Huang and his son Xiao Zhi took the plastic storage boxes that Zhang Zian handed them; they didn't know his intentions.
Xiao Zhi couldn't help but say, "Unc… no, big brother, the weather's so cold. It's definitely cold from being soaked in the water, right? Shouldn't we cover it up with sand instead? Why are we splashing it with water?"
It was close to noon. The temperature was about ten degrees over. It was a very cooling temperature, but it was not the same when one was wet and the wind was blowing.
Earlier, Xiao Zhi and Huang had already tried to push the minke whale back into the sea. Their pants were already wet up to their knees. Stepping on the beach barefoot, their toes sunk deep into the sand. They could feel the loss of heat from their soles as the cold circulated back.
