A big river, a big river.

The Yangtze River and the Yellow River, both mother rivers, are also rushing endlessly, coexisting with heaven and earth.

It also nurtures generations of people, day after day, year after year, passing through the vast land of China and hundreds of millions of years.

A lonely boat, on the river.

One man, one net, an old fisherman fishing.

How big the river is, how long the river is, the boat is like a small fallen leaf, floating in the river.

Fang Yin was watching.

What you see is the boundless scenery, what you see is the sparkling waves, and what you see is this big and long river.

Cross the Yellow River, go southwest, and see the Yangtze River again.

This river is different from that river, it is two different styles, two different pictures.

Again, the weather is unpredictable!

Look at the river flowing slowly, see the river as wide as a hundred feet, see that it is a giant dragon hidden in the sky, and sing the ancient and moving legend silently. The eyes are verdant and white, with as many thatch and reeds, and there are on the shore and in the river. Dozens of beaches float on the surface of the river, shaped like large and small islands, and like the spine of fish, not to mention dotted everywhere, but also watch each other. As many birds as they fly large and small, sometimes perched among the reeds or paddled across the water, their shapes are agile and fast, and their songs are clear and long.

Raise your head to the blue sky and the white sun, the distant mountains are in sight, the flocculent clouds and the willows of the hair reflect the blue waves of the river together, and reflect the eyes. What is not only the picturesque scenery, with the mountains, with the water, with the heart rippling. It's beautiful, it's beautiful, the vast world and the magnificent mountains and rivers always make people forget to return, make the mind happy, and make the heart drunk. The boat, the old fisherman, how leisurely and happy he is, far away from the troubles of the world, accompanied by the river, accompanied by the bright moon, day after day, year after year, a person lives a quiet life like water.

Does he have a family? Will he be lonely?

He seemed to be smiling, standing on the bow of the boat and looking over from afar, Fang Yin couldn't see his appearance clearly.

I saw the oars gently rocking the boat and swimming slowly, only to see a hat in ephedra color, and a green shirt floating in the wind.

If you want to cross the river, can you cross it?

Fang Yin raised his voice and shouted: "Boatman-boatman-"

The voice called, and the wind was sent far away, but the old man didn't seem to hear it, but only raised his hand—

Cast a net and scatter it into the river.

Yes, he wants to fish, and he can cross the river with people, but he has to wait until he is done. He was originally a fisherman, and Fang Yin had already seen a small thatched hut by the river, with reed mats woven on the four walls and thatched grass on the top, which looked simple and crude, and could also shelter from the wind and rain. The thatched hut was not far from Fang Yin, only a few dozen steps away, and after a while, the weeds and shrubs passed, and the people had arrived.

But he saw that the grass hut had no windows, and a reed mat was hung on the door.

As soon as I entered, I was taken aback!

A low wooden table, a pot on the table, two cups, four pots and pans, a clay stove, and a firewood.

There is no bed, and it looks extremely simple, and there is nothing surprising about it.

What was surprising was that it was facing the reed curtain, and there was a sword hanging on the reed wall, with a gray shark skin sheath, and the form was ancient.

Fang Yin was stunned.

A grass hut, a fisherman. A sword is not supposed to be here.

Could it be a hermit? Could it be a master? Could it be that the sword immortal settled here, could it be that the person fishing in the river was not a fisherman?

Yes, it was an old man, although Fang Yin couldn't see it clearly.

With a thin body and a slender figure, you don't need to see the appearance clearly to know that he is an old man. was only startled, slightly surprised, and Fang Yin was relieved. It didn't matter who he was, it had nothing to do with Fang Yin, Fang Yin was just thirsty and wanted to take a sip of water, so he walked into this small thatched house. There is water in the urn, it is river water, there is still an ember fire in the stove, take the pot and boil it. Daoist Fang was not polite, sitting at the small table and pouring himself a drink, all as his own.

