Chapter 911: Enlightenment in the Rain (please vote for the big chapter)
Chapter 912 Enlightenment in the Rain (please vote for the big chapter)
Under the misty and dim clouds, in the bright light of the office, Zhang Anxia raised her head and looked at the woman beside her, "Hey, are you looking for a fighter?"
"I have forwarded the message to the fighter,"
The woman said slowly, "He Ao's side seems to want him to go to the West. They should have socialized before."
"It should have been during the previous selection of ruins places. That seemed to have happened not long ago,"
Zhang Anxia sighed.
"That was just a while ago,"
The woman corrected her slowly, "It has only been a few months since He Ao's selection and his departure from the Western Capital."
Zhang Anxia was stunned for a moment, seeming to be caught in some kind of short-term memory, and then laughed dumbly and said,
"It was really only two or three months. It seemed to have gone by in a flash. While we were still treading water, He Ao was already the deputy director of the field department, and he also became the special adviser to Yggdrasil."
He looked at the cumulus clouds outside the window, "In such a short period of time, he has done a lot of things. Almost every few days, I can see news about him doing new big things. These things are so dense that I even have a sense of time.
It seems like a long time ago."
"really,"
This time the woman nodded in agreement with a slight sigh, "He is so dazzling."
"to be honest,"
Zhang Anxia withdrew his gaze and said with a smile, "When I first met him, I felt that this guy was a good guy among people. He would definitely achieve something great in the future and even enter the core level of power in the institute."
He paused, "But I originally thought it would take him at least ten years, or even decades, to complete this kind of thing. I didn't expect him to finish it in a few months."
He smiled helplessly, "It feels like the little sapling you were taking care of yesterday turned into a giant tree when you woke up."
"Have you never seen anything like this before?"
The woman looked a little confused, "You're not..."
"Yes, I was one of the first people to establish the institute,"
Zhang Anxia shrugged, "I have seen many geniuses in the past, but even the most genius Lao Li I have ever seen has experienced so many things. It took him one year to go from ordinary person to C-level, and from C-level to B-level."
, it also took five years.”
He sat on the chair and smiled, "At that time, I said they were geniuses, which made me breathless. But I didn't expect that now I have truly seen what the so-called geniuses are."
He paused and reached out to pick up the files on the table. He glanced at the sky outside the window again and sighed, "The more chaotic the era, the faster we can filter out the real heroes. The times and heroes have never been the same."
It’s all symbiotic.”
"Yes, it seems that He Ao is indeed a bit 'perverted',"
The woman responded softly, but before she could continue to sigh, she found Zhang Anxia's eyes stopped outside the window, seemingly attracted by the clouds in the sky, and asked, "Is there anything wrong with the cumulus clouds outside?"
Then she saw Zhang Anxia turn around, open the information in his hand, flip through one page, and display it in front of him.
It was a page of wanted notices from the institute's headquarters, and the wanted target was a C-class transcendent code-named 'Rain Demon'.
This extraordinary person once caused many murders in the Tia Empire, and later sneaked into the Western Earth and became a member of the Dawn Organization of the Western Earth. During the Blood Sun Incident, the institute dealt a huge blow to the Dawn Organization of the Western Earth.
The 'Rain Demon' was injured by the extraordinary beings from the institute and fled to the east. The intelligence department of the institute showed that it may have blended into Middle-earth recently.
Its extraordinary ability seems to be to cause wind and rain.
"Although Xidu is close to the west, it is still far from the border,"
The woman looked at the wanted page and frowned slightly, "It's impossible for him to run so far in such a short time, right?"
"not necessarily,"
Zhang Anxia shook his head, glanced at the cumulus outside the window again, and said slowly, "The recent big events are one after another. I don't know when they will fall on us. Be careful about every detail. We need to cheer up.
Come."
"good."
The woman nodded heavily.
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The sky was getting darker, and some fishermen gathered in twos and threes by the quiet river. They brought their own benches or small poles, stretched out their fishing rods, and sat under the quiet night, watching the water waves in front of them.
He Ao held the fishing rod in his hand and stared motionlessly at the water, as if his whole body had completely blended into the night.
The little boy sitting upstream of him was still sitting there, moving the bamboo pole in his hand from time to time like a swing, sitting with He Ao in the night, looking at the water in front of him.
