"It's a ...... wind"

The wind howled, carrying the rain, pouring into the house,

The old fisherman turned sideways, blocked the wind, and moved away again.

"I'm going to close the door of the hall......"

As he spoke, the old fisherman went to the door, and against the wind, pulled the half door that was gently hitting the wall, and closed it.

Holding the door with one hand, and with his feet on the other, he pushed the deadbolt on the door up,

The half-door facing the dining table was closed, and the wind howling outside seemed to be blocked.

Although it still poured into the house, no rain was carried by the wind anymore, and it invaded towards the dining table.

"This wind, it's really just talking, it's not drenched......"

The old fisherman shook off the rain from his body, and as he spoke, he walked back to the table.

The words fell, and no one answered.

Lian Ge stood at the dining table, holding a pen, looking at the paintings on the table, and did not continue to fall.

The old lady on the side was distracted, looking at the painting in a daze.

The old fisherman walked to the table, looked at his wife, and looked at the words outlined in ink on the table.

Immediately afterwards, the old fisherman was also stunned.

The two old men leaned against each other and looked intently at the lights reflected in the painting, behind the mountain, on the window of the house, on the drops of water.

The lights in the house and the lights on the painting are intertwined, and they shine brightly, as if the painting is in someone's house, and the lights are also revealed.

It's just that the light is fleeting after all,

Another gust of wind passed through the half-door that had not yet been closed, and swept through the dining table,

The drops of water on the table couldn't help but tremble slightly, and the light reflected was like a dancing candle flame.

The old fisherman moved, as if trying to shield himself from the blowing wind,

But the drop of water still trembled a little more, and rolled down towards the table.

The old lady who looked at the painting with a great deal of fascination couldn't help but stretch out her hand to catch the drop of water,

"Da ......"

The droplets of water fell on the old lady's palm, and then quickly dispersed and disappeared, leaving only the slight wetness of the hand.

Raising her hand, the old lady stood stunned in place, lowered her head, and looked at her wet hand,

“...... Little sir, this painting ......"

The old fisherman raised his head, looked at Lian Ge, and opened his mouth,

Lian Ge didn't respond, looked at the painting on the table table, paused for a moment, and dropped the pen again.

......

The pen was stained with ink and fell on the painting on the table top,

Under the change and turning point of the brushstrokes, it is no longer the painting that resurfaces, but the lines of words.

The handwriting fell on the table, as if to obscure the painting,

Immediately afterwards, the word seemed to seep into the painting, into the dining table, slowly faded, and then completely disappeared.

Along the tabletop, covered with paintings, the brush in the singer falls from time to time,

The ink is smeared,

Lines of words appear in the pen and disappear in the painting.

The last line fell, and after a pause, Lian Ge put away his pen,

Put the pen aside, and then look at the table top,

On the table, there is still a lake, a crane, a fishing boat, a mountain, and a household.

......

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge glanced at the two old men who were still looking at the table with their eyes drawn,

Before he could say anything, Lian Ge turned around, looked at the still open half of the door, moved his steps, and walked over.

"Crunch ......"

Some old wooden doors made an old sound, and Lian Ge gently closed the half of the door.

The house is becoming quieter,

Only the sound of the drizzle on the roof tiles mixed with the sound of the wind lingering in the valley in the distance, and the incandescent lamp hanging on the roof, swaying slightly, swaying the shadows of a few people under the lamp,

“...... Little sir, this painting ......"

The old lady withdrew her gaze from the painting and looked at Lian Ge,

"It's our house?"

"Yes. ”

Lian Ge smiled slightly and walked back to the dining table,

“...... That's a really good drawing...... But this painting is too precious for us to ......," the old fisherman also raised his head and said to Lian Ge.

"Yes, little sir......" The old lady also looked at the painting, and said aloud,

"Two old men, you don't want me to carry this table away. Lian Ge smiled and said.

Hearing this, the old fisherman and the old lady turned their heads, and then looked at the words on the table,

“...... Thank you. ”

Looking at Lian Ge, the old fisherman was silent, but still nodded and thanked him.

Lian Ge smiled and didn't say anything more.

......

“...... Little sir, it is late at night, do you see if you are sitting in this hall for a while, or are you resting...... If you're resting, I'll take you to your room...... Hey, this is an old age, you can't be sleepy when you should be sleepy, and you are sleepy when you shouldn't. ”

Looking at the painting again, the old lady looked at Lian Ge and asked out loud,

"I'm tired, old man. ”

Lian Ge stood up again,

"Don't bother, don't bother......"

The old lady waved her hand and led Lian Ge towards the next room.

"On weekdays, there is no one at home, and there is no one living in this room, just before dinner, I cleaned it up, and took the quilt from the wardrobe, and the quilt cover is also washed, don't dislike it, little gentleman. ”

As she walked, the old lady said.

"I'm tired. ”

"Eh, little gentleman doesn't have to be so polite......"

......

"Then the little gentleman, if you need anything, shout, the old man and I live in the next room...... By the way, I'll bring you another pot of hot water, so you can drink it if you're thirsty at night. ”

“...... Then the little gentleman, you rest, and I will go out first, old woman. ”

Laughing, she went back and forth in the hall a few times, and after being busy for a while, the old lady took the door and walked out.

Retracting his gaze, Lian Ge turned his gaze and looked out of the window through the window in the room.

Outside the window, it was still drizzling, dripping on the roof tiles, making some slight noises.

In the distance, in the houses of the village, the lights are still lit up.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak......"

The little mouse on the side jumped on Lian Ge's shoulder again, turned his head, looked at the door of the room, and looked at the village in the rain through the window, and called at Lian Ge twice.

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge raised his head slightly, looked out the window in the distance, and did not respond.

"Squeak, squeak. ”

The mouse turned its head and barked twice,

Hearing this, Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the little mouse, and couldn't help but smile slightly,

"If you don't have a brush, pluck the hair from your body and make one. ”

"Squeak, squeak. ”

"You think that your meal was for nothing, and you deserve to suffer if you eat other people's food. ”

"Squeak, squeak!"

"I see you're not missing ......"

In the room, Lian Ge's words were mixed with the cries of the guinea pigs.

......

The next day, early in the morning,

After a night of rain, the roads in the village looked a little muddy, and the mountain breeze that carried water vapor after the rain blew from the other side of the village from time to time.

At the entrance of the village, an old fisherman in tube boots sent a cheap song,

"Old man, let's stop here, don't send it. ”

At the ramp of the road leading to the mountainside, Lian Ge paused and looked at the village behind him,

On the village road, some villagers who got up early to cultivate were coming and going, either carrying hoes, or carrying baskets, stepping on muddy roads, or walking towards the fields, or coming back from the fields.

From house to house, there is a little smoke, chickens and dogs barking, mixed with some insects and birds, from time to time.

"Send another one, I'll send you there, little gentleman, and then go back. The old fisherman said aloud.

Hearing this, Lian Ge just shook his head,

"That's it. ”

Lian Ge said, retracting his gaze from the distant village, and then looked at the old fisherman,

"Old man, don't go out to fish these days, try to stay at home. ”

After speaking, Lian Ge didn't explain again, turned around, and walked along the ramp, towards the outside of the village.

"Eh......"

The old fisherman stepped on his boots, took two steps, paused again, stood in place, and watched Lian Ge gradually walk away.

"Thank you......" the old fisherman whispered, turned around, and walked back home.

Moving his steps, Lian Ge walked along the ramp, and one person and one mouse gradually moved away.

Behind him, the old fisherman drifted away with the village.