Chapter 459: The Mysterious Man in the Small Fishing Village

However, although they didn't hold much hope, the kind-hearted family still agreed to let him try to repair it.

The old man felt it was a case of treating a dead horse as if it were still alive.

The old woman felt that for a young man to move around, it was no bad thing just to exercise his body; here, surrounded by the sea on three sides and backed by a large mountain, there really were no other ways to exercise besides doing chores.

So they let him go ahead and tinker with it, but they never expected he would actually succeed!

The commotion outside soon startled the old man and old woman inside the house, bringing them out.

"Can it start now?"

"Is it really fixed?"

The old couple's excitement was no less than the girl's; if it were truly fixed, they had struck gold.

"Mm."

The man nodded, then made a very gentlemanly gesture, inviting the family of three to board the boat and see.

Only the old man boarded the boat to inspect it; the old woman and the girl only watched from below.

It was a custom passed down in the Fishing Village for thousands of years—women were not allowed on boats that went out to the deep sea, as it was considered unlucky.

The old man inspected it for a while, then excitedly said to his wife and daughter: "Quick, go set off firecrackers to notify the people in the village; we'll slaughter a pig this afternoon to celebrate."

"You got it!"

The girl ran off like a flash.

His wife also happily went back to prepare to bring out all the good food in the house to treat the guests.

Of course, the guests were not the man who repaired the boat; although the man had only been here for a month, they already treated him as one of their own family.

They were treating the people of the village, celebrating the successful repair of the fishing boat, which could finally head out to sea!

"Let's go, let's go home. You really are my good son, so capable." The old man patted the man on the shoulder, his goat beard twitching with joy.

The man just smiled and said nothing.

Returning to the humble wooden house, the man wolfed down his food, finishing three bowls of rice in a whirlwind, fast yet without losing his elegance.

He hadn't felt it while working, but now he realized he was very hungry, hungry enough to eat a whole cow.

After eating his fill, he collapsed on the bed and slept, only realizing the house was full of people after he woke up.

Since arriving at this Fishing Village, this was the first time he had seen so many people!

The man felt a bit reserved; he wasn't very good at making small talk with people.

Although most of the villagers were as kind and simple as this family.

He could tell that everyone meant him no harm, but he still felt somewhat reserved.

Especially the questions from the enthusiastic villagers, which gave him a headache!

It wasn't that they were hard to answer, it was that his head really hurt.

Although the Small Fishing Village was called the Small Fishing Village, it was because there were fewer people than in other fishing villages.

Its households were scattered and not concentrated, but it occupied a large area; if there was something that needed communicating, they had to set off firecrackers, which was equivalent to making a phone call.

Very few fishermen here had telephones, and even if they did, they couldn't make calls out; landlines were too expensive to install, and wireless phones had no signal.

Now that people were coming over one after another, they learned that the Ya family had picked up a son who could repair fishing boats.

"Child, what is your name?"

The man:...

He shook his head, indicating he didn't know.

"You don't even remember your own name? Then do you remember what family you have or where you live?"

He continued to shake his head; he remembered nothing at all.

Actually, he wanted to know too, but as soon as he tried to think in that direction, his head would ache, aching as if it were about to split open.

When the man was rescued from the sea by the Ya family, he had a wound on his head, and he didn't know how long he had been soaking in the seawater.

The seawater soaking had disinfected the wound, but it had also caused him to lose his memory.

"Poor man, he doesn't even remember his own home," someone sighed.

But most of the villagers felt it didn't matter, and were even happy for the Ya family—the Ya family had lost a son, and now they had picked up another one.

The Ya family was originally a family of four; two years ago, their eldest son Yano went out to sea and never returned, and among those who suffered the shipwreck with him were several other young men from the village, including the husband of the daughter, Yafei.

From then on, both families were shattered; Yafei returned to her parents' home to take care of the old couple, until a month ago, when they picked this man up from the sea!

