There is a layer of mist on the surface of the Yangtze River, the sun shines through the fog and is white, when he sees the group of children running over, the tangerine peel that is blowing in the cold wind by the river is a little tired, he straightens the bamboo pole in his hand, retracts his neck into the Mai, leans against the tree and wants to continue the previous nap.

Before, he was dreaming, dreaming that he was on the beach, watching the fishing boat come back, and when the sea fishing returned to the boat, it was a big event, many people died at sea, and some women and wives who were waiting for the boat on the beach could not wait to return to the boat, and Chen Pi looked at their expressions. Watch them go from hope to despair until the sun sets over the sea.

The children stopped beside him again, and looked at Chen Pi curiously, this beggar had been sitting here for a day, and had not seen him catch a fish, and had slept all day, and had not even lifted the fishing rod for half a minute, and it was lazy enough for those who asked for food not to wander around the market, and they were so lazy to fish by the river, their parents had already talked about them.

The children on the side threw stone seeds into the river, and many of them fell on the surface of the lake in front of the tangerine peel. began to sing around him: lazy to eat, hungry belly, copper coins rolled into the Yangtze River, mothers who want food, good lazy; The water for washing the feet, adjusting the poop, rubbing the twist flowers on the body, and paying homage to the Bodhisattva with the lid of the bucket. Chen Pi didn't get angry, the accent of the riverside begging for life was very mixed, and he didn't understand it very well, these were the children of the fiber, the father was a slender man on the shore, and other people were doing fishing work on the boat, so they were mixed in this generation, running up and down on the boat every day, making trouble everywhere, which was annoying.

The little ghosts saw that Chen Pi did not react, and began to throw him with stone seeds, among which there were eight or nine year old children, who were already very dark, and the stone hit Chen Pi's head, startling the dazed Chen Pi, he turned his head, and the little ghosts ran away in a hurry. There was only one imp left, and some of the Muna continued to throw stone seeds at him, not noticing the others at all.

Chen Pi recognized that this child was called Chun Shen, and the other children called him Silly Shen, he seemed to be dumber than his peers, his reaction was slower, his movements of throwing stones were uncoordinated, and the stones fell very close to him, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hit Chen Pi.

Chen Pi stood up, and when he caught the child's back collar, the child thought of turning around and running away, and Chen Pi picked up the child, came to the river, and threw it into the river.

The child struggled in the river, and the child by the river was very watery, but as soon as he came to the shore, he was kicked down by Chen Pi, and Chen Pi used his dead strength with every foot, and slowly, this little ghost began to turn white and sink.

Chen Pi returned to the tree he was leaning on boringly, put away the bamboo pole, the bamboo pole was very heavy, obviously the bait below was very heavy, and the whole rod was pressed into a bow shape after lifting it.

He pulled the bait out of the water and dragged it to shore, and when he saw it, it was a big lump of mixed things, with stones and hair. In fact, this is a rotting corpse stuffed with stones, he has just found it from a mass grave in the suburbs, the body has braids, I don't know if it is a Qing relic or a woman, the hair is very long, the tangerine peel has tied these hairs into various knots, and countless crab legs are wrapped around the inner circle of the head, and they are brought up together.

He plucked the crabs one by one, broke the crab's pincers with his hand, and tied three strings of crab chains with the willow strips on the side, and put the broken pincers into his coat pocket like melon seeds. At the same time, the corpse was kicked back into the river.

At this time, he saw Chunshen emerge from the river for the last time and swim to the shore and lean against the shore.

The Yangtze River was at high tide, and the water surface was an arm's length from the shore, and he no longer had the strength to climb up. I can only hold on to some rocks under the shore rock. The face that was already frozen turned pale, and Chen Pi looked at the face under the shore coldly, and wanted to move his feet.

At this time, he found that the little ghost was not crying, and the little ghost looked at him blankly, as if he was too stupid to even cry.

Chen Pi looked at the little ghost and felt that this little ghost was a bit similar to him when he was a child, and it made no difference whether he survived or not, so he kicked Chun Shen back into the water again. Chunshen sank into the water, not even making a final cry.

Then Chen Pi swallowed the crab leg and walked towards the city in the sunset, and the group of children who couldn't find Chun Shen passed by him in the distance and called Chun Shen's nickname, and saw him throwing stones at him, but Chen Pi didn't care. Tonight he was full, he had a big plan of his own, and he believed that he could change his situation.