The person who talked to Ye Qian was an old fisherman who had experienced countless ups and downs.

His complexion is dark, his face is full of traces left by the years, the complexion on his hands is extremely rough, as if it is old bark, some wounds and old scars that cannot be healed, and there are some turbidity in his eyes, which is the calmness formed by the world in it, just looking at his appearance, he looks seventy or eighty years old, and his long-term seaside fishing career makes him more vicissitudes of life than his peers.

When Gu Yang saw him, he was leisurely lighting the hookah that was very popular in this area, the matches fell steadily in the groove, bringing up the smoke of the mist, even at such an advanced age, the old fisherman's hand was still very steady, holding the long hookah, but very leisurely.

Seeing Gu Yang coming, Ye Qian beckoned to him and said to the old man modestly: "Hello, old man, this is my student, who traveled with me. ”

Gu Yang approached, there was a faint fishy smell from the old fisherman's body, a slightly unnatural wrinkled nose, not very comfortable, politely greeted: "Hello, old man, please take care of me when we meet for the first time." ”

It was the smell of the other party's perennial career, even if the other party had not been in the sea for many years, he could still smell it, even if he felt a little nasal, Gu Yang did not walk aside in disgust, but saluted freely.

The old fisherman smiled at him, saluted a little flusteredly, and took a low bamboo stool to Gu Yang: "You are all cultural people, I don't know much about etiquette, old man, I laughed." ”

Gu Yang smiled and said no, no, took the stool, and sat down next to him.

In the past month or so of his travels, he has often seen Ye Qian chatting with some people who have survived in the places he has traveled, and he has learned some experiences and stories from their mouths, and he is listening. Gu Yang also got a lot and felt a lot.

Seeing that his disciple had arrived, the master of Chinese studies turned his head and said cordially: "Then, old man, let's continue the topic just now." How many years have you been here? ”

The old fisherman took a hard puff, and exhaled with a thick smoke: "This number is not clear, since I have a memory in my head, I have stayed here by the sea, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the sea to eat the sea, I have eaten for so many years unconsciously, and in the days of the past few years, I still have my grandson to stay here with me." Later, when the children of the family became rich and bought a house in the city, they took their grandson over. His son is still very good and very filial. Thinking about me, he will send me something during the New Year's holidays. Although I always say that it is wasteful, my heart is still warm. ”

He spoke with a local dialect accent, but it was full of breath and sounded a unique sonorous intonation.

"Then you don't feel lonely when you've been alone for so long?"

"Hey, lonely or something. I can't talk about it, I've been here for so many years, and I still care about that? Twenty years ago, my wife passed away because of cancer, and now that the child has grown up, my heart is over. I can live for as long as I can, and sometimes, I am happy to think about the glorious things of the past. ”

The old fisherman was quite open-minded about his life, and when he talked about life and death, he just laughed it off.

Listening to this, Gu Yang couldn't help but be in awe.

The size of a person's achievements lies in the fact that he may not be well-known in society, but this does not mean that he does not have great wisdom in life.

Such a thought suddenly flowed in his heart, he did not speak, remained silent, and continued to listen to the conversation between Teacher Ye Qian and the old fisherman.

"Sir, I don't know if you have any memories of the past, can you tell it and listen to it?"

"This ......"

Under Ye Qian's question, the old fisherman looked up at the clouds that were red through half the sky in the west, and fell into a state of remembrance.

"The most memorable thing is a fishing trip fifteen years ago, when I caught the biggest fish I have ever caught in my life, and I fought with that fish for two days."

"Oh? Can you elaborate on that? ”

"At that time, I basically gave up the fishing business, my son went out to work, there was no one at home, there was nothing to do, I was really suffocated, I was ready to go out to fish to see, the fishing methods of that year were not as mature as they are now, and there were basically no tools at that time, with bait and some fishing things that must be bringed, I set off."

"In the previous half of the day, I only caught some small fish, and there was no specific harvest or special signs. Suddenly, a big fish was hooked, it was the biggest fish I had ever seen in my life, it was as tall as an adult, and it was very strong, and I almost didn't lift my boat at that time, but I was not convinced, the old man, people can't be defeated by fish, so I kept dying with the fish, and I stayed up for a whole day and a night, and there was a rain in the middle, but I still survived. ”

"And then, did you catch the fish?"

Gu Yang, who had not spoken, couldn't help but ask, and after asking the question, he waited for the old man's answer.

He was very interested in the results of the old man's fishing.

"Later, alas, alas, alas."

The old fisherman's tone was a little regretful, he took a puff of cigarette, and after spitting it out heavily, he said the result, "At that time, the big fish was in a stalemate with me for too long, because the time was too long, and there was a lot of blood, which attracted sharks, and there was more than one, black pressing, it is estimated that there were seven or eight, I desperately killed two, and the meat was still eaten by the shark, leaving only a skeleton and half a fish head to bring back, when I came back, the villagers were surprised, thinking that I brought back the skeleton of a shark, I said what kind of fish is this, Tuna is still something, people are old, I don't remember it clearly, some people still don't believe it, when the skeleton was put on the beach for three or four days, zuihou, it was washed away by the waves. ”

After saying this, the old fisherman sighed deeply, and did not smoke again, only sporadic sparks dotted at the bottom of the hookah.

The sound of the tide in the distance, which seemed to be extremely far away and seemed to be extremely close, lapped the sand on the beach, causing the three of them to fall into a kind of silence at this moment.

"Actually, it's the process that matters, not the result, right, sir?"

After being silent for a while, Ye Qian spoke up and gave an evaluation in admiration, "This is a very haode life story." ”

The old fisherman smiled and nodded yes.

And Gu Yang was on the side, but he was enlightened.

After chatting with the old fisherman for a while, the sunset on the horizon had already lowered the horizon, night had fallen, and soon they couldn't see anything five meters away, Ye Qian and Gu Yang said goodbye to the old man and walked towards their temporary residence.

After walking a few steps, Ye Qian suddenly asked the young man: "What do you think of that story?" ”

Gu Yang was stunned for a moment, and replied: "It's a very haode story, I see indomitability, resistance and hope in it. ”

Ye Qian smiled lightly and said with emotion: "Yes, that's true, the old gentleman has been here all his life, and he hasn't taken a step, but there is still a part that shocks us. ”

Gu Yang smiled and nodded in agreement, expressing his approval, but the fluctuations in his heart never stopped.

After finishing chatting, Gu Yang returned to his bedroom, where there were no entertainment facilities, only a laptop that he never left, and a few potted plants growing in the window, and the sea breeze blew, making the room refreshed.

After freshening up, he felt a little more relaxed, and he sat down in front of his computer, flipped the switch, and began to crack and type.

After this experience from the old man's mouth, the boy had already thought about what he would write on the physical book he would come out after his travels.

As he and Ye Qian, a master of Chinese studies, said before, unyielding, struggle and hope.

"This is a story of an old man and the sea."

He muttered a sentence in his mouth, and the sound of the laptop keyboard being tapped, like rhythmic notes, drifting in the night wind.

A short but unusually heavy masterpiece is about to be born in this parallel shijie. (To be continued......)