"Boom la la ......"

"It's raining again. ”

The drizzle poured on the ground with gusts of mountain wind, splashing a burst of rain and mist, hazy with the lights in the village,

The roof of the house, the courtyard outside the hall was quickly moistened by the rain, and the accumulated rainwater began to drip down the tiles of the eaves.

The old fisherman, who had finished eating, took a stool, sat on the threshold, and looked out of the hall.

The old lady was busy, cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and going back and forth between the kitchen and the hall from time to time.

“...... Don't sit there, young man, move this way. The roof of this house has not been turned over for a long time, and the roof tiles on your roof are just a little leaky, so don't get drenched. ”

The old fisherman turned his head and greeted Lian Ge at the table,

Hearing this, Lian Ge looked up slightly at the tiles covered on the roof, then smiled slightly, and moved to the side as he said,

“...... The tiles on this house should be overturned, this autumn and winter season is fine, and when the year is overturned, the rain is heavy, and the leakage is terrible. ”

The old lady who picked up the last two plates into the kitchen, took a rag, and re-entered the kitchen, said,

"Cheng, when I see that the weather is still sunny tomorrow, I will ask Ning Sanwa to come over and turn over the tiles. ”

The old fisherman sat by the door and answered.

On the side, Lian Ge looked at the pair of old men, smiled slightly, turned his eyes, and looked outside the hall.

In the house, the old fisherman by the threshold talked to the old lady at the table,

Outside the house, the drizzle followed the breeze, wanting to break under the eaves,

The sound of the rain is mixed with the sound of words, and in this night, it seems more and more quiet,

......

“...... Wait, young man, I'll go get you a pen. ”

After wiping the dining table, the old lady put the rag aside, took off the apron on her clothes, wiped her hands, and said to Lian Ge,

"By the way, young man, if you want a pen, do you want paper?" the old lady paused and asked again,

"There are some paper shells at home, and that kind of paper is good for memorizing things. ”

"Just the pen. ”

Lian Ge smiled and shook his head, "I'm tired of the old man." ”

"Don't bother, don't bother...... On weekdays, there are only two of us in this house, and it is rare to have a guest, so it is more lively......"

As she spoke, the old lady walked into the next room.

......

Outside the hall, the rain is still falling,

At the threshold of the hall, the old fisherman looked out of the hall, turned back, and glanced at the place where Lian Ge was sitting.

“...... Hey, young man, you're really a distinguished guest, and you're here, and there is no rain leaking on this roof. ”

The old fisherman glanced at the ground beside Lian Ge, and said with a smile,

"It shouldn't be that there is not much rain accumulated," Lian Ge smiled and replied in a calm tone,

"I guess so. The old fisherman nodded, looked at the roof that should have leaked, and responded.

......

“...... Young man, you don't see if this will happen. ”

At this moment, in the next room, after rummaging for a while, the old lady came out with a brush that was only a little rough and a bottle of ink.

"There's still a bottle of ink, I haven't used it for a while, and I don't know if I can use it again,"

There was a plastic bag wrapped around the inkwell, and the old lady walked back to the dining table while untying the plastic bag wrapped around the inkwell.

"Yes. ”

Lian Ge looked at the bottle of ink, the pen, and replied with a smile,

"It's okay, it's okay...... There's some dust on it, so I'll take it and wash it. When the old lady heard this, a smile appeared on her face,

"No, that's it. ”

"That'...... Yes. ”

The old lady answered and handed the pen to Lian Ge,

"Young man, what are you taking this for......" asked the old lady with some curiosity,

"I ate a meal with two old people, and I also thanked the two old people for allowing me to spend the night, and I don't like to owe favors to others...... Some people say that I draw fairly well. Let's just draw one and give it to the two old people. ”

Lian Ge took the pen, answered calmly, glanced at the somewhat frizzy and messy nib, stretched out his hand, pressed it with his fingers, and the tip of the pen was smooth again.

"Hey, what are you doing so politely, there are no guests at home on weekdays, it's rare young man you pass by here, we are happy, why do you have to find you thank you, thank you and we thank you, thank you for accompanying us two old guys, have a meal." When the old fisherman heard this, he stood up.

"Young man, don't be so polite, just like the old man said, it's fate that you come to us......"

The old lady was also on the side, and said loudly.

Looking at the two old men in front of him, Lian Ge smiled slightly, then withdrew his gaze, but his tone was calm, and continued,

"Old man, can you draw on this table?"

Lian Ge looked at the table table that had just been wiped in front of him and was still with some swimming, and his eyes paused,

“...... Yes, yes, it's just that the young man has oil on this table, and he can't get ink on it, even if you paint it, when it's time to eat tomorrow, you have to rub it off and wipe it off. Young man, you don't have to be so polite, you don't have to bother with it......"

The old fisherman paused, answered, and then persuaded,

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge got up from the stool, walked to the dining table, unscrewed the inkwell, and carried the brush that had been smoothed out again, stained with some ink.

The ink soaked the nib, and the pen carried black ink, and Lian Ge carried the pen and dropped the strokes on the table.

The old fisherman saw that Lian Ge had already put down his pen, and he didn't stop it anymore, and paused on the side.

The old lady also stood aside, looking at the table with the old fisherman.

......

Lian Ge carried a pen and ink and sketched on the table top.

The ink fell on the still greasy tabletop, not alienated, but as if it had fallen on the page, it was smudged.

The old fisherman raised his head and looked at Lian Ge, then looked down at the painting, but he didn't make a sound after all.

Lian Ge dipped the ink again, and the brushstrokes continued to fall on the table top.

As the ink smeared, smudged, a lake appeared near,

"This is Poyang Lake?"

The old fisherman looked at it and couldn't help but say,

Lian Ge didn't answer, and continued to sketch on the table,

A pen fell, and the room became quieter,

The old fisherman and the old lady stood aside, looking at the picture that gradually emerged from Lian Ge's pen,

Outside, the drizzle was still falling, and the water from the eaves was dragging down the tiles, ticking down the edge of the courtyard.

On the table top, outlined by brushstrokes,

The shore of the lake gradually became clear in the distance, and a fishing boat, a crane, and a continuous mountain appeared on the shore of the lake.

The fishing boats seem to be swaying gently with the waves of the lake, and the cranes seem to be hanging their heads, foraging for food in the shallow waters of the shore.

The mountains are smeared in layers, as if from one side to the other, from near to the horizon,

The pen moved, the ink continued to smear, and under the outline, behind the mountains by the lake, some people were gradually revealed.

Under the shade of the mountain, you can faintly see the tiled roofs of some houses, the courtyards, and the village path connecting the houses, as if they are standing on a high place overlooking.

The village behind the mountain loomed, Lian Ge held the pen and paused.

"That's a great drawing......

The old fisherman looked at the picture outlined in ink on the dining table, his eyes were a little distracted, and he muttered.

And at this very moment,

Outside the open door of the hall, a gust of wind poured in,

The door of the hall that blew open slammed,

At the same time, with a drizzle outside the house, invaded into the hall,

A lot of the rain fell on the table table,

One of them landed right on the window of a house that was faintly visible behind the mountains by the lake.

In the hall, under the light of the incandescent lamp, the drops of water shone brightly, which seemed to make some light faintly shine on the windows of the house.