It is impossible for the Diaoyu Air Force to be an Air Force.

Since you can't catch a fish, you can pick it up on the beach with a bucket.

It's a pity that I didn't bring salt, otherwise I would have been able to "persuade the king with good salt".

But—

It doesn't matter.

You should be able to pick up the cat's eye snail lying in the sand, right?

And then—

Jiang Yang was disappointed.

The beach was not very hospitable, so he picked up some shells.

As for digging, he didn't have any tools with him, and he didn't know how to dig much.

Still, there's something closer to the sea.

He saw a little boy carrying a bucket over there, picking up a lot of things, and throwing something into the sea from time to time.

Jiang Yang walked over there, and then stopped.

Further on, there is a pile of rubble.

The stones in this pile of stones are pointy, and he doesn't know which stone is alive, Li Qingning told him not to let him cross it.

Jiang Yang didn't go over, just watched the child throw a crab into the sea.

"Why did you lose it?"

The little boy glanced back at Jiang Yang, "It's too small, let them go back to find their mother." ”

The little boy looked up at the sun again, confirmed the time, and headed back to the shore, but the bucket was too heavy, and as he passed the pile of stones, he staggered, and though he quickly steadied himself, he still paddled it while holding it in his hand.

Jiang Yang asked, "Are you okay?" ”

The little boy looked at the wound, it was bleeding, but fortunately the wound was not deep, "It's okay." ”

Jiang Yang carefully helped him carry the bucket over, and after walking out of the pile of rubble, he reminded him: "When you go back, you must remember to treat the wound." ”

"Hmm."

The little boy responded.

Jiang Yang looked at his bucket again, this is a burst bucket, there are really a lot of good things in it.

Jiang Yang looked at his bucket again, and there were only a few shells.

The little boy saw it too.

At this moment, Li Qingning came over with fishing gear and beckoned Jiang Yang to go home.

The tide is almost high, and it is dangerous to stay on the beach any longer.

.

This wild beach is very dangerous, and the locals basically don't come here to play, so children will come.

"Okay."

Jiang Yang agreed.

He bowed his head to the little boy and said, "I'll help you." ”

The contents of this bucket were a bit heavy for the little boy.

He handed the boy his bucket and carried the boy's bucket of harvest onto the road.

"Where is your home?"

Jiang Yang wanted to see if it was going well.

"Thank you."

The little boy resolutely didn't need it, he put down Jiangyang's bucket, took his bucket again, and easily fished out a flat fish from his bucket and threw it into Jiangyang's bucket.

Then, with a sigh of relief, he slipped away with his bucket of flax, and after ten steps he was slow with two hands.

"Remember to take care of the wounds on your hands!"

Jiang Yang shouted from behind.

"Don't worry."

Li Qingning said that these children who grew up by the sea, they can handle it better than Jiangyang.

"Okay."

Jiang Yang looked at his bucket, "I'm not an air force, right?" ”

The hero doesn't ask where it comes from, and the angler doesn't ask where the fish is.

"Okay."

Li Qingning and Jiang Yang carried it back, and when they returned to the door, Jiang Yang saw the white cat again. He took out the only fish in his bucket and shook it to attract the cat's attention, and when the white cat approached, he threw it into the bucket again.

When the cat lay down, he took it out again.

It's just that when he repeated the old trick this time, his hand slipped and the fish fell to the ground.

The white cat moved quickly, and one pounced on it and took it away.

"I-"

Jiang Yang was speechless.

Li Qingning laughed: "It's the Air Force now." ”

They went home and put their things away, washed up, and it was soon dusk. Li Qingning lay on the railing on the second floor of the building and looked out at the sea, the sky was full of clouds, the fishing boat returned to the port, the sea breeze was blowing, everything was so peaceful and picturesque.

Li's father was playing chess with Jiang Yang and cherished the few opportunities to abuse people.

Mother Li is reading the script of "The Pianist at Sea".

Li Qingning held the guitar, turned back in a trance, and saw the long shadow of the sun falling on them when his grandmother and grandfather were sitting on a wicker chair and watching the sea.

That's nice!

Following.

Li's mother returned to normal, and she asked Li Qingning to practice the piano in the morning.

