"What are you doing, child?"
The fisherman, with a fishing rod on his shoulder and a basket in his hand, looked at Qiqi and asked curiously.
Qiqi looked up at the fisherman and said, "I''m catching fish. I''ll cook roast fish when my father comes back."
Then two fish swam into the circle surrounded by pebbles in the river. After blocking the waterway with a stone, Qiqi let go to catch fish in the water circle. After a splash of water, accompanied by the children''s "giggle" laughter, he threw two half foot long river fish from the water to the shore, and then strung them from the fish gills with a willow branch, Six fish have been strung on this willow branch, each of which looks not small.
"Eh, can you still use this method for fishing? It''s much better than the old man''s fishing!" the fisherman praised in surprise.
Qiqi was pleased to be praised, so he asked, "Grandpa, how many fish did you catch today?"
When the fisherman heard the speech, he couldn''t hold his face. He laughed twice and said, "this, this, hey, I''m not very lucky today --"
Qiqi looked at the fisherman and said, "Grandpa, how many did you catch?"
The fisherman looked more and more embarrassed and said, "well, there may be a problem with the place he chose today. Hi, he can catch it tomorrow."
Qiqi tilted his head and said with a smile, "ah, I see. Grandpa, didn''t you catch any fish today?"
The fisherman smiled awkwardly and suddenly said, "well, I said, old man, I can''t catch fish today. It turned out that you little devil took all the fish away. Alas, I''m going to starve today. Bad luck!"
Qiqi didn''t know whether it was true or not. After listening to the fisherman''s pitiful remarks, he thought, "Grandpa, I don''t know you''re fishing here too. Do you think it''s good? Shall I give you two of these fish?"
The fisherman turned his eyes and said, "not enough. You have to give the old man the way to fish in that circle."
Qiqi nodded and said, "well, Grandpa, if you learn this method, you don''t have to be hungry."
The fisherman smiled shyly, but without the slightest politeness, he went to the river and learned the way to build a stone and circle fish with children.
The old and young circled four or five stone circles by the river, and successively caught more than ten river fish. The fisherman divided half, filled a basket half full, and finally patted the basket with satisfaction, saying, "don''t be hungry for the next three days!"
Qiqi strung up the remaining fish with willow branches and said, "Grandpa, I have to go too. My parents and Aunt Mei have to wait for food."
Then he waved to the fisherman and turned to leave by the river.
"Hey, little guy, you teach the old man to catch fish, but the old man doesn''t know your name!" the fisherman asked behind him.
"My name is Qiqi," replied the little boy.
"It''s a nickname. Is there a big name?" the fisherman asked again.
"Dad always calls me Qiqi, no other name!" the child replied with some doubt.
"Well!"
The fisherman nodded, but he didn''t know when there was a milky stone in his palm. It looked very beautiful. He saw the fisherman''s thumb on the stone in his hand. It seemed that some white dust was blown away by the river wind.
The fisherman handed over the white stone in his hand and said, "you gave the old man eight fish and taught the old man how to catch fish. The old man also gave you something as a gift!"
Qiqi looked at the stone in the fisherman''s hand, shook his head and said, "Dad won''t let me ask for other people''s things."
The fisherman smiled and reached out to touch the child''s head and said, "you are a good child, but this is just a stone, and it''s not what you want, but a gift from the old man."
Qiqi heard from his father that a boy''s head can''t be touched casually. In the past, he would hide when Aunt Mei touched his head. Although his mother rarely made intimate moves, he still felt very uncomfortable when she touched his head occasionally, but it''s strange that when the old man''s hand touched his head, he didn''t think of hiding, On the contrary, with the praise of the fisherman, he still felt very useful.
Qiqi''s age is not clear, naturally. The logical relationship in his words is like chewing words. In addition, the fisherman in front of him can make him feel the kindness and love from his heart, so he took the stone from the fisherman''s hand, but when he got it, Qiqi found that there was a hole in the top of the milky white stone, It was tied up by a crystal clear silk thread.
Qiqi grabbed the silk thread and lifted the stone. Then he saw that the stone was carved with exquisite patterns, and a font was engraved in the middle of these patterns on the front.
"Do you recognize the name of this word?" asked the fisherman.
Qiqi looked at the fisherman and shook his head.
The fisherman opened the silk thread and put the stone under his neck. After thinking about it, he put the stone into the skirt under his neck. In this way, if he didn''t untie his clothes, he couldn''t even see the milky white stone hanging around his neck.
The fisherman bent over and straightened Qiqi''s clothes, then patted him on the shoulder, stared at him and said with a smile: "remember, the word" Zhao "is a gift from Grandpa and a secret for us, old and young. No one else should tell them."
