The boy sat by the river and looked out at the river.

The old man was boating on the river, drinking and fishing, and he was busy for a day, and the young man also watched quietly for a day.

In the blink of an eye, the sun is thin, the slanting veins are reflected in the rippling water waves, and the old man's fishing boat is gradually approaching, docking on the riverside not far from the young man.

The old man sat on the bow of the boat, lit a cigarette, and smoked without himself.

The green smoke curled, with the breeze by the river, drifted away, and the old man was full of pride.

After smoking, the old man got into the boat shed, took out a small hanging stove, put a river carp that had already been washed and peeled into a clay pot, made a small fire, and boiled fish soup.

Red clay small stove, green ant new roasted wine.

The old man would have enjoyed it, the boy muttered to himself.

After a while, the fragrance of the fish came out, and soon the fragrance overflowed.

The boy's stomach began to rumble uncontrollably, and he remembered that he had not eaten for a few days, and he licked his dry lips, smelled the scent of fish, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The old man looked at him with a smile on his face.

The boy could not stand hunger the most, and in his heart, nothing was more painful to him than hunger, and he walked slowly and leisurely to the old man's boat, as if walking around at will, in order not to let the old man see his intentions, he deliberately looked left and right, as if enjoying the scenery.

"Well, it's really fragrant, the red carp fruit of this Chishui River is the best in the world, delicious and unusual, mouth-watering!" The old man opened the clay cover, smelled the fish, looked like he was enjoying it, and said loudly to himself. When he spoke, he secretly glanced at the boy while he was not paying attention.

The young man moved his lips, glanced at the steaming stove, and quickly cast his gaze on the distant river.

"The red carp in this Chishui River is very rare, I have fished here all my life, and I haven't caught it a few times, this can really be called a delicious delicacy, my little old man has a good mouth today!"

After that, the old man picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of red and clear fish meat, and said in surprise, "The red carp of the Chishui River, the color of the meat is not ordinary, no wonder the young owner of Dongli Qianyulou did not hesitate to spend a lot of money in order to get this fish." ”

The more the young man listened, the more greedy he became, and his heart was even more like a cat scratching, he really didn't care about decency, jumped into the old man's boat, leaned over to the stove, looked at the fish in the clay pot, and drooled.

"Yo, isn't this a little brother who is looking for death, why did he come to my boat?" the old man deliberately shouted.

The young man didn't care about his face at this time, no matter how the old man mocked, his eyes were only on the fish in the water.

"I said, old man, your fish is really good, I don't know if you can eat it alone?" the young man didn't seem to hear the old man's words, and asked to himself.

"If you can't finish eating, throw it away!" said the old man disdainfully.

"It's a pity to throw it away, why don't you give me some leftover soup!" The young man didn't raise his head, and his eyes stared at the fish and he was reluctant to move away for a moment.

"To you?" asked the old man with a look of disdain.

"Yes, yes!"

"Wouldn't it be a waste to give it to you!" the old man rolled his eyes and said disdainfully.

The young man was still immersed in the fragrance of fish and couldn't extricate himself, and he didn't fully understand the old man's words, so he asked, "Grandpa, how can it be a waste to give me food?"

"Of course, it's not a waste to give you food, but it's a waste to give it to a dead man!" said the old man in a loud voice.

The young man's heart sank, and he seemed to finally understand the meaning of the old man's words, such a good thing really shouldn't be ruined by a dead man.

He raised his head, looked at the old man, his face showed a look of amazement, did not say a word, got up and was about to leave.

The old man put the fish meat in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and said while chewing, "What's wrong with being alive, you can eat all the delicacies in the world, watch all the flowers bloom and fall, and taste the warmth and coldness of the world, which is a merit for you and others." ”

"But if you can't be with the person you like, you can't be the person you want to be, it's a pain to live. The boy said gloomily.

"Living in pain is the greatest practice in the world, and if you don't know the suffering of the world, how can you taste the deliciousness of this world?"

As he spoke, the old man picked up another piece of fish and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully.

The boy was speechless, as if thinking about what the old man had said.

"I have lived most of my life, but I still feel that I have not lived enough, there are many things to do every day, there are many truths to be understood, and I feel that the fun is endless and needs to be carefully figured out. You are so young, you have never seen mountains and seas, people outside the sky, you have never seen anything, you don't know anything, and you are a fool when you die!"

The young man turned around and knelt down in front of the old man, and thanked him, "Grandpa, I was wrong, I shouldn't have given up on myself." ”

"You can teach!" said the old man with a smile.

Since then, the boy and the old man have lived on a fishing boat.

"By the way, what's your name?" asked the old man.

The boy hesitated, and in order to cut himself off from the past, he didn't know whether to use his old name again.

"I don't have a name. The boy decided to give up his previous name.

"No name?" the old man asked with some surprise.

The boy nodded.

"Well, why don't I give you a name?" said the old man.

