Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

New energy technologies have flourished in recent years.

Even some small fishing boats are now using hybrid electric engines.

The fishing boat cut through the water, leaving a white trail behind it.

The white mark was quickly swallowed up by the night.

It was very quiet around us.

Lin Jianshen and Song Siyuan stood at the bow of the boat, holding onto the railing, gazing into the distance.

The sky and the sea stretch endlessly, eventually connecting together, with no discernible end.

Lin Jianshen gripped his phone, wanting to send a message to Xia Tingwan.

I don't know what the situation is like on her end, or if it will cause her trouble.

The sea breeze filled my nostrils, carrying a salty, damp smell.

He stared at the little flashing icon on the screensaver for a while, then put his phone away.

Song Siyuan stood next to him smoking.

A touch of scarlet quickly moved toward the fingertip in the sea breeze.

He tossed away his cigarette butt, looked at Lin Jianshen's rugged profile, and suddenly said, "Brother, I'm sorry, I actually lied to you too."

Lin Jianshen withdrew his gaze from where the sea and sky met, turned to look at him, and looked at him with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Oh? How so?"

Song Siyuan said, "Actually, I became an undercover agent even earlier than you."

"It's just that unlike you, I'm Sun Jian's brother, which makes it easier for me to get in touch with the core business."

"So I've always been doing odd jobs on the periphery."

The Tiger-Taming Plan came earlier than Lin Jianshen had imagined.

Let's go back to that evening.

Inside the internet cafe, the clatter of keyboards filled the air, and people would occasionally bang on the tables and shout.

Liu Jun was selling items for HAF Coins in the Delta Games lobby's shop.

He glanced at Song Siyuan's computer screen: "Oh dear, the AFK notification has appeared."

"Why aren't my teammates surrendering? Hey, get online already! What are you standing there for?!"

Song Siyuan clutched the twenty yuan, took a breath, and said, "Brother Jun, play a game for me, I'm going out for a bit."

Liu Jun asked, "Where are you going?"

Song Siyuan said, "Let's have some braised pork trotters with rice."

In the small restaurant next to the internet cafe, a bowl of braised pork trotters rice costs eighteen yuan.

Song Siyuan slowly finished his meal, licking the last grain of rice clean from his plate.

I went to Mixue Ice Cream and bought an ice cream cone with the remaining two yuan.

Then I walked in the direction of my former home.

Recalling the past, like picking up fallen petals in the morning or bringing up old stories, is undoubtedly a very sad thing.

Song Siyuan hadn't gone back to visit for a long time.

The old residential building is still there, but a large section of the wall has peeled off, revealing the gray cement underneath.

He sat on the curb, quietly watching the window of that house.

Light was on in the window, and you could hear people moving around inside.

The lights gradually dimmed, and the sound of a mother singing nursery rhymes to her child could be heard.

Song Siyuan thought of his mother.

He remembered a summer morning when the city was shrouded in thick fog.

He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with an elephant head printed on it, and he was walking in the fog holding his mother's hand.

Visibility was very low, just enough for him to see his mother.

Seeing my mother is enough.

His mother was very young then, but at some point, she suddenly aged.

He thought about it for a long time, but his memory was like the fog that morning, hazy and unclear, making it impossible for him to figure out when his mother started to get old.

Perhaps this is the price a mother has to pay to let him grow up day by day.

Time is not a thief that steals a mother's youth.

He is the one.

Song Siyuan sat there all night.

As dawn broke, a few drops of dew clung to his body.

There was movement again from that window—the man of the house got up and yawned loudly and for a long time, while the child giggled beside him.

Song Siyuan stood up.

My legs are numb.

He staggered a couple of times and slowly walked away.

"This shouldn't happen at the police station," Officer Wang said, looking at the young man with the mixed hair colors. "It's too dangerous for you to come here so recklessly."

"Come on, I'll take you to the person in charge."

Officer Wang drove him to Ma Jianfeng: "Old Ma, you two talk it over."

Before leaving, he patted Song Siyuan on the shoulder and said with emotion, "You're lucky, kid. You're fortunate to have met me."

"If you happen to run into them... well, just live well."

Song Siyuan didn't know how to respond for a moment.

If he were lucky, he wouldn't have lost his mother.