The stars and moonlight in the sky have been completely covered by clouds, and the night is surprisingly quiet in the darkness. Only the chirping of some scattered insects in the grass brings some life.
There were shambling figures with lights on walking along the shore, some stood up and left, and some just sat down.
The bright lights are like the stars on the ground rising and falling, igniting a little light under the sky covered by clouds.
The night was getting darker, and I don't know how long it had been before an old man wearing a straw hat, simple clothes, and carrying a big bag groped out from the depths of the night with an old-fashioned flashlight.
He passed behind He Ao, and the dim light of the flashlight shone on the little boy upstream.
He walked behind the little boy, but instead of scolding the little boy, he quietly watched the little boy fishing.
After a while, the little boy seemed to find that the light behind him had not moved for a long time, so he turned around and looked behind him.
Then he paused, looked at the old man, holding the bamboo pole dangling in his hand, and said helplessly, "Grandpa, why can't we catch fish here?"
“You have to fish slowly,”
The old man took out two small horseshoes from the backpack he carried with him, opened one for the little boy, and then opened one for himself. He sat next to the little boy. He stretched out his hand and gently held down the little boy who kept waving.
Bamboo pole hand, "You are too impatient."
"But the fish never came up."
The little boy scratched his head and raised the fishing rod. As the long fishing line appeared in the night lights, only the wet and bare fishhook with earthworms hanging on it stood there.
"The longer the fish stops coming, the more slowly you have to wait."
The old man looked at the little boy with a smile. He gently picked up the little boy, let him sit on the horse, and then used a flashlight to illuminate the little boy's 'fishing line'.
The little boy did not have a professional fishing bobber. His fishing bobber was made of luminous stickers from unknown places tied to small pieces of white foam. Under these simple fishing bobbers was a long fishing line.
The old man guided the little boy to hold the fishing rod in his hand, throw the fishhook out again, and submerge it into the water.
The little boy stared at the bubbles sinking into the water one by one and blinked.
Under the gaze of the old man beside him, he began to calm down and look at the fish floating in the water.
He Ao didn't seem to notice the interaction upstream. He just held the fishing rod in his hand and stared at the water quietly.
About half an hour later, the little boy scratched his head again. He handed the fishing rod to the old man next to him, "How about you go fishing, grandpa? I feel like I can't catch it. It's so boring sitting here."
The old man didn't speak, just smiled, reached out to take the fishing rod, and then sat quietly on the shore.
His wrinkled old cheeks were staring ahead, as if he were looking at the tranquil water surface, and at the same time seemed to be looking at the silent night.
The little boy climbed up from the horse, picked up the flashlight on the side, and walked through the grass. Sometimes he illuminated the sky covered by dark clouds, and sometimes he illuminated the silent water surface.
Most of the time, he was looking between the grass, looking for small bugs in the grass.
He walked around in the grass behind the old man several times, and finally seemed a little tired from playing. Then he took out a small plastic box filled with soil from his pocket and opened it under the light of a flashlight.
Some long earthworms emerged from the soil and then submerged again.
He walked to the old man and handed over the box in his hand, "Grandpa, it's time to change the earthworms. Fish won't like to eat earthworms that have been soaked in water for too long."
"good."
The old man looked at him with a smile, lifted the fishing rod, slowly pulled out the fishhook, then replaced it with new earthworms little by little, and threw the fishhook into the water.
Minutes and seconds passed, and still no fish took the bait.
In the surrounding darkness, fishermen began to leave sporadically, with only a few scattered people still persisting.
"grandfather,"
The little boy sat next to the old man, with his hands on the ground, looking at the dark river under the night sky, "Is there no fish here? Why can't I catch it?"
"Maybe it's because our hearts are not calm enough and the waiting time is not enough."
The old man held the fishing rod in his hand and smiled slowly.
The little boy got up from the ground, sat on the pony next to the old man, and looked at the old man, "Grandpa, how could you sit quietly for so long?"
He shook his head and looked at the fish float, "I feel so bored."
"Maybe it's because grandpa is old?"
The old man responded with a smile, "As I get older and my reaction time slows down, I can sit in one place for a long time."
boom--
A muffled thunder sounded in the silent and dark sky.
