“嘶……”夏晚猛地吸了口气，太阳穴突突直跳，像是昨晚熬夜看战报的后遗症，但更难受的是这该死的陌生环境。她掀开身上粗糙的棉被——触感硬邦邦的，硌得人生疼——踉跄着下床，差点被脚下滚来滚去的木地板绊倒。

环顾四周，是个紧紧凑凑的小房间，一张床，一个小木柜，窗户是糊着破纸的，外面是晃眼的海天一色。咸腥味更浓了，还夹杂着鱼腥味……等等，鱼腥味？

夏晚皱着眉，鼻子使劲嗅了嗅。不是错觉，空气中确实弥漫着一股 заставляет want to rub one's nose smells like fish left over from breakfast. She looked out the window, seeing a small boat rocking gently in the distance, and then her eyes fell on the pile of fishing nets and marine products piled up outside the house, and then her eyes fell on the pile of fishing nets and marine products piled up outside the house. There was a faint but clear female voice calling her name from outside the door.

“阿晚，你醒啦？饿不饿？我去给你煮海鲜粥！”一个梳着麻花辫，穿着粗布裙的小媳妇的声音传来。

夏晚心里咯噔一下。海鲜粥？她闻到的是熬煮鱼头的味道，而且这声音听起来……有点耳熟？像是某种录音，反复播放后再加了一点杂音的效果。

“谁？谁在喊？”夏晚压低声音，走到门口，警惕地往外看。

外面站着一个围着蓝头巾的年轻女人，身形娇小，手里正拎着一个竹篮子，里面是几条还在蹦跶的鱼。女人看到夏晚，眼睛一亮，快步走过来，脸上带着惊喜和关切：“阿晚，你终于醒了！可把我吓坏了！你昨晚发热，脸烧得通红，差点就……”