Guan Lang stood in the shade of the tree with his eyes open, his eyes waiting for the fishing rod not far away, for fear that the fish would suddenly come and he would miss it.

Lao Song stood next to him and looked at the scenery, and said: "There is no urgency in fishing, sometimes it depends on a little luck, and it is common to not be able to catch anything." ”

Wait, he understands the reason, but you didn't seem to say that. Guan Lang recalled Lao Song's confident words before the start.

"But don't worry, here's the spot I picked up, sit down, and any fool can catch a big fish. Old Song reassured. "And according to the weather forecast, it will be sunny to cloudy to showers today, and if it rains lightly and then clears, this fish will be easy to catch. ”

Guan Lang nodded, he himself is not in a hurry, but he is a novice in fishing and has no experience.

The ancients also liked fishing.

But they call it fishing.

The seven-foot green pole is a zhang of silk, and the wind blows in the leaves of the mushroom. A few times he raised his hand to throw the bait, startling the beach ducks.

Spring fishing is not really for those few taels of fresh meat, but more to enjoy the refreshing wild fun and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

On a bright spring day, the sparkling clear waves, the aquatic plants and leaves are swaying in the water, and every breath of air seems to be fragrant with flowers, which is very pleasant.

Guan Lang sat idly, blowing the wind, and suddenly he could understand this leisurely artistic conception a little.

After sitting idly for about ten minutes, the float on the water, which had been steady all along, suddenly shook slightly.

Guan Lang and Lao Song both noticed.

"Don't worry, take a look again, maybe it's just a small trash fish making a hook. "Old Song sat firmly on the Diaoyutai platform.

Guan Lang nodded as if he understood, since Lao Song said so, then wait.

Guan Lang stared at the buoy, which began to slowly move upward, tilting towards the center of the pool.

"It's supposed to be a bite, and you can reel in the rod. Lao Song nodded at Guan Lang. "Take the fish away, remember. ”

Guan Lang slowly retracted the rod and gently pulled the hook, as far as possible not to cause too much frightening to the fish.

The fish in the wild are all nests one by one, and he has to stabilize the fish later, but he can't scare the fish away.

Guan Lang controlled the rhythm according to the starting skills taught by the old Song Dynasty before.

There was no surprise, Guan Lang lifted the fish out of the water.

It's a fish that's slightly bigger than a palm.

Guan Lang was a little surprised, he didn't expect it to be so smooth.

Old man Song was also a little stunned.

He was originally ready to help Guan Lang pull the rod, but he didn't expect Guan Lang to learn so quickly, just looking at the movements, it was hard to believe that this was a novice who was fishing for the first time.

This palm-sized fish is black and fat, shuttle-shaped, tall and flattened, and Guan Lang recognized its species at a glance.

He often takes care of its business in the wet market.

"Senior, what kind of fish is this?" Tang Tang followed around with excitement on his face.

She rarely sees live fish with her own eyes, and most of the fish that appear in her eyes are food cooked on the dinner table.

"It's crucian carp. Guan Lang replied.

"Oh, crucian carp. Tang Tang pondered for a while, and then remembered that this was a kind of food she didn't like to eat very much, and it was troublesome to eat it with too many thorns.

"The senior is so good, I caught it on my first fishing. Tang Tang said with emotion, the senior can fish and cook fish, which is really excellent! Unlike her, she can only eat fish.

Lao Song gave Guan Lang a white bucket of fish.

Just after Guan Lang had the illusion that fishing was actually very simple, reality gave him a blow to the head.

For the next two hours, he didn't catch a second fish.

The hook didn't shake much, and it was very quiet.

The three of them sat in the shade of a tree and looked at the sky.

"There's no way it's hot at noon, as the saying goes, it's hard for the gods to catch noon fish. Lao Song said comfortingly.

Guan Lang smiled, after all, reality is not as good as the game, no matter what time in the game, as long as you click the "start" button, it won't be long before a fish bites the hook, and then a progress bar appears to give him "wrestling", and reality will not be smooth sailing.

After collecting their things, the three of them slowly walked towards the scenic spot in the city.

Find a place to eat first, and rest for a while, anyway, you can't catch fish during this time.

After finding a noodle restaurant, Guan Lang ordered a large wonton with fresh meat and mustard greens, Tang Tang followed him, and Lao Song ordered a bowl of beef noodles.

At this time, it was a meal, and the store was full of people, many of whom were still Guan Lang's classmates, carrying schoolbags and a notebook, looking at the dust and sweating, like a drawing dog.

This group of classmates belongs to the kind of situation where Guan Lang is familiar and knows that he is a student of his department, but it is limited to this.

They also saw Guan Lang, as a famous courtyard grass in the School of Architecture, and even the school grass of Tiannan University secretly passed on by female students, Guan Lang is much more well-known in the college than he imagined.

Guan Lang couldn't call out their names, so he could only smile and nod at each other.

A few boys looked at the notebook in their hands, and then at Guan Lang, wearing a sunhat, with a small bucket of fish swimming in it at his feet, and a pile of fishing tackle.

Something seems to be wrong?

Are you really here to visit and practice? There are also an old man and a young man sitting next to him, looking as if the three of them are traveling together.

Why are they students of the same academy, they are constructing nodes with the big sun painting, and Guan Lang can run away to fish leisurely? They felt the deep malice of this world.

Guan Lang didn't know the psychological trauma he caused to the classmates at the next table, so he just buried his head in eating wontons.

The wonton taste is average, the clear soup is not watery, and the meat is not very fresh. If he goes into the kitchen, it must be much better than here.

However, the common problem of restaurants in the scenic spot is like this, except for the two chain giants of Kaifeng Cuisine and Golden Arches, the others are crowded and expensive and unpalatable, with all the shortcomings, but they can still make a lot of money.

Guan Lang secretly condemned in his heart, but there was no way, in this wilderness, there was only one scenic spot nearby, and there was no better place to eat.

Guan Lang went to the front desk in advance to scan the code and settle the account, and the three of them added up to a total of one hundred and twenty yuan, which is very expensive!

Although it has not yet reached the level of a black-hearted shop in the news, its price also seriously does not match the taste.

After a less than satisfying lunch, Guan Lang then returned to the pond to fish.

The weather forecast may not be lying, and after only an hour, the sky has already completed the transition from clear to cloudy, and at this time it is dense with cumulus clouds and the air is a little stuffy.

Sitting on the bench, Guan Lang used a branch to stir the turbid water in the bucket boringly, and never fished, which made him feel a little depressed.

Isn't his first side quest a failure going to happen here?

The sky was getting dark quickly, and Guan Lang helped pack up the fishing gear and prepare to leave.

Before he could finish cleaning up, the raindrops in the sky suddenly fell and turned into a curtain of rain.

The rain splashed on the ground with a "beating" sound, and the people around them dispersed in a panic, and the sound of footsteps and rain blended together.

Tang Tang took out the small pink umbrella in his bag, opened it, and put it on top of Guan Lang and her heads.

"Senior, you stand in a little bit, don't get drenched in the rain. Tang Tang reminded softly, and the umbrella quietly tilted towards Guan Lang.

The lonely old man Song silently took out a folding umbrella and propped it up above his head.

Actually, he still has an umbrella in his bag, but he doesn't take it out at such a time.

His old Song never does anything lacking in morality!