In the past, due to the lack of sound laws and regulations, many textile factories had very high temperatures, and lint flew everywhere.

Related labor protection awareness and measures are also inadequate.

His mother probably developed a chronic illness around that time, and she coughs frequently.

She had little education; she entered a textile factory when she was in junior high school and worked there for decades.

They've already developed a ingrained habit and can't leave.

Ma Jianfeng led Song Siyuan into the car and asked, "Why do you want to be an informant?"

Sunlight streamed through the car window, illuminating the dust particles in the air.

Song Siyuan said slowly, "I want to protect someone."

"If I have done a good job, please give him half of my credit."

"Reduce our punishment, and I'll do it if you promise me that."

As Song Siyuan left the police station, he looked up at the sun in the sky.

His mother's family was very poor when she was a child, and their living conditions were difficult.

I always thought that those colorful candies that could only be eaten during the Chinese New Year were the most delicious things in the world.

This habit remained unchanged until later.

She always liked to eat those cheap hard candies, and then she kept the candy wrappers in a tin box.

The candy wrappers slowly grew into a thick stack.

When Song Siyuan was a child, he was mischievous and always liked to throw tin boxes into the air.

The colorful candy wrappers inside the box were scattered everywhere, like a rainbow in the sky.

Mom wasn't annoyed; she simply collected the candy wrappers again and put them back into the tin box.

Later, the tin box was gone, Mom was gone, and home was gone too.

He began to live on the streets.

Song Siyuan touched his multicolored hair, which resembled candy wrappers, and recalled the line: "Even the fiercest winds have their way home."

The fishing boat seemed to have sailed quite far when, at some point, the engine started sputtering.

The city lights have long since disappeared from sight.

Lei Hong's voice came from behind: "We're very close to our destination."

Lin Jianshen turned around and said, "If I get on the other side of the boat later, you need to sail back a short distance."

"The effective range of a pistol is generally only fifty meters, so be careful to maintain your distance."

Lei Hong nodded.

He has seen many harsh weather conditions and witnessed the power of nature many times.

I used to think I was fearless.

The wind was calm, but he found his hands were trembling violently.

Lei Hong swallowed hard. "Will everything be alright?"

Lin Jianshen said, "I will do my best to save your child."

"I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this."

He patted Song Siyuan on the shoulder again: "Don't be impulsive later."

Actually, what Lei Hong was asking just now was whether Lin Jianshen would be in trouble.

Lin Jianshen, however, was thinking about his child.

Lei Hong turned his head away, his nose tingled, and his eyes reddened.

A light suddenly appeared on the sea.

Sun Hao was also traveling on a small fishing boat.

The paint on the hull is peeling and looks quite old.

However, the engine sound is not sluggish, which means it must be regularly maintained.

Sun Hao was grateful that he had learned a skill from Xia Wenshan, so that even when he fell from power, he still had a boat to go out to sea.

The two ships slowly approached each other.

A burly man stood at the bow of the ship; he was in his thirties and had a buzz cut.

He had a scorpion tattooed on his neck, its stinger positioned right where his Adam's apple should be.

This is Wang Fei, Sun Hao's personal bodyguard.

Wang Fei raised his gun, shifting between Lin Jianshen and Song Siyuan: "Didn't I tell you to come alone? Why is there an extra person?"

Song Siyuan replied, "I hang out with Brother Biao. Wherever Brother Biao goes, I go."

Lin Jianshen raised his hand: "We didn't bring any weapons."

Song Siyuan raised his hand, just like him.

Wang Fei grinned maliciously, "Come up together."

"This kid is your underling, but he's no good either. He might be a traitor too. We'll all be on our way together in a bit."

He possesses the truth and is not afraid of these two's tricks.

The two boats came together, and Lin Jianshen and Song Siyuan jumped aboard.

Wang Fei said, "If it weren't for Brother Hao wanting to hear the whole story of how you betrayed us..."

"We still need you to speak with the police."

"I'll kill you all right now."

Wang Fei pointed a pistol at Lin Jianshen: "Tell me, why did you become a traitor?"

The sea breeze ruffled his shirt, and Lin Jianshen chuckled dismissively: "You're not qualified to know. Let Sun Hao come out and talk to me."

Wang Fei smashed Lin Jianshen's head with the butt of his gun: "Damn it, still so arrogant in this situation!"