235 Tracing back to the source (3)

Xie Junhe said in a loud voice: "Boat family!"

Before the boat could get closer, he flew away and forced himself on the boat with a bang. The penny flew through the air and swept towards Xie Junhe's legs. But he jumped easily and dodged. The boat shook and almost capsized because of his jump. At the same time, the long penny slashed straight at Xie Junhe's front door. Xie Junhe let the boat sway, spread his legs and sat at the stern, raised his hand, held the penny in his palm, and held it firmly.

Sit down, don't blame the grandfather for his dead face. If you don't leave, you won't leave.

The boat suddenly gained weight, and it swayed around the water several times before it gradually regained its stability.

"You've scared the fish away!" the old man was clearly angry.

Xie Junhe sat upright and said with a wicked smile: "Come on! How many fish can you hold in this basket?"

"Stinky boy!" the old man scolded with a wry smile, "What, do you want to drink again?" I thought that you wouldn't miss the old man and me when you left the pine and bamboo forest!"

"Don't drink," Xie Junhe said decisively, "Give me a ride by the way!"

"Where?"

"Where Leng Fengyi is, I will go. ”

The old man was stunned for a long time before he recalled the meaning of his words: "Do you think that Mrs. Leng's disappearance has something to do with me?"

"It doesn't have to be about you, but you've always known everything, and of course you're leading the way!"

"I don't know how thick the sky is!" the old man scolded hatefully, and the moment the penny came out of the water, he threw out a large splash of water, splashing Xie Junhe into a soup chicken.

"Hey, get angry after a few words?" Xie Junhe said pretending to be stupid. When did this guy ever be respectful to someone?

The old man snorted a few times, withdrew the penny, stood on the bow of the boat and sneered: "The young man is really an understanding person." In this way, it is not a worthwhile acquaintance. I'll take you there!"

Xie Junhe put his heart down, crossed Erlang's legs and lay down in the boat, pillowing the sound of gurgling water, looking up at the floating clouds and the bright sun. The light boat was rippling, the green grass was wandering, and before I knew it, my eyelids were heavy.

I wanted to take a break, but in a daze, the old man's penny woke him up, and when he opened his eyes, it was already sunset, and the river was red. Looking around, in addition to the ups and downs of the waves, it is a piece of turquoise land that has been left behind. Why is it so familiar? Thinking about it, he slapped his thigh and said, "Bilian Zhou?"

"It's Bilian Island. The old man nodded and smiled, "The young man has a good memory!"

However, the boat had clearly sailed past Bilian Island.

"Why is this boat so fast?" Xie Junhe was a little confused, it is said that the distance from Wangjiangtai to Bilianzhou is not short.

"It depends on who drives the boat. The old man laughed. That smile is bottomless, just like the unfathomable ability of an old man. It made Xie Junhe feel a little terrifying - he seemed to have made a similar mistake as in the Beacon Fire Ridge, and let him take him to an unknown place in a small boat without asking the details of this old man.

The outline of Bilian Island receded rapidly under the setting sun, but the outline of the south bank became clearer and clearer—Xie Junhe knew that it should be somewhere on the south bank, but he had never been there.

"Lu Dang?" he asked.

"Yes and no. The old man became habitually mysterious again.

It's a reed, but it's a vast expanse of forests, as far as the eye can see, and there is no end in sight. The reed flowers are all over the sky, like snow, the river is scorching, like blood, and the sky is overwhelming. I don't smell people, only the sound of water. The white feathers flutter, hidden in the depths of the reeds, can be heard from time to time the mournful cry of the birds.