The boy was silent, thinking, why do these people love to name people?

The old man continued, "My surname is Night, so it's better for you to follow my surname, just call it the Luminous Cup." ”

The young man smiled wryly, but he was scolding the street in his heart, you are sad in the night, and your whole family is sad!

Seeing that the young man didn't nod, the old man pondered for a moment and said, "It doesn't seem to sound very good, I'm not very good at choosing a name, or you can choose one yourself." ”

"I won't either, so you might as well call me Xiaozhou. ”

"Xiaozhou, it's okay, my boat is really not big. The old man said approvingly.

"And what is your name, old man?" the boy asked.

"Grandpa is grandpa, what do you mean grandpa? Am I old?" the old man was unhappy.

"Not old, not old. The young man said that he had no confidence, because the old man was indeed very old, the kind of old man who was old.

"And grandpa, what's your name?"

"Well, my father died before I was born, and my grandfather didn't give me a proper name, he just called me a dog. ”

"Night dogs, wild dogs?" the boy almost laughed.

"You, just call me grandpa!" The old man thought that his name was indeed a little unpopular, and he was a little ashamed.

"Grandpa!" the young man called out happily, and the old man nodded in satisfaction.

In the Chishui River in the future, it is no longer a person who wanders alone.

The old man taught the young man to fish, and the two stood at the bow of the boat, and the river breeze blew lightly, stirring the old man's white hair and the young man's green silk.

"Fishing, it's not the fish that you catch, it's your own state of mind, it doesn't matter when the fish is hooked, the important thing is whether your heart is really calm. ”

The young man learned from the old man, slowly closed his eyes, the river slapped the fishing boat, the water birds flew through the air, the world became quieter and quieter, and his heart became more and more transparent.

The fish swims in the shallow bottom, the dragon dives in the deep pool, the breeze comes slowly, and the water waves are not prosperous.

In the blink of an eye, it has been a prosperous summer for three years, and the young man is still a teenager, but the old man has aged a lot.

After countless days, months, ups and downs, he finally failed to fight the years, he was old and could no longer go down the river to fish.

On summer nights, the wind and rain are blowing on the river.

In the boathouse, the lights are bright, and the dark wind sways non-stop.

The old man was lying on the wooden bed in the boat, and his breath had gradually become weak.

The young man cooked the fish soup, carefully brought it to the old man's bedside, and fed the old man one bite at a time. The old man only drank a few sips and waved his hand to stop drinking, and the young man knew in his heart that the old man was no longer good, and his tears kept rolling in his eyes.

Seeing the young man's condition, the old man smiled slightly, and said slowly, "Although the turtle is long, there is still a time, let alone me and other mortals. Don't be too sad, throw me into this river when I go, and I will have no regrets. ”

The young man held the old man in his arms and nodded tearfully.

"I don't have to worry about going here, but I don't have to worry about you, after I leave, you take this golden order, go to Dongli to find the young owner of Qianyulou, he has promised me, you beg him to accept you as an apprentice, Qianyulou is good at Qimen Dunjia, even if there is no profound spiritual power, you can also gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes. ”

The old man took out a golden talisman from his waist and handed it to the young man tremblingly.

The young man took the golden order and nodded incessantly.

"Grandpa, I'll take you to Qianyu Tower, maybe your friend can save you!" the boy cried.

The old man gasped, shook his head and said, "No need, the destiny has passed, and you can't force it to stay." ”

After the old man finished speaking, he coughed a few more times, he gasped, and then said, "Your heart is undecided, no matter what kind of situation you encounter in the future, don't give up on yourself." ”

"Okay, grandpa, I remember. The boy agreed.

After listening to the young man's answer, the old man showed a satisfied smile, and then closed his eyes peacefully, slowly.

The young man's tears could no longer be held back, and they fell in an uproar.

The rain has not stopped, the wind is still strong, the meeting is like yesterday, the sound is still in my mind, but you are not there.

The young man hugged the old man and was reluctant to let go, he thought about the encounter with the old man, and the bits and pieces spent with the old man.

Because I am young, I don't know that all the encounters in this world are a parting song, no matter how cheerful it is at the beginning, it is inevitable that the song will end with a parting song.

In the early morning, the wind and dust and the fragrance of the flowers were gone, and the young man finally woke up from his trance-like dream, and he pushed the old man and the boat into the heart of the river, and said goodbye to him with tears.

The bright light is a twilight dream, and no one has said ancient and modern, the road under the feet of the young man is far away without the old man.

"My name is Qingzhou!" said the young man secretly to the old man who was drifting into the distance.

I don't know when, the sound of a flute sounded on the river, and a man in plain clothes and white clothes stood in the air, a horizontal flute, playing a farewell song leisurely.

The deceased is gone, why is there no loneliness, and why is there sorrow?

Give a song to the king, don't ask if the song is over, where will the people go.