Father Ye kept craning his neck anxiously as he waited above, picking up the watch Ye Yaodong had left on the stool to check it from time to time.
"He's been down there ages. Why hasn't he come up yet? Has something happened?"
The old father truly worried himself sick.
This son of his was far too much trouble. In his twenty-odd years of life, he had never settled down, always leaving people worrying about him.
Father Ye felt he still needed to keep an eye on him for a few more years. Otherwise, sitting at home without knowing what he was up to might be even worse.
He paced back and forth, looking at the water nearby, then out into the distance. Time seemed to crawl.
But he dared not tug on the rope tied beside him, afraid of interfering with his movements below. Only when a splash broke the surface and a head emerged did his heart finally settle.
"Why were you down there so long this time? Weren't you just looking for a chest? Weren't the chests right around here? I remember very clearly from the other day. They were right here. We shouldn't be far off, should we?"
Ye Yaodong removed his mask and wiped his face. "Let me get aboard first."
He had spent too long bobbing around underwater and had tied up a whole large chest as well. It had taken too much out of him.
"Get aboard first, then. Get aboard."
As soon as he climbed aboard, before he even caught his breath, he told his father to use the machine to haul up the chests. Then he slumped onto the deck, panting.
"You found the chests? Both ropes are tied to them? How did your clothes get so torn?"
Father Ye looked