Qiqi nodded and said, "don''t you even tell your father?"
The fisherman "ha ha" smiled twice and said, "don''t worry, your father will know sooner or later."
Qiqi nodded and tilted his head. He seemed to be trying to say something, but suddenly he heard a voice from the upper reaches of the river, which seemed to be calling him.
"It''s dad. Dad came back to me!"
As soon as Qiqi''s eyes lit up, he turned to say goodbye to the fisherman, but his front was empty. Where was the old fisherman just now?
Qiqi looked around suspiciously, but suddenly heard the fisherman''s voice and said, "remember, children, don''t let them know the gift grandpa gave you."
"Qiqi? Why did you run so far? It''s easy for your father to find!" Yang Qinyu''s voice came not far away.
When Qiqi turned around, he was seeing his father coming along the river.
"Oh, I caught so many fish? I didn''t expect that you could catch so many fish after dad just told you. Now it saves dad from catching fish in the river!"
Seeing several river fish strung together with willow branches, Yang Qinyu immediately touched his son''s head and praised it happily.
Listening to his father as like as two peas, Kiki smiled very proud. But when he touched his head, he felt the same as the old fisherman. No wonder it was so comfortable.
Yang Qinyu held his son on his body with one hand and picked up several river fish with the other hand. He said, "go, dad will teach you how to cook roast fish today. In the future, when dad is not around you, he won''t be hungry again."
"Good, good!" Qiqi clapped his hands and said with a smile.
The two fathers left the beach with a smile, but no one noticed that the fisherman carrying a fishing rod was watching them leave in a forest not far from the river.
Seeing the figure of father and son go away, the fisherman suddenly shook his fishing rod, and suddenly came a scream of "ah" behind him.
Turning around, I saw two friars "humming" lying on the ground in the woods. Another friar, who was slightly injured, wanted to escape while the fisherman turned around, but was pushed on by a fishing line, straight pulled out a blood groove, and almost cut off the whole lower leg. The friar was holding his leg and Howling loudly.
"Come on, who sent you? Who''s behind the scenes?" the fisherman''s faint voice came from under the bamboo hat.
"I don''t know. I really don''t know. Someone has given us a large amount of crystal stone to do things. We just take the child as ordered. As for who the gold owner is, that''s not what we should know." the monk holding his calf looked at the fisherman with fear.
Two sneers came out from under the fisherman''s hat and said, "it seems that the three are going to propose a toast instead of drinking. There are some ways in the cultivation world that people can''t survive but die, but I don''t know how much oil their bones can boil?"
"We really don''t know. Even if you kill us, you don''t know!" the three monks begged bitterly.
The fisherman snorted coldly, and his whole body was angry. The three friars did a lot of things like this. They didn''t know what would happen next. One by one, they suddenly looked desperate.
However, when the three closed their eyes and waited for death, death did not come. When the three opened their eyes, there was no trace of the fisherman in the woods.
The three friars looked at each other. Finally, the friar who was almost broken by the fisherman suddenly realized something and said, "no, let''s get out of here quickly!"
While the other two were still ignorant, a light suddenly crossed the river and landed in the woods. A monk wrapped in black appeared next to the three monks.
"Run!"
The friar got up and ran out of the woods despite the fact that the wound on his calf had just stopped breaking again.
The other two friars finally understood something, and regardless of their injuries, they climbed and followed.
"Hum, a bunch of waste!"
The friar in black snorted coldly and suddenly stretched out his hand and patted on a willow nearby.
Almost in an instant, a strange smell immediately spread along the willows towards the whole forest, and then the whole forest was suddenly filled with a strange atmosphere.
Seeing that the three monks were about to escape, suddenly the ground of the whole forest was boiling, and countless root vines stretched out from the ground, lifting up the earth and sand everywhere, like a crowd of demons, and instantly blocked the whole forest.
One of the three friars was wrapped around his ankle by a tree root, one was pulled around his waist, and the other was directly tightened by a tree root. Then, no matter how they struggled, the tree roots dancing on the ground retracted one after another and plunged again under the ground, and the three friars were buried alive one by one.
The friar in black looked at the woods, then turned into a light and disappeared.
The calm of the forest was restored, and there was no trace of what had just happened. After about half a column of incense, another light flashed in the sky. The monk in black who had just left went back, but everything in the forest was as silent as before.
"Strange!" the monk in black whispered, and then set up his escape light again. This time, he really left.
Soon after the monk in black left, a man suddenly came out on the trunk of a white birch in the forest. It was the fisherman with a hat.
"It''s strange, but I feel a little familiar. Who can it be?" the fisherman rubbed his chin and muttered.