Two years later, on the banks of the Xunyang River.

A man in a gray shirt sits at the stern of the boat.

Even a glance at his back from a distance makes him look like a person in the painting.

Suddenly, the fishing line in front of the man's eyes moved slightly, and the water waves rippled violently.

The pulling force of the fishing rod actually drove the body and the boat to shake lightly.

A sign of a big fish bite.

Chaohuang, who noticed that there was movement outside, immediately put down his pen and looked at the old man opposite: "Grandfather, my husband seems to have caught a fish, let's go and take a look?" ”

"Don't be in a hurry, the old man suddenly thought of a good sentence!"

After living in seclusion, the old general Shangguan Peng suddenly abandoned his military affairs for some reason.

Addicted to poetry.

I have to make a poem that will last for a hundred years.

It's even more enjoyable to do so.

In the past, he was obviously such a vigorous and resolute person with a fiery temperament, but now looking at the monotonous river, he can sit casually and motionless all day.

Chaohuang, who had beautiful handwriting and was specially pulled by Shangguan Peng to transcribe the poems, saw that his grandfather didn't look at her, so he suddenly moved his body quietly and jumped out of the boat.

When he saw the man at the stern of the boat, Chaohuang's eyes suddenly overflowed with love.

Holding the pile of poems in his hand, his eyes flashed with a streamer, he climbed onto the man's back affectionately, and said curiously: "Husband, is there a fish on the bait?" ”

"Chaochao, stand on the side, I'm afraid it's a big fish, I have to walk the hook!"

After the man softly coaxed his little wife, he quickly stood up, took two steps back, and slid the fishing rod in his hand back and forth, and his face under the hat was the appearance of the deceased god of war.

Of course, this is the living real god of war, Ye Bei.

"Husband, be careful!"

Chaohuang stood obediently aside, quietly waiting for the results of Ye Bei's resignation.

It was probably that the fish under the water was too big, and the splashing water was splashing, and even if he took two steps back towards the phoenix, the pile of papers he was holding in his hand was still mostly wet.

When he finally found out that Chaohuang had abandoned him and came to find a certain little rabbit cub, Shangguan Peng, who saw this scene, immediately felt distressed.

"Old man's poem! The old man's poems are wet! ”

Chaohuang didn't turn around when he heard it, he still stared at Ye Beici, who was still walking the hook, and playfully stuck out his tongue.

"Oh, grandfather, I'm afraid your boss has written thousands of poems in half a year, but we've been here for two years, but my husband hasn't caught a single fish, anyway, it's all poems, and it's wet!"

"That's his uselessness! How can you spoil the old man's poems! ”

Shangguan Peng's old general's old face turned red, and he couldn't get angry at his delicate and soft granddaughter-in-law, so he had to aim his artillery at the person with the lowest status in the family.

"Ye Beiqi, what's the matter with you? You can't even get a fish! ”

"Maternal grandfather... I..."Ye Beici, who fished diligently and had to endure the disaster of no reason, sighed helplessly.

Just as he wanted to remind his family, one big and one young, that he was fishing, but his grandfather glared at him.

"Don't me, I'll throw you down to feed the fish if you can't catch a fish today!"

"Yo ho! I'm afraid I'm going to drift on the river and sleep tonight! Chaohuang, who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, pointed to the right fingers, and the sparkle in her eyes exposed her schadenfreude clearly.

Ye Beici took Chaohuang as a treasure in his heart, and even sighed and was reluctant to sigh in his palm.

In order not to be sunk by the river tonight, Ye Beici turned around, silently slapped his palm into the water, and slapped the bad fish ashore.

Ahem...

He's not cheating...

At most... Fishing with skill!

Right!

That's right!

The corners of Ye Beici's eyes were crooked, and he happily invited Gong with the fish that had fainted: "Chaochao, grandfather, I caught a fish!" ”

Shangguan Peng: "...... "I'm blind when you are an old man?"

Chaohuang: "......" husband's skin is really getting thicker and thicker...