Jefferson also wanted to see what kind of story Xiao Yang could make up temporarily. He didn't like Xiao Yang, especially Xiao Yang, who was a "literary" but was messing around in the entertainment industry.
Literary people should have the character of a literati!
Xiao Yang told the story of the old man and the sea with a bright look.
"He was an old man fishing alone on a small boat in the Gulfstream. He has been there for eighty-four days and has not caught a single fish."
"In the first forty days, a boy was with him. However, after forty days, he had not caught a fish. The child's parents told him that the old man must be in full trouble now."
"So the child followed their instructions and boarded another boat, and caught three good fish in the first week."
"The child felt very uncomfortable when he saw that the boat was always empty when the old man came back every day. He always walked down the shore and helped the old man get the rolled fishing lines, or hooks and harpoons, and sails wrapped around the mast.
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"I used some patches on the sail with flour bag slices, and when I closed it, I looked like a flag that marked eternal failure..."
Xiao Yang told the story in a casual manner, as if he was creating a novel on the spot.
Everyone gradually became fascinