"Ten years and sixty years, hang your head and fight more. The autumn breeze on the willow bank is like a dream, and the snow is full of life. ”

The Yangtze River flows through Jingzhou for a generation, and the first snow has fallen, but the two-leaf boat is two zhang away and floating on the river. On one of the small boats, a sixty-year-old man was holding a fishing rod, but a man was sitting on the boat and napping. This scene happened to fall on another boat, in the eyes of Lu Nai's four people. This scene provoked Lu Nai's great poetry, and he couldn't help but ridicule the old man for a while.

"Hmph, the twenty-eight monks and eight monks, morning class and evening light. And cook the fish, Bodhisattva Maitreya fights. "No, as soon as Lu Naida's voice fell, there was a faint cold snort from the opposite side, and by the way, he made up for it. It's just that...... Hearing this, Lu Naida looked at the old man opposite with great interest.

This song of picking mulberries, Lu Naida's Shangque, is about a sixty-year-old man in Jingchu in October who was fishing and napping on the river, and the time of a dream was already full of snow in the river, which exaggerated the description of the old man sleeping too deeply. And the old man's lower que said that a sixteen-year-old monk was eight feet tall, and he recited the scriptures and lit the lamp in the morning and evening, but he was a greedy monk who went to cook a fish, which caused Maitreya and the Bodhisattva to fight in the same hall. It seems absurd to say that Lu Nai is not very old, and his tone is not small, and he dares to ridicule the old man.

"Hehe, don't blame me, I'm cheap, and I really don't have any malice. Lu Nai laughed and said to the old man who woke up, and the old man snorted coldly and ignored Lu Naida.

"Old donor, the monk is not as tall as Changzhangba, and there is no boiled fish, even if it is cooked, the Bodhisattva and Maitreya will not eat it. You lied. At this moment, a crisp voice came from Lu Nai's boat, and it was the little monk Zhending who followed Lu Nai's party.

When the old man heard this, he turned his head to look at Zhending, and saw that it was a little monk with a long camera, but he smiled kindly.

"That's right, it's still a little monk who is honest, don't talk nonsense about things you haven't seen. Even if you see it, you may not see it really, don't you say?"

"Amitabha, monks don't lie, if you haven't seen it, you haven't seen it, and it's not right to lie. Xiao Zhending's serious look caused everyone on the two boats to laugh, but Zhending was confused and didn't know what everyone was laughing at.

"Uncle, it's cold, let's dock the boat, how about I invite you to drink two glasses of wine to warm up?" Lu Naida took the opportunity to send an invitation to the old man, who thought for a moment and nodded.

"It's good that the old man hasn't talked to anyone for a long time. With that, he put away his fishing rod and slowly pushed the boat towards the shore.

Lu Naida also put away his fishing rod, put out the fire on the small stove, and followed the old man's boat. A group of five people went ashore and came to Jingjiang Tower.

"What kind of dishes does my husband like to eat?" A few people sat down, and Lu Naida poured a cup of tea for the old man and asked.

"When you come to Jingjiang Tower, how can you not eat fish cakes and thousands of pieces of pork? I am alone, drifting for many years, but I have not tasted these two dishes for some years. The old man was not polite, and said with his white beard.

"Okay, let's have a fish cake and a thousand pieces of pork. Lu Nai laughed and said to Xiao Er, Xiao Er hurriedly nodded and reported the food, "Is there still any old man?"

"These two dishes are enough, and you can decide the rest. The old man said.

"Then there is another winter melon and turtle skirt soup, a Songzi Du Po chicken, and a public security beef, beef should not be put in meat and spices. Then three jugs of hot wine, so be it. ”

"Okay!" Xiao Er replied, and reported the name of the dish as he ran to the back kitchen. Only then did Lu Naida and his party settle down.

"Dare to ask the old man's surname?" Lu Naida asked at the right time.

"Old Decay King Du ......"

"But is it made up Du?" Hearing the old man report his name, Lu Naida remembered that day in the Jianyang County Restaurant, when Zhang Li was telling the story, he said that he had a friend, whose name was Wang Du, and he couldn't help but ask for a while.

But when Wang Du heard this, he looked at Lu Nai with a gloomy face.

"Eh, don't blame the old man, don't blame haha......" Lu Nai snorted, Wang Du snorted coldly, but he stopped talking.

"Don't be angry, I heard a storyteller in Jianyang say that he has an old friend named Wang Du, but he joked about it, so I couldn't help but ask for a while, and asked my husband not to be surprised. Lu Nai straightened his clothes and stood up to apologize to Wang Du.

"The storyteller you are talking about, but his surname is Zhang Mingli?" Wang Du asked with some surprise when he heard this.

"Oh, could it be that my husband is really the friend of Uncle Zhang?" Lu Nai was surprised this time, the world is so big, I never thought that Lu Nai would really meet the real king Du.

"If it's really him!, where is he now?" Wang Du stood up excitedly when he heard this, and grabbed Lu Naida's arm at once.

"Don't worry, sit down and say. Lu Nai saw that Wang Du was really anxious, so he comforted him. Only then did Wang Du react, he lost his temper, and then slowly sat down.

"This son, it's not a secret, Zhang Li and Lao Yu were childhood friends, and they used to read books and write poems together when they were young. It's just that there was a sudden change in the home of an old friend thirty years ago, and the old friend is nowhere to be found. I have traveled all over the country in the past 30 years, just to find this old friend!" Wang Du said, and he couldn't help but cry.

"Don't worry, I have a two-sided relationship with Zhang, I don't know where he is now, but my brother should be able to find him, this time a few of us have something important to do in Jingxiang, if the old man doesn't dislike it, when we finish Jingxiang's affairs, we will go to my brother together and help you ask about Zhang's news, okay?" Lu Naida patted Wang Du's hand and comforted.

"It's good, it's good. I've been looking for it for thirty years, and it's not bad for a while. Childe is not strange, the old man is out of shape, out of shape!" Wang Du wiped his tears and said with a smile.

"Don't worry about Wang Lao, I don't know if you can tell me in detail about what happened thirty years ago?" Lu Nai laughed and comforted, and then asked about Zhang Li's news.

Zhang Li, a storyteller, listened to Lu Yuan, but he was at least a first-class master, which had to make Lu Naida curious. According to Wang Du's statement, this Zhang Li was still a scholar thirty years ago, that is, when he was about thirty years old, and he should not know martial arts. What kind of thing can make a person whose muscles and bones have begun to age develop unfathomable martial arts in thirty years? Lu Naida was very curious.

Wang Du was silent for a while when he heard this, and then slowly spoke.

"Well, the events of the year are strange, if you don't dislike the old decay and be verbose, and listen to the old decay slowly......"