Being able to repair a fishing boat was a great skill, because modern fishing boats were full of precision instruments, unlike the old-fashioned fishing boats of the past.

The man had fixed the fishing boat, causing a sensation in this Small Fishing Village.

Everyone brought rice wine, cured meat, and cured fish from their homes.

The Ya family slaughtered their only pig, the one they had planned to kill for the New Year, to celebrate, and the whole village sang and danced.

As the wine flowed and the atmosphere grew lively, someone suggested to Old Man Ya: "You have to give him a name; you can't just call him nothing, right?"

Before, when there were fewer people, the old couple just called him "son," and Yafei called him "brother."

It was easy to distinguish when it was just a family of four, but now that the fishing boat could head out to sea, it meant the people in the village could go to further and deeper oceans to catch fish and shrimp; everyone would be working together in the future, so they couldn't go without a form of address.

Old Man Ya, emboldened by the wine, called the man over and said to him: "Since you don't remember your name, and you are willing to be part of our family, and we treat you as our own son, would you be willing to be called Yano from now on?"

This thought had actually been buried in the old man's heart for a long time.

He had wanted to bring it up for a while, but he was afraid the "son" would feel it was the name of a dead person and that it was unlucky.

But the old couple wanted to call him "Yano" too much.

This way, they could feel that their biological son was still there, with them at every moment.

"Okay."

He agreed.

"What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly, say it again." The old man was terrified he had misheard, so he signaled for everyone to be quiet and asked his son to say it again.

The man said, "Dad, it's me, Yano, your son has returned!"

"Yano, my son..." The old man grabbed the man in a hug, sobbing uncontrollably, his old tears streaming down.

On such an occasion, the women were not allowed to be seated at the table.

But a villager ran to the kitchen to tell this good news to the mother and daughter of the Yano family.

The old lady and Yafei in the kitchen wept with joy; it was wonderful, their family was finally whole again, and they had a pillar of support once more.

Jiangzhou, Jian Family Hospital.

Shi Youxuan came for a prenatal check-up today, accompanied by her aunt.

Usually, others come for prenatal check-ups accompanied by their husbands; fearing that Shi Youxuan might be reminded of her situation and feel sad, the aunt kept making small talk, even trying to tell jokes to divert her attention.

However, the aunt did not have much of a sense of humor, and even very funny jokes sounded dry and unfunny when told by her.

"Hahahaha... so funny." Shi Youxuan was quite cooperative, but her laughter was also dry.

The daughter-in-law and mother-in-law were considerate of each other, yet both knew the bitterness in their hearts.

Shi Youxuan did not need to wait in line for her prenatal check-up.

Jian Yixin had long since notified the hospital that whenever Shi Youxuan came for a check-up, she was to receive super VIP treatment.

She was already five months pregnant, and this time she was here for a 4D ultrasound; besides checking if the fetus was healthy, she also wanted to see if it was a boy or a girl.

The doctor used the instrument to glide over Shi Youxuan's slightly protruding abdomen and pointed to the fetus on the screen, saying to the two of them, "The fetus is very healthy, it's a baby boy. Look, he is swimming in your belly."

How magical.

It felt so magical to Shi Youxuan.

Back when she was pregnant with Shi Ran, she hadn't had a single prenatal check-up before the child was born.

This was her first time seeing the baby in her belly on a screen; the little one had his eyes closed, his brows even slightly furrowed, and his little hands were grabbing the umbilical cord, moving for a while and then resting.

Shi Youxuan's nose felt sore, and tears fell down.

The aunt hurriedly wiped them for her: "Don't cry, why are you crying?"

While telling her not to cry, the aunt herself was also teary-eyed.

Both the daughter-in-law and mother-in-law thought of Sheng Hanyu; how wonderful would it be if he were here?

A father watching his own son swimming in his wife's belly—what an interesting and meaningful thing that would be!

But he was not here, and they didn't even know if he was dead or alive now.

Five months without any news; could he still be alive?