At five o'clock in the morning, Duan Ping'an woke up on time, and once again looked at the firewood room where he had been lying for six years. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Duan Ping'an rubbed his nose gently, he knew that it was sent by Uncle Zhang, and he didn't catch a fish last night, so he was punished by Zhang Dafu and not allowed to eat dinner.

He smiled, shook his still somewhat drowsy head violently, struggled to get up a little reluctantly, and regardless of whether the food was cold or not, he lifted the bowl and ate it.

After a while, a bowl of rice was at the bottom, and he burped with some satisfaction......

opened the chai door and walked out of the gate of Zhang's house in the morning mist as usual.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm going fishing"

He closed the door and stood on tiptoe and shouted, although he hadn't heard back in six years, he thought he still needed to say something to Uncle Zhang.

He walked quietly through the dirt road in the village, and then came to this thatched house, doing what he had not stopped for six years, sharpening his knife, staring, turning around......

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At this time, he was already standing on the shore, his right hand unconsciously clenched the dagger in his sleeve, and the bloodshot in his right eye seemed to have skyrocketed countless times at this moment, and the green tendons in his right hand bulged unnaturally.

It took Duan Ping'an a few moments to calm down his angry mood, slowly relax, and hang his hand.

This small river, which may be called a lake, is a blood-dripping existence in Duan Ping'an's heart.

He walked slowly across the still misty riverside and onto the small fishing boat.

Holding up an artemisia as usual, the boat swung into the lake.

On this day, Duan Ping'an still didn't fish, in fact, in the past six years, he has hardly fished once, he swung the boat into the lake, let the boat go with the wind, with the flowing water, with the waves, his eyes staring at the river, in this river full of light mist, I don't know what he was looking for.

I don't know how long it took, maybe Duan Ping'an's mood was much better, and there was a song from the river that was not particularly melodious, in this empty mountain, floating, light poplar.

Duan Ping'an's figure disappeared into the fog, and the ship swung into the depths......

The sun is coming, warm as a torch, pouring down, and on the mountain road in the distance, there are birds flapping their wings around the nest from time to time.

At this time, there seemed to be a trace of undercurrent in the Chutian River, like a fish about to jump out of the water, and it became a little restless.

Many fish in the river were even more alarmed, and exploded in all directions with a bang, and the atmosphere in the river seemed a little strange for a while, with a deep fear and a trace of incomprehensible dead silence.

Duan Ping'an was still humming a ballad, like a leisurely hermit, swinging a boat in the river.

Suddenly, many small fish swam over strangely, but at a strange speed, like arrows off the string, they fled into the distance in an instant.

Duan Ping'an had never seen such a scene, he could catch a fish by reaching out, but the fish's body was quite slippery, Duan Ping'an finally caught one, and was weirdly slid away by the fish, splashing countless splashes in the water.

Duan Ping'an looked at the countless small fish in the water, and muttered to himself, "You, are you finally here?"

A strange smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, his right hand gripped the dagger tightly, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Gazing into the distance of the river, it seems as if waiting for something.

In fact, he didn't know if the thing he had been looking for for six years existed.

He just knew that he had to find it.

The shallow swimming fish didn't last long, and almost in the blink of an eye, countless fish sank back to the bottom, and the surface of the water calmed down again, as if nothing had happened.

The breeze gradually subsided, the boat swayed lightly, Duan Ping'an's angry red eyes slowly calmed down, and the right hand holding the dagger slowly relaxed with the breeze and the calm river.

A lot of strange things have happened in the river in the past few days, and Duan Ping'an just feels that the dagger is about to be pulled out.

Squatting up, he looked at the basket full of fish, and his mood was much better, and there were still many fish in the boat struggling, twisting their bodies that were originally just used for parades.

Duan Ping'an smiled silently, but the smile was a little bitter, these fish were shaking desperately in their exhausted lives, resisting the ghost fire of death in the last breath of their lives, which was much more ridiculous than the moths that pounced on the flames.

I don't know why, Duan Ping'an suddenly felt a sense of sympathy, looking at the fish that was constantly struggling, his heart was flooded with a trace of indescribable pain, as if he had seen himself all these years......

He looked at the fish in the basket, and then at the fish in the boat, how they came up, he didn't know, perhaps, the fish that had just rushed over.

I don't know how long it took, maybe those fish really didn't have the strength to struggle, Duan Ping'an rolled up his sleeves, bent down, picked up a fish that was still struggling desperately, and threw it towards the river.

"Plop" fell into the river, Duan Ping'an could clearly see the embarrassed figure of the fish swimming wildly after returning to the river, for fear that Duan Ping'an would come back and catch it.

With the increase in the sound of plopping, countless fish were sent back to the river by Duan Ping'an, watching the fish on the boat decrease one by one, he did not have a trace of loss, as if it was not the fish in his hand that was rescued but himself, looking at the returning fish, he actually felt a trace of indescribable relief...

The light fog in the river slowly dissipated, and you could clearly see the lush and tall trees on the shore, and the boat was unconsciously leaning towards the shore.

There was a small hand waving towards Duan Ping'an from a distance by the river, it was a little girl who was only eleven years old, her body was a little chubby, and she looked very cute.

Her hair was braided into a ponytail and lay quietly behind her, a pair of smart big eyes full of lingering smiles, a slightly childish face like a budding flower bone, it looks very pure, and her body is a white Luo skirt that doesn't look particularly gorgeous, if she is given a few more years, she will definitely be a beauty in the city.

It's just that the little girl's smile is a little stiff......

Duan Ping'an saw the girl from a distance, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face, he didn't find the trace of stiffness, nor did he find the deep helplessness in the little girl's eyes, and naturally he didn't find that the little girl's eyes were slightly red.

Slowly swinging the boat to the shore, he smiled at the little girl: "Come up"

In fact, Duan Ping'an was only one year older than her, but his slightly calm eyes made him look much more mature, she didn't know the girl's name, she only knew that the girl appeared here every day, and it had been three years.

The girl lifted the hem of her skirt, lifted her ponytail high behind her, jumped into the boat, looked around the small boat, and then sat down on the edge of the boat, took off her embroidered shoes, and soaked her fair and immature feet in the cool water.

This is the birthplace of the Chutian River, and the water quality is very quiet.

Duan Ping'an watched her finish everything, and after confirming that there was no problem, he swung the boat into the center of the river.

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