Chapter 2: The Fisherman Gets a Son

The small fishing village in summer, against the backdrop of the morning sun spitting out of the sea, looks particularly quiet and peaceful. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoThe old fisherman Xuanhai, who has been fishing for 30 years, picked up his fishing net as usual, took a few pieces of dry food and the wine jug that seemed to have gone through an unknown number of years, rolled up the corners of his pants, and came to the beach. "Lao Hai, where are you going to make a fortune today! I heard that there is goods on Feixia Island, and Lao Jiang also caught a glow-in-the-dark fish there! Sold 2 gold coins!" Hearing the shouts of his old fisherman Ling Shu, the old fisherman gave him a blank look and jumped on the small fishing boat without turning a deaf ear. As the sound of the wooden paddle hitting the water became smaller and smaller, Ling Shu, who had a disdainful face, just clapped his hands and didn't say anything.

"There's a glow-in-the-dark fish, it's worth 2 gold coins! Lao Jiang, that guy is really unlucky! No matter, let's try our luck today!" The old fisherman sitting on the fishing boat was sipping old wine and thinking about how to make a small fortune.

Feixia Island is named because when the sun sinks in the west, you can often see colorful glow on the island, and it is as beautiful as flying colorful clothes. This small island covers a small area, only a few square kilometers in size. But the waters around him are teeming with a variety of fish, and the glow-in-the-dark fish is one of the most popular. The thought of the glow-in-the-dark fish that could glow with dazzling brilliance in the dark night made the old fisherman's paddle a little stronger. It was almost noon, and the old fisherman's boat still hadn't finished the only 100 or so nautical miles. Looking at the flashing clippers in the distance, the old fisherman's desire for glow-in-the-dark fish was a little more.

"Lao Hai, aren't you coming? Why, I can't resist the temptation!" Ling Shu saw the old fisherman who had arrived belatedly, and it was another series of cannon-like bombardments.

"Don't worry about me, no matter how many people there are, I'll stay here for a while!" Facing the eyes full of all kinds of fishing boats, the old fisherman Xuanhai said angrily.

Speaking of which, the waters around Feixia Island are not small, but everyone is concentrated in the south of the island, not for anything else, just because this is the place where the fisherman surnamed Jiang caught the glow-in-the-dark fish. I saw that everyone was stuck in a sea area. The old fisherman rocked his boat to the northeast side of the island. Sheltered by a few small peaks on the island, the northeast sea was obviously a little cold, and after casting a few nets, the old fisherman only caught a few ordinary trash fish. The dream of getting rich in my heart seems too small in the face of reality. An hour later, the old fisherman's boat came to rest at the foot of a hill directly north of the island. Because here, the old fisherman stinks to the smell of nine-flowered fish. Nine flower fish is a famous local delicacy, because it lives in the impact of sea water and stone Ya, the meat is tender and fragrant, and the nine flowers bloom, like a work of art, is a must-have dish when the big family holds a family banquet. Rushing forward, casting nets, and collecting fish, the old fisherman was very busy. In less than two quarters of an hour, three nine-flowered fish fell into the old fisherman's basket, the largest weighing 10 catties. Under the impetus of the inexplicable force, the turbulent sea water shot towards the cliff desperately, with a magnificent momentum and a roaring sound that shook the sky. After two sips of wine and a few glances up at the sun, the old fisherman realized that it was time to sail back. Spending the night at sea on such a small fishing boat is no trivial task. Legend has it that there are strange monsters in the depths of the sea, which often swim in the sea at night. With his decision in mind, the old fisherman paddled his oars and began to adjust his course. However, when the old fisherman looked back at the mountain and said goodbye to the blessed land, a red round object on the water at the edge of the mountain attracted him. Go check it out, maybe it's some kind of baby! A few minutes later, the old fisherman approached the red package. Just as the old man was about to pick it up, a sudden change occurred. A large mutant seagull (known locally as the magic gull) descended from the sky and snatched the red package away with a single swoop. At the moment when the red linen cloth was blown by the wind, the old fisherman clearly saw that a chubby baby was being wrapped.

"Bastard, put down the child!" No matter how hysterical the old man shouted, the demon gull just didn't let go, and a few spread its wings and flew to an ancient tree on the hanging edge.

"This is a gift from heaven, you can't snatch him!" The old fisherman said as he brought the boat closer to the edge of the overhang. Standing in the rickety boat, the old fisherman took his bow and arrow from one of the cranking boards of the boat. To shoot or not to shoot, the old man hesitated. Although it may seem like a distance of less than 50 meters, it is too difficult to ensure that the baby does not get hurt. Perhaps the Gull's home is in the ancient tree, and its sharp eyes are always only the boat fluttering at the bottom of the mountain. The clock ticks by. After about a quarter of an hour, the old fisherman finally made up his mind. I saw that he aimed his full strong bow at the magic gull, and as his heartbeat continued to accelerate, with a whoosh, the arrow went straight to the demon gull like a meteor. Seeing the sharp arrow coming, the demon gull quickly soared, but it was still half a minute slower. With a snort, the arrow shot directly off the junction where the magic gull picked up the package. With a chirp, the demon gull instinctively soared into the sky and fled. The red package, on the other hand, is in free fall from a 50-meter-high hanging tree. It's too late, it's fast, and it's only a matter of moments from the old man letting the arrow to the gull flying and falling. The old fisherman, seeing that something was wrong, threw away his bow and arrows, and swooped down in the direction where the package fell. With a plop, the old man who caught the package fell into the sea in a volley. The old fisherman, who has been working with the sea for more than 30 years, finally climbed onto the boat with a red package after 6 minutes of hard work. Wiping the seawater from his face and carefully looking at the baby in front of him, the more the old fisherman looked at it, the more he liked it. "Anyone? Anyone? Whose child is this?" The old fisherman shouted for a while, and when there was no reply, he happily put the baby into his boat. The mood of returning home is super good, because the old fisherman not only caught a valuable nine-flowered fish, but also picked up a big fat boy, which is a blessing from God for him who is alone.

"My name is Xuanhai, and you are the precious son given to me by God, so I will call you Xuantian!" When he returned home, the old fisherman looked at the chubby little boy and muttered to himself and laughed.

"I heard that you hit the nine-flowered fish, why don't you squeak! Let's have fun together!" As soon as he entered the courtyard, Ling Shu hit Xuanhai with some unhappiness.

"Shut your foul mouth, I won't tell you if there are good fish! If a clipper goes out to sea, it won't squeak me first, the white-eyed wolf will know how to rub my wine and drink!" Sorting out the fishing net in his hand, but his mouth is fighting back like a cannon.

"Lao Hai, drink some wine from you, that's our brothers! Let's go, let's go inside and take a sip or two!"

"Stop, there's no alcohol today!"

"Lao Hai, you won't stop drinking here for many years, and you won't be able to make ideas if you lie. Isn't it a golden house?"

Looking at Ling Shu with an obscene face, Xuan Hai stopped what he was doing and grabbed him. Said seriously, "Old fellow, I have a son." His name is Xuantian. It's right in the house. ”

A few words from the pit did not kill Ling Shulei. "You have a child, who is the child's mother? When is it, how do I not know ......" A series of questions suddenly stunned Xuanhai.

"I picked it up from the sea! But, it's chubby, it's cute, be my godson!"

A few baby cries are particularly striking in the sound of "dry dry dry" clinking bowls.

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