He Ao, who was downstream, raised the fishing rod in his hand, glanced at the empty hook, and threw the hook out again.
"oh,"
The little boy nodded with some vague understanding. He quickly forgot the question, looked around at the dark night, and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, are you sitting here just looking at the fish float?"
"yes."
The old man stared at the fish float that was glowing slightly in the night, and slightly held the fishing rod in his hand, "But in the tranquility of the night, there are also many sounds worth listening to."
The breeze blew through the quiet water, causing ripples.
"Have it?"
The little boy blinked his eyes, sat on the horse, swayed his calves, and looked around, "There seems to be nothing here."
boom--
There was a muffled thunder in the sky again.
Heavy raindrops began to fall from the night sky.
The rain hitting the quiet river made a crisp sound.
The last few remaining fishermen seemed to have no rain gear. They looked up at the sky in the pouring rain, as if they wanted to see when the raindrops would stop.
Soon, it rained harder.
One person held a maza on his head and hurriedly fled under the rain. The remaining people also got up one after another and escaped from the increasingly violent rain.
He Ao took out a raincoat from the small bag under the stool and put it on, then took out a wide straw hat and put it on his head.
At this time, the old man sitting upstream also quickly took out two big straw hats from the big bag he carried with him, and put one on the little boy and one on his own head.
After tying up the straw hat rope, he dug out two old and spacious raincoats and put them on the little boy and himself.
A cool breeze carrying raindrops blew across He Ao's face downstream.
He raised the fishing rod in his hand, glanced at the empty fishhook, changed the bait, threw the fishhook again, and submerged it into the water.
Upstream, the old man in a raincoat looked at the little boy beside him and asked with a smile, "Do you want to go home?"
The little boy looked at the fishing rod in the old man's hand, then at the silent water surface, shook his head, "I won't go back."
So the two of them continued to sit in the rain, looking at the simple 'fish float' being beaten by raindrops.
"Grandpa, can we catch a fish?"
Raindrops hit the edge of the straw hat. The little boy raised his head and looked at the old man beside him.
"It should be okay, as long as we stay quiet."
The old man said slowly, then he paused, handed the 'fishing rod' in his hand to the little boy, and asked with a smile, "Want to try it?"
After a brief hesitation, the little boy reached out and took the fishing rod, then held the fishing rod and looked at the quiet water.
His hand wanted to swing the fishing rod again, as if he was playing like he just did, but after a brief hesitation, he still held the fishing rod tightly, sat on the horse, and looked at the silent water surface quietly.
The old man sat next to the boy and watched the boy's movements quietly.
The patter of raindrops falling on the water surface makes a crisp sound, which is like the beating of restless hearts that cannot be still.
In the scattered rain, He Ao downstream held the fishing rod in his hand and looked at the rippling water.
He raised his hand slightly, trying to lift the fishing rod and check the bait again, but this time, when the bamboo rod was slightly raised, he stopped and stared at the slight ripples caused by his movements.
of water surface.
Under the hazy rain curtain, an illusive and stooped old man wearing a straw hat walked out from behind him, sat next to him, and stared at him quietly, staring at the slightly shaking fishing rod.
Finally, He Ao put the slightly raised fishing rod back to its original position little by little, and quietly stared at the tranquil water surface.
Everything around seemed to be quieting down little by little. The flickering fish floats undulated in the scattered rainwater, and the slight ripples caused by the young man lifting the fishing rod calmed down little by little.
The world is so noisy and yet so silent.
It's like an anxious mind is slowly soothed.
The raindrops hit the quiet river, the soft soil, the green grass, and the rustling leaves.
Hit in the flowing wind.
The sound that I had never heard before was extremely clear at this moment.
The wind rises and the rain falls, this is nature.
The flowing heart became completely silent, quietly listening to the singing of nature.
The flowing wind moves the hour hand, people on the riverside come and go, and the pattering rain is still falling.
When the dark night completely passed, among the messy raindrops, a bright light lit up at the end of the sky.
boom--
Roaring thunder sounded at the end of the clouds and sky.
The young man, who was as quiet as a stone statue in the wind and rain, raised his hand.
The fishing line from which the weight is suspended is pulled up from the water.
The plot of the main world will end tomorrow (sure)