Unexpectedly, after drinking a sip of tea, his brows furrowed again, and he felt that he drank a familiar meaning. There was a remnant of tea in the pot, and he drank it in one gulp, only to feel bitter and astringent, and it was extremely difficult to swallow, and it really tasted like Coptis chinensis, and it was terrible to drink! That's it, the right to quench his thirst, but where did he drink it? Fang Yin was not good at this, and he rarely drank tea on weekdays, and he only sat there in a daze with a cup for a while, and he was secretly strange in his heart, and he couldn't think of it.

At this moment, the grass and trees outside the house started to sound footsteps, and the old man walked in the door with a fish basket, and smiled with a smile: "Sanwen money, do you remember?" Sanwen money, three yuan money, what a cheap and arrogant three money! The name of this tea is too strange, Fang Yin glanced at him for a moment, and suddenly stared at him and jumped up in shock: "It's you! Tea old man!" The old man nodded and smiled, picked up the hat and put down the fish basket: "You sit down, Fang family boy." ”

Yes, he is the old tea man back then, looking at his white beard and haggard face, he is vaguely the same as he was back then. However, he couldn't remember the fate of one side very clearly, even if he was not good, Fang Yin exclaimed in silence just because he remembered Lao Xue. He took the live fish unhurriedly, squatted in front of the stove to add firewood and boiled water, and was busy inside and outside, but Daoist Fang gave him a sentence The boy of the Fang family was speechless, and he was horrified: "You, do you still remember me?

The old man squatted on the ground with his back to him, bang, bang, bang, and hit the case with a knife: "People are old, and they don't remember many things, and I have been thinking about you for a long time when I saw you. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen live fish, large and small, were all shot to death, lying straight on the board, the old man raised his head and smiled slightly: "I just remembered that it was you." ”

Looking at his gray and messy hair, looking at his wrinkled old face, Daoist Fang took a breath of air, and deeply admired: "It's amazing, it's amazing! The old man has a good memory, and he really has good eyesight!" The old man smiled again, only to see that his teeth were mutilated, and there were countless fish tails at the corners of his eyes, but his eyes were extremely clear: "The kid has a strange human skeleton, three points, seven points, ha! Not bad! It's really you!"

These words were unknown, Fang Yin didn't understand, but he didn't pay attention to it in surprise: "This, what is this doing? Why shoot this fish to death?" The old man was almost old, but his hands and feet were nimble, and he disemboweled the dead fish and scraped off the scales as he spoke: "So, let it, well, suffer less." Daoist Fang looked at it for a long time, sighed, and said, "Old man, you have good eyesight and good memory, and your heart is also good!"

The old man stopped talking, put the fish away, added firewood to the stove, added water to the pot, took a bamboo strip and put it in between, and sprinkled the fish one by one with coarse salt to steam. After a while, he covered the pot, wiped his hands with a rag, and said with a smile: "The words are unintentional, the listener is intentional, could it be that you are all true and vegetarian?" ”

Reluctantly, it seems that Daoist Fang has always been reluctant to recognize his identity as a Taoist. But the old man had already understood, the old man nodded, and looked at him with a smile: "Shangqing, Fang Yin, Fang family boy, well, very good, all very good!" After that, he sat down slowly, poured tea and drank it: "Sit down, drink tea." Fang Yin didn't sit down, Fang Yin looked straight at him with his eyes, and Fang Yin's eyes never left him when he came in.

Fang Yin stood beside him with his hands down, and said respectfully: "Old man, dare to ask, are you-"

An old man, respecting the elderly, humbling his words and slapping the horse, why Daoist Fang is so must be explained. Daoist Fang is a smart person, Daoist Fang is not so polite and polite to everyone, the reason why Daoist Fang respects him so much is because he saw the sword on the wall and faintly remembered what Lao Xue said back then, and guessed his identity from this-

What he used to wipe his hands was a rag, also a shabby gray square scarf.

He was smiling, squinting and smiling, but he couldn't hide the bright look, which made a touch of playfulness in the vicissitudes of life: "My surname is Kong, some people call me Yinru, some people call me Old Master, you call me Uncle Kong." ”