if someone had splashed ink, behind the wisps of darkness Still dark..."

It's still dark...still dark...still dark...and then and then and then he fumbling his fingers on the keyboard and then having a coffee.

Yuanwu took a sip of coffee, but it wasn't delicious, so he got up and climbed to the side of the coffee machine, poured half a carton of milk and started frothing.

Crawling back to the computer with the rebuilt mocha, he continues to stare at the screen.

After two puffs of cigarettes, he raised his hand again.

"There was a sound of breathing behind him. It was not close, but he could hear it clearly in the wind. He stopped, but the sound disappeared again...

The light of the street lamp in front began to beat gently, and he was inexplicably a little scared. When he continued to walk forward, he heard the breath again in his gradually rapid heartbeat. It was heavy but rhythmic...

It slowly becomes consistent with the beating of the light..."

A lump of cigarette ashes fell on the back of his hand, and the slight pain caused him to shake his hand and threw the cigarette **** into the Coke can next to him.

"He had to turn around..."

"The sky suddenly lit up, and the surroundings were like daytime for a moment..."

A flash of light suddenly flashed outside the pitch-black window. Yuan Wu was startled and turned his head to look at it subconsciously. The cognition of "this is lightning" had not been fully conveyed in his brain, and a blast of thunder followed closely. Sounded low.

Yuan Wu suddenly felt as if his bare bottom was standing in the middle of the square with two kicks blown under his crotch, the whole person was frightened and refreshed, and he raised his hand and overturned the coffee cup.

"Shit." After regaining his senses, he quickly threw a roll of paper onto the spilled coffee.

When Datou came to play yesterday, he said that there would be thunderstorms today. He also thought that the clear sky was impossible. As a result, when he looked out the window again, his fist was big... No, the raindrops half the size of a fist were already there. It smashed down, and the surroundings turned from dark night to gray mist.

The rolled paper sucked up all the coffee. Yuan Wu threw the rolled paper into the trash can and was about to make another cup of coffee when there was a thump from the bow of the boat amid the sound of wind, rain and thunder.

The hand he reached for the cup stopped and turned to look at the hatch.

The cabin door is just two wooden boards with a glass window that can't be opened at the top. He is sitting in the cabin, and he can't see anything from the glass window at this angle.

But he could see it in the crack of the door. When his eyes fell on the crack of the door, he found that what he could see from the crack of the door every time, a small bunting with its big head stuck on the side of the ship was blocked by something.

Someone is standing on the bow.

"Who?" Yuan Wu asked, staring at the crack of the door, rubbing his hand into the pile of messy clothes next to him, and pulled out a spear gun.

The law and order here at the old wharf is very good, because the poor people live here, and you can't find anything if you open the door and let you pack slowly. The only thing that may attract thieves is those in the cages. fish.

But the cage is not so close to Yuan Wu's boat that any thief with normal intelligence will not come to his boat.

So Yuan Wu took out the spear gun.

He got this spear from Big Head's dad, and he's never used it for fishing. The only time he used it was when he pulled the trigger and poked an arrow at his calf while he was doing research.

The people outside didn't answer, but the figure swayed and moved closer to the hatch.

"Welcome!" An enthusiastic female voice sounded from the boat.

The people outside seemed startled and quickly backed away.

"Welcome to come again next time!" The enthusiastic female voice sounded again.

Yuan Wu felt that the people outside should have been blinded, so he quickly jumped to the door and stretched the front end of the spear gun through the crack of the door.

"Go away," he said.