The uncle was a straightforward person. After he told Meng Chuyuan and the others about his situation, other than expressing his helplessness towards life, he did not complain.
Meng Chuyuan felt the same way.
Especially when the uncle talked about his experience of drifting on the sea for more than ten years, Meng Chuyuan thought of the days when she left her hometown.
The uncle sighed softly. "Although life on the sea is a little bitter, we still have to continue living like this."
He had no other choice and could not leave this sea.
Meng Chuyuan was silent for a long time. She asked curiously, "Do you have a home on land?"
The uncle picked up his cup and ate a mouthful of rice. When he heard Meng Chuyuan's question, he shook his head. When the rice was swallowed, he said, "Wherever the boat floats, it's home."
"Me too." Meng Chuyuan smiled calmly. "Wherever I am, that is home."
