The sun sets, and the heartbroken person is at the end of the world.

The sunset reflects the sky red, and the river is full of rugged waves.

A fishing boat pulled a long shadow and came to the shore that had been docked for many years. He tied the rope to the wooden stakes on the shore. Then he packed up the fishing net and picked up a wooden barrel, and there was an restless sound inside.

At the same time, a five or six-year-old girl walked out from under the black tent, with a purple-red face but her eyes were particularly bright.

"The fish nowadays are all sour, and it's getting harder to fight!"

The old fisherman's face was filled with deep traces of time, and he sighed and saw his granddaughter walking out, he smiled unconsciously and stood up on the back of the courtyard.

"Grandpa, I'll bring it up!"

The little girl jumped out of the boat cleverly and came to the old fisherman, competing to carry the wooden barrel.

"Grandpa is not old enough to not even lift a wooden barrel!" The old fisherman smiled and touched his granddaughter's little head. "I didn't get a good harvest today, but I got a big fat crab. When I go back, I will steam it for you!"

The grandfather and grandson walked slowly.

The patches on their clothes were covered with patches, and they were dirty and had a fishy smell.

As for the fishing boats behind, there is no control.

There are all village houses nearby, and they know each other, but no one steals their fishing boat that is about to disband.

After getting off the river bank and coming to the road, there was a farmhouse not far ahead. At this time, the sparse smoke from cooking had risen, and the dog barked from time to time.

"Oh, grandpa, there seems to be someone over there?"

The little girl suddenly screamed, pulled her grandfather's shirt, and pointed to the weed beside her.

Grandpa rubbed his dry eyes and looked at them, but was stunned: "How could he be lying down? He was not drunk, but he fainted when he was on the road?"

After walking over gently and digging through the weeds, the old fisherman was shocked.

"ah……!"

The little girl shivered in fear and almost cried.

She quickly stood behind her grandfather, and was a little curious again. She wanted to poke her head out and take a look, but was blocked by the old fisherman.

"this……!"

The old fisherman wanted to retreat but was very hesitant.

"Grandpa, is that a human or a ghost?"

The little girl stared at her big black eyes, her voice still trembling.

"It's a human!"

The old fisherman calmed down and looked over again, muttering in his heart: "Although this man's clothes don't look gorgeous, they are much better than the clothes of the young ladies who occasionally visit nearby. It's just that on his face...!"

He felt sucked.

If he hadn't been fishing all year round and had a lot of knowledge, he would have been scared away if he had been others.

Lying down was a young man, dressed in white, spotless, but his face was densely packed with cracks like spiders, and his hands were also like that. The flesh and blood inside made his scalp numb.

It seems that when you touch it slightly, it will break like porcelain.

"Grandpa, is it a dead person?"

The little girl poked her head and looked at it again. She suddenly said, "Grandpa, he, he seems to be breathing?"

"How is that possible?"

The old fisherman shook his head.

Such injuries are simply impossible to live.

He still looked at it hesitantly. The young man looked sideways, and a grass next to his nose sways slightly back and forth. The old fisherman has experience, so this is a subtle breath.

He carefully poked out his hand and tried it, but it was indeed not dead.

"only……!"

The old fisherman hesitated.

Since he was not dead, in his experience, this should be because the martial arts practitioner was injured. If he was rescued and discovered by the other party's enemies, what should their grandfather and grandson do?

If you don't save it, you will inevitably feel uneasy.

"Grandpa, is there any help?"

The little girl asked with her face raised.

The old fisherman glanced at his granddaughter, sighed in his heart, and said with a smile: "What do you need to see?"

"Then let's get him home!"

"When it's dark, Xiao Chong'er, remember, no matter whether you save it or not, don't tell anyone else!"

"Grandpa, I remember it!"

‘Little Chong’ nodded seriously.

The sky was completely dark and the moon had not yet risen.

The old fisherman had some strength to carry the young man and quietly returned to a yard at the entrance of the village.

Surrounded by fences, three thatched houses and a low stove.

The old fisherman lit the fish oil lamp with heartache, cooked the food, and watched his granddaughter eat it, and couldn't help but smile. Seeing his granddaughter sleeping, he came to the west room with the oil lamp.

On the shabby bed, young people lie on the lying.

He made another bowl of fish soup and wanted to pour it into the young man, but found that he couldn't pry his mouth open.

"Oh, what should I do?"

The old fisherman was worried.

"I have done everything I need to do. Whether I can survive depends on your luck!"

I tried it a few more times, but it turned out to be helpless.

Finally, he returned to the east room and fell asleep with a nervous heart.

No words all night.

the next day.

The old fisherman sat up, squinted his eyes, and stretched: "It's easy to sleep, it's easy to sleep!"

"Grandpa, it's dawn?" On the other side, Xiao Chong'er said in a daze, "It's dawn, grandpa will cook for you!"

Putting on his clothes, the old fisherman walked out and muttered: "Why didn't the little black cat in his second uncle's house make a fuss last night? There were no rats in a mess. Why didn't you hear the rooster crowing this morning? What a weird thing!"

After breakfast, I served half a bowl of porridge and brought it to the west room. The old fisherman sat on the head of the bed and prepared to pour it into the unconscious young man with a wooden spoon. As a result, it was still like last night, and there was nothing I could do!

The young man's teeth were too tight. If he forced him to open them, he might hurt the other person.

After exploring my breath, it was still very subtle.

"Grandpa, how about it?"

Xiao Chong'er asked.

"It's up to fate!"

The old fisherman is helpless.

Their lives were not disturbed. They followed the river during the day and entered the beach five miles away, caught a few nets of fish, and returned in the evening.

Sometimes, after getting good harvest, I will go to the market to exchange for two oil money. Although life is hard, I am happy and comfortable.

But what surprised the old fisherman was that the young man rescued had not yet entered the rice and water, but still had a breath. The injuries not only did not worsen, but were slowly healing.

Even my breathing was a little stronger.

He also found that since he rescued the young man, there were no rats, ants, mosquitoes at home, and even the dogs in the village did not dare to shout loudly. The rooster crowed in the early morning but returned to normal.

Moreover, over the past month, his body has become stronger and stronger. Even his rheumatic legs have healed, and his granddaughter has become more and more aura. His purple-red face has gradually become whiter and tender.

"Grandpa, come quickly, come quickly!"

Early in the morning, the little cuckold shouted in a hurry.

The old fisherman looked at the west room, his face changed, and he walked over in two steps in three steps.

"woke up!"

He saw the young man on the bed open his eyes, and walked his granddaughter into his arms, and said nervously. With his experience, how could he have thought that the young man he saved was definitely not an ordinary person.

Don’t eat, drink, don’t take it!

Only the legendary immortals have this ability?

"Old man, thank you!"

The young man's mouth barely touched a smile, his voice was hoarse.

"When I met it, how could I not save you!" The old fisherman hurriedly said, "There were a few fish left yesterday, and I'll cook a bowl of fish soup for you!"
To be continued...