齐膝深的潮水推得他左右摇摆。他勉强支撑着自己,一步一晃地向更深处迈进。不用借助岸边的灯光,只需感觉脚下的砂石和海藻,他就知道自己在哪里了。凌晨四点,浅滩尽头,众所周知是不适合钓鱼的时段和地域。一轮新月挂在半空,光亮足以照清他的脸庞。皲裂的嘴唇、凹凸不平的脸颊和满脸的皱纹。一张标准的老渔民的脸。利昂其实不需要来钓鱼,他的积蓄完全够他过活。然而,在这样的夜晚,他感觉到某种神秘的召唤,催促他来到这片海域。那晚,丹尼也在。利昂决定把自己的秘密告诉他。“咱们在一起钓鱼多长时间 Kicked deep tide push him swinging from side to side. He reluctantly supported himself, step by step to move deeper. Without the help of the shore lights, he just knows where he is by just feeling the gravel and seaweed at his feet. Four o’clock in the morning, at the end of the shallows, as we all know, is not suitable for fishing time and area. A new moon hangs in the air, shining bright enough to clear his face. Chapped lips, uneven cheeks and face wrinkles. A standard old fisherman’s face. Lyon does not actually need to go fishing, his savings are enough for him to live. However, on such a night, he felt some mysterious call, urged him to come to this sea. Danny was there that night. Leon decided to tell him his secret. ”How long do we fish together?