Lin Yi had nothing with him, probably lost when he fell into the water. During this special period, he did not have a household registration and a letter of introduction from his unit, so it could be said that it was difficult to move an inch. And kind-hearted people like Xiang's father and daughter are probably not easy to meet. So as long as the owner of the boat doesn't pick up people, he will follow the boat silently and go down the river.

When the ship is moored at night, the cabin is cramped, and it is very inconvenient to sleep. The clothes are sticky and sticky to the body, which is very uncomfortable. Through the thin curtain, you can not only smell the fragrance of the girl, but also hear the thunderous snoring of Uncle Xiang.

Sometimes, Sunflower also has to row on shifts, so that the tired Uncle Xiang can rest for a while.

Seeing the girl shaking the pulp under the scorching sun, Lin Yi took a hat and tried to help. But the bump of the boat made him very uncomfortable, and he couldn't stand steadily. Under his hands, the fishing boats would often drift sideways, but they did not help.

"If it's a car, it's a beautiful drift," Lin Yi could only comfort himself.

After a day and two nights, the boat sailed into the Pearl River. Xiang Sunhua pointed to a beach in the distance and said, "Abba, do you want to go there to dry your fishing nets?"

Promise to the uncle and row the boat to the east bank of the river. On the beach, he was busy stretching his net to mend it. The maiden took out a few sticks, set up a stand beside the canopy, and put her clothes on to dry.

Lin Yi was in the cramped cabin, and he felt very stuffy after a long time. He looked around, and there was nothing he could do to help. While stretching his stiff body, he walked around and enjoyed the rare scenery of the mountains and rivers in the later generations.

The fresh air here made Lin Yi very intoxicated. There was a flash of light in the bushes, as if someone was there, shaking his eyes in a mirror or with a cell phone. Lin Yi became curious, and walked over there, wanting to see who it was, or what treasures there were?

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha horn suddenly sounded, startling Lin Yi.

Another voice of explanation came from the grass: "The little monk is convenient here, don't let the pickled anger collide with the donor." ”

Lin Yi understood the previous Buddhist greeting. The latter words were accented in such a strong tone that he didn't understand. But the voice was slightly childish, and he stopped and waited patiently.

After a while, a small monk in a shabby monk's robe turned out from behind the bushes. He was just above Lin Yi's waist, he looked eight or nine years old, and he was thin and slender.

The little monk clasped his hands together and saluted Lin Yi: "The little monk ate wild vegetables and broke his stomach, and he collided with the donor, which is rude!"

Lin Yi learned from the little monk and returned a Buddhist salute. Then he signaled that he couldn't understand Cantonese, and the little monk repeated what he had just said in Guangpu, which was not easy to understand.

This time, Lin Yi was able to understand a little. Then he replied curiously, "It's okay." What do you call Little Master? Are you here alone? Where is your Master?"

The little monk childishly touched his bald head and said, "The donor can call the little monk generous." ”

Lin Yi was dressed in army green, and in order to shade the sun, he had a big hat on his head. This made the little monk confused for a while, and he couldn't figure out whether it was a fisherman, an educated youth, or a Red Guard.

Seeing that Lin Yi did not reject the Buddha's rites and Buddha names, the little monk hesitated slightly and replied, "My master has passed away." Before leaving, he asked the little monk to find a quiet place. ”

At this moment, Xiang Sunflower's inquiry voice came from behind: "Who are you talking to?"

Lin Yi turned sideways and let the generous little monk out.

Dafang stepped forward and gave a salute. As soon as he finished saying hello, his stomach rumbled, which made him a little embarrassed.

"Little Master, my fishing boat is over there, why don't you go and have a meal?" asked the girl.

"Thank you, donor. Dafang seemed to be really hungry, and he was not polite, and followed him back to the beach.

There was already a pot stove next to the boat, and the sweet smell of sweet potatoes wafted from it. Lin Yi sniffed and felt a spasm in his abdomen. Drinking gruel and nibbling on dead dough cakes for several days in a row allowed him to get rid of the anorexia in his previous life and re-experience the taste of what he wanted to eat.

I don't know why, the father and daughter of the Xiang family hardly fish, and are always in a hurry. Their fishermen don't care, but they suffer Lin Yi, a 'city man'.

Sunflower introduced the little monk to her father. He said something to Uncle Xiang rarely, and then beckoned him to sit down and eat.

The girl served sweet potato porridge to everyone, and when it was Lin Yi's turn, she winked at him and asked mischievously: "I heard you tossing and turning last night, you were so hungry that you couldn't sleep, right?"

She handed over the bowl and said thoughtfully: "You northerners are all big-bellied men, and you have sweet potatoes today, so you should be able to eat a full meal." ”

Lin Yi came from the north in his last life, and he didn't know it in this life! He didn't care about the embarrassment, and hurriedly asked, "How do you know that I am from the north?"

Xiang Yang said while serving herself porridge: "Southerners are either Sven or black and thin, and there are few people as tall as you." My teacher has been to the north and said that without thick bones, a person cannot withstand a snowstorm on the grassland. He is from Nanjing, and he speaks Mandarin differently than you. He said that he always used children's voice, which is BJ Mandarin. ”

Listening to the tone, the girl seemed to admire her teacher.

At this time, her eyes were bent into crescent moons, and she said with a smile: "If you were a southerner, you would never treat the rocking of the boat as an earthquake!"

Lin Yi couldn't refute it, he could only say in his heart that this was all a conditioned reflex caused by the earthquake drills in later generations. In order to avoid embarrassment or saying the wrong thing, he quickly changed the topic to the little monk.

The three of them communicated in Cantonese, which Lin Yi couldn't understand. Anyway, in the end, the generous little monk also got on the boat in a daze.

After eating, putting away the nets and clothes, and replenishing the fresh water, the boat set off again. Because Lin Yi was not durable to the sun, he hid in the cabin and chatted with the little monk.

Speaking of the problem of bee venom, the little monk suggested: "Master has taught me a breathing method, which can calm the mind and go to fire, which may be useful. ”

Lin Yi was very interested, so he asked: "Can you fly the eaves and walk on the wall after learning it, and hit ten of them one by one?"

"How can there be such a miracle! It is a means to help monks settle down, especially young monks with uncertain minds. The little monk was a little embarrassed and touched his little head

"Oh......" Lin Yi was a little disappointed when he heard this. But thinking of the itching when bee venom attacks, and the depression of not being able to enjoy the sunshine to the fullest, I think it's better to learn, and don't you feel pressured by art!

The little monk explained it in detail, and then demonstrated the six-character Da Ming mantra "Hum, Ma, Ng, Bei, Mi, Hu", with the method of breathing, and then instructed Lin Yi to practice.

With the soft chanting of the wind and waves outside, Lin Yi practiced step by step. Although he was only a beginner, he felt that it was fun to focus on his breathing!

This breathing method is a bit like self-hypnosis, and it really has some effects. In the past few days, because of the hot and humid weather, Lin Yi's heart has been rising. And now, with the calm of the heart, the five hearts are no longer hot, and the palms of the hands and feet are finally a little cold.