Jiang Yang also got up early.

After washing, he stood in the doorway and watched the port stretch. At this moment, the neighbor's mother-in-law came out and asked Jiang Yang if he had breakfast, and after getting the answer that he didn't, the mother-in-law beckoned Jiang Yang to come with her.

Jiang Yang followed in confusion.

He entered his mother-in-law's house, but the white cat was not there.

The yard is very clean, but it seems that the house has been some years old, and it is estimated that the last renovation was after the marriage that my mother-in-law said. He followed his mother-in-law into the house, and saw her hanging a basket from the beam—

I guess I'm afraid that the cat will steal it.

The mother-in-law untied the basket.

Jiang Yang was tall and held it steadily, and then saw that the most eye-catching thing in the basket was a box of lotus paste mooncakes.

Now there are only a few pieces left.

Jiang Yang suddenly remembered that when he was at home, on the day his father-in-law and mother-in-law entertained students in the Mid-Autumn Festival, he ate a lotus paste mooncake, and then he never ate a piece. This old couple is too unkind, even if they hide potato chips privately, they also hide lotus paste mooncakes privately.

The mother-in-law gave Jiang Yang two pieces.

"Thank you, mother-in-law."

Jiang Yang took it.

"After eating my mother-in-law's moon cakes, I have to be kind to Qingning in the future."

"Hmm."

Jiang Yang nodded.

The mother-in-law poured him another glass of water, "Her grandmother is not joking, she is really worried about this child, Qingning grew up beside her, she understands this child's temperament, and it looks independent and strong, but in fact, it is like the tempered glass, which will break when it cracks." ”

A person has planned his life very early, knows what he wants, what he doesn't want, what is suitable for him, what is not suitable for him, what the other half he wants is like, and how to achieve it step by step-

This is good.

But there are always a lot of accidents in life.

"Hmm."

Jiang Yang nodded again.

The mother-in-law may not know that he was the biggest accident.

Jiang Yang was just about to help his mother-in-law hang the basket again, and suddenly saw a book in the corner of the basket, very thick, not thick, but a lot of things in the book, some of which were exposed, and it looked like they were cut from magazines or newspapers.

"Oh, those are the tips I did for travel back in the day."

The mother-in-law took out the notebook, and before she could open it, a few stamps fell.

These stamps are well-known sights from all over the country.

Jiang Yang picked it up.

The mother-in-law opened the book, and Jiang Yang saw that this strategy was more exquisite than the current handbook, or this was the earliest handbook, with stamps, pictures in magazines, posters, and even cropped pictures on the calendar.

There are also postcards.

Jiang Yang read a few photos, most of which were sent to her mother-in-law by Li Qingning's grandmother.

In addition to the pictures, there are also text supplements, both from the radio, television, and movies to see and record, and to hear, mainly from Qingning's grandmother.

In addition, there are hand-drawn drawings to complement it.

"Well done."

Jiang Yang sighed sincerely.

This book and pictures have been yellowed.

But—

It is precisely these yellowing that add years to this book, engrave the memory, and have a heavy weight in the hand.

Jiang Yang turned it carefully, afraid that the clip page would come out, like turning over a work of art.

Mother-in-law: "If you like it, take it." ”

"Huh?"

Jiang Yang was surprised.

The mother-in-law smiled: "Staying here with me is also dust, and when I die, it is estimated that it will be gone." ”

The last time her granddaughter pulled the book out of the basket, she scattered its contents all over the floor.

It took her a long time to tidy it up.

Instead of scattering everywhere in the end, it is better to give it to Jiang Yang, who you like, "You walk these places for your mother-in-law and see if what is written is correct." ”

"Okay."

Jiang Yang nodded.

He stayed for a while, and when the cat returned, he said goodbye to his mother-in-law and went home with his notebook.

Father Li had already made breakfast.

After breakfast, Li's mother just asked Li Qingning to practice the piano, Li Qingning said: "Your son-in-law's script is still a little worse, you have to go to the boat to find inspiration, we will go to the boat today and come back in the afternoon." ”

As soon as Mother Li heard that it was related to the script, she didn't object.

She wished the script had been written sooner.

(End of chapter)