De Volta aos Anos 80: Do Vilarejo de Pescadores ao Domínio dos Oceanos
O experiente entusiasta da pesca marítima, Lin Yu, renasceu em 1983, tornando-se um jovem comum de uma vila de pescadores à beira-mar no nordeste da China. A família vivia na pobreza, a casa era precária, e a falta de roupas e comida era a constante em seu cotidiano. Sua mãe lutava com dificuldade no lamaçal da vida, e sua irmã chegou quase a ser levada pela doença. Determinado a assumir grandes responsabilidades, Lin Yu jurou se tornar o pilar da família e iniciar uma nova jornada em busca de uma vida feliz. Como diz o ditado, quem vive na montanha depende da montanha, quem vive do mar depende do mar; aquele mar azul ondulante, com suas águas agitadas, escondia esperanças e vitalidade sem fim. Mesmo sem barco por enquanto, Lin Yu encontrou outros caminhos: quando a maré subia, pescava seguindo as ondas; quando a maré baixava, explorava a praia em busca de frutos do mar. Amêijoas, vieiras, ostras, caranguejos, camarões, cavalas, lulas, pescadas amarelas... uma variedade de iguarias marinhas enchiam seus olhos e se tornavam tesouros para melhorar a vida de sua família. Sob aquele céu azul sem fim, Lin Yu agarrou as oportunidades de seu tempo, embarcou nas ondas da época e, começando de uma vila de pescadores, gradualmente conquistou os oceanos!
De Volta aos Anos 80: Do Vilarejo de Pescadores ao Domínio dos Oceanos
Lin Yu felt a sudden wave of dizziness.
His vision blurred, then gradually cleared. The sky was a brilliant blue, like a vast pane of sapphire glass, reflecting the harshness of the sun, its glare stinging his face.
He coughed abruptly as pain twisted through his abdomen, expelling a mouthful of bitter, salty seawater. His entire body felt as if it had been wrung dry in an instant. Gasping for breath, he continued to hack up water, clutching his chest to reassure himself that he was still alive.
At that moment, he realized he was dressed in a coarse gray shirt, black trousers rolled to his knees and soaked in seawater. The waves had left his feet pale and wrinkled, and his head throbbed with pain, likely from striking a reef.
What was with these clothes… these hands…?
The pain was sharp! Excruciating!
As Lin Yu became aware of the oddities in his body and attire, his pupils contracted sharply. A stabbing agony shot through his brain, as if someone were stirring his temple with a sharp instrument.
At the same time, a torrent of fragmented memories flooded his mind.
After a long moment, the pain subsided. Lin Yu slowly composed himself, glancing around with uncertainty while panting heavily. The sea crashed endlessly against the reefs, the salty breeze brushing his face and ruffling his hair, making the world seem especially clear and tranquil.
Only then did he realize that he had been reborn.
This was 1983, in Bayuquan, Northeast China—a backward little fishing village.
In his previous life, he had been an
