May twenty-eight, late spring and summer solstice.

When the rooster crowed, a young man got up and simply washed his face with the well water that had been poured in the wooden basin last night, although it was a little cold, but fortunately it was refreshing.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls of steamed buns, the young man took the bamboo basket and ran out of the door.

"Fang Cheng, I'm in such a hurry to go out, I won't even mention my shoes to collect the net, and I'm not afraid of falling into the river. The lady who was about to go out to work in the weaving workshop reminded the lady who was about to go out to work in the weaving mill.

"Got it, Aunt Dai!" the young man jumped and ran towards the alley while lifting his shoes, and when he finished speaking, there was no shadow of the boy in the alley.

When Aunt Dai saw this scene, she couldn't help laughing.

The young man's surname is Fang, and his name is present.

My father and mother had a water accident and drowned while fishing in the river in their early years.

Fang Cheng, who is only nine years old, has lived a self-reliant life.

Fortunately, I was taught a few fishing skills by my father since I can remember, which can be regarded as leaving a way for myself to survive.

trotted to the river, Fang Cheng put down the bamboo basket, rubbed his hands on the linen, and the yellow and black little hands reached into his arms and took out half a candle, standing on a bluestone by the river.

Fang Cheng lit the candle, knelt down, and bowed three times.

In the past, when Fang Cheng was fishing with his father, he heard his father say that "everything in the world has a spirit".

Fang Cheng has always believed in this.

Looking up and seeing that the candle was still flickering, Fang Cheng got up, ran to the place where the fishing net was laid yesterday evening, pulled up the bamboo pole used to hold the fishing net, pulled the fishing net, and pulled it to the shore.

Pack the fish, a basket full of bamboo.

Fang Cheng was a little happy.

Today's livelihood has fallen.

Putting away the fishing nets, Fang Cheng put the bamboo pole upside down in the weeds on the shore and carried the bamboo basket full of fish. Put your hands together and bow in the direction of the river.

It's not that Fang Cheng is feudal superstition, but in fact, he would rather believe what he has than what he doesn't.

Immediately, without stopping, Fang Cheng ran towards the village in two steps and one step at a time.

The sky was slightly bright, and Fang Cheng had already run to the entrance of the village, stopped, and shrugged the bamboo basket behind him.

After taking a breath, Fang Cheng got up and walked to the east alley.

He didn't take two steps when Fang Cheng saw a strong man carrying an axe and a basket walking towards him.

The prime man also noticed Fang Cheng, and said with a grin: "It's okay, stinky boy, you got up earlier than me today." ”

Fang Cheng scratched his head and said with a smile: "Brother Sun, the whole fish, this fish stew soup is old, take it back and give it to Sister-in-law Sun to eat, and I promise to give birth to a big fat boy!"

The prime man's name is Sun Ce, and he is Fang Cheng's neighbor.

Since Fang Cheng's father and mother were away, Sun Ce saw that Fang Cheng lived alone and took care of Fang Cheng's small business on weekdays.

It's not that Sun Ce is a benevolent person, but mainly because there is a housekeeper in his family who asks for this.

Sun Ce looked at Fang Cheng, who wanted to sell fish to him again, and scolded with a smile: "You kid doesn't understand anything, but your mouth is quite fast." Forget it, send one to your sister-in-law, I'll go up the mountain to see if there's anything good to look for, and I'll exchange it with you when I get back. ”

Fang Cheng nodded happily, stretched out his hand, pointed to the mouth of the alley and then to the bamboo basket behind him.

Sun Ce knew what he meant, and waved his hand, "Go quickly, don't delay you in delivering the fish." ”

As he spoke, Sun Ce kicked Fang Cheng with his upper leg.

Fang Cheng pouted forward, dodged Sun Ce's legs and feet, and ran into the alley with a puff of smoke.

Sun Ce didn't stop and walked out of the village with an axe.

By the river at the entrance of the village.

The morning breeze blew, and on the bluestone, the candlelight swayed and swayed, and it was not extinguished.

A rough hand waved at the candle, and the candle took advantage of the momentum and poured into the calm water.

Sun Ce watched the candlelight sink to the bottom of the river, smiled, and did not speak.