The north wind was fierce overnight, the sky was gray, and the thick snow was full of whiteness. On the snow, the small Zhang San'er curled up his back and walked against the whistling northwest wind. The thick snow rustled when stepping on it. The country roads are potholed and narrow, and if you step on the wrong one, your foot will sink in. I couldn't pull it up for a long time. Fortunately, Zhang San'er can come and go on this road with his eyes closed, so there are no accidents.

At this time, it was still very early, and the people in the village should still be in their dreams, and everyone did not eat or drink this year, so they could move less and move less, so as to save some physical strength and not be so hungry. The bitter northwest wind howled, and it cut the face like a knife, as if it was about to cut through the skin, pierce the clothes, and stab the body. The big padded jacket that has been worn for many years can't stop the wind. The body couldn't help but tremble, Zhang San'er shuddered, and hurriedly shrunk his head into the collar of his jacket. It seems to be feeling better.

Lonely cold, the eyes are white, and the darkness before dawn has a cold breath. The silence was suffocating, and at this moment, there was a sudden sound of running in his ears, Zhang San'er didn't wonder, who was it so early and what were you doing? Fortunately, the sky was slow to brighten up, Zhang San'er did not doubt it, and when he got closer, he saw that it was the little horse brother of the family running in a circle in the open space in front of his house, probably because he was afraid of the cold so he kept running. Wearing a tattered felt hat, a large cotton jacket tied with a wide belt, an old cigarette pouch diagonally stuck in his waist, and his nose snorted and snot.

Brother Xiao Ma saw Zhang San'er and asked, "Third brother, what are you going to do this early in the morning?" Without waiting for Zhang San'er to answer, he looked at Zhang San'er and said anxiously: "Huh" With the net, you want to go down to the river? On this snowy day, don't you want to die"?

Zhang San'er snorted in his nose.

"You're a fart, it's so windy, it's cold, look at who dares to go down"? The voices of northern men are so loud. Zhang San'er only felt that the snow on the trees around him was falling.

"Brother, I don't want to, but my mother has been sick for two days, she hasn't eaten or drunk, and her illness is getting worse and worse, and we don't have money and the doctor doesn't come, so I can only go down to the river to cast a few nets to try my luck, and if I'm lucky, I can catch a few fish, and I can find a doctor for her."

The eldest brother finished greeting the doctor's female family members before saying: "Third brother, it's cold and windy, I don't feel at ease if you go alone, so let's go with you, go to the river and watch you go down the river to cast a few nets, and then hurry up." ”

The brothers chatted without a word, and soon came to the Lihua River embankment, Zhang San'er looked at the rolling river, and said without looking back: "Brother, I'm here, give me the fishing nets, don't worry, I will only cast a few nets and come up, it's cold, you go back early." ”

couldn't hear Brother Xiaoma answer for a long time, Zhang San'er felt that the air suddenly became cold, and hurriedly looked back, but there was no shadow of Brother Xiaoma behind him. The fishing nets were scattered not far from Zhang San'er.

Zhang San'er only felt a chill on his body, goosebumps all over his body, and his feet were a little weak. Trembling, he shouted, "Brother...... "......The north wind is howling, and the fields are full of howling wind and white snow, and there is not the slightest figure of people." There are clear footprints of Zhang San'er on the snow on the way to the road, and Brother Xiao Ma seems to have never appeared.

must be dreaming, Zhang San'er was shocked and found a reason to convince himself. "Damn, unlucky" scolded a foul word to embolden himself, although the weather was cold, Zhang San'er's back was still soaked with cold sweat. He had an urge to run home, and Little Pony disappeared out of thin air.

After gasping for breath for a long time, Zhang San'er forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and kept hypnotizing himself, and the fear was finally overwhelmed by the illness of the old lady at home. Settle your mind with force. Pack up your nets and leave.

I didn't want to take two steps, but there was a screeching sound behind him, and Zhang San'er stumbled and fell on the snow. When I looked back in fear, it turned out that a branch had been crushed by the snow. He let out a sigh of relief from his chest, picked up his fishing net and walked towards the river.

At this time of the year, the river was covered by heavy snowfall, and it could freeze overnight on the surface of the river to run a horse-drawn carriage, and every time at that time, the villagers would come here with chisels to cut the ice, hook and fish, and sometimes, there would often be fish jumping up automatically. The Ewha River has become a shortcut between the two banks. I don't know why, the Ewha River didn't freeze all winter this year. The old people in the village said that it was weird, so Zhang San'er's mother, Liu, always strictly forbade the Zhang family's sole seedling not to go down to the river this winter. However, Liu's illness became more and more serious, so Zhang San'er secretly came early in the morning without telling his mother.

The snow on the river beach froze and was a little slippery, and Zhang San'er fell one foot deep and one foot shallow. After packing up the fishing boats by the river, I was surprised and delighted when I looked at the river.

There is a whole piece of white fish belly floating on the Pear Blossom River. God, what is it, a river of dead fish, there has never been such a spectacle in so many years.

The so-called relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water. Zhang San'er's family is a fisherman who lives by the Lihua River, and the small Lihua River can be touched through with their eyes closed. The river is just a small river, and although it is abundant, there is no food this year, and almost all the villagers in the vicinity have started fishing, and it has been sifted clean a long, long time ago. Where did all these fish come from today?

Without having time to think about this profound question, Zhang San'er put the boat on the river. Gently swaying the oars, although against the wind, the fishing boat still quickly drifted towards the dead fish. At the age of five, he began to rock the boat with his parents, and at the age of sixteen, Zhang San'er was already a master of rocking the boat. The small fishing boat went against the wind, and it was still very fast.

This season is the winter when the water drips into ice, and there is only one day, the fish should not be broken, you don't need to cast the net, Zhang San'er was excited: "This fish is mine, it's really God's eyes, my mother's illness has finally been settled." ”

In a moment, the boat arrived at the place where there were the most fish floating, Zhang San'er reached out and picked one up, but before he could get it, he smelled a foul smell. He hurriedly threw the fish far away. When it's so cold, the fish will spoil, what is the reason? Zhang San'er didn't give up, walked a little farther, and pulled up another one, which still stinks. A few more were fished, and they were all stinky too, and apparently, the fish were all bad. Zhang San'er secretly annoyed that he came late, and if he had come earlier, it wouldn't have stinked.

Maybe it's snowing, or it's too cold, only Zhang San'er's lonely fishing boat is floating on the Lihua River, and there is no time to think about what is wrong today, the boat is fluttering and swaying by itself, and Zhang San'er on the water is agile and agile, leaving this foul-smelling dead fish waters. Before you know it, the small fishing boat disappeared into the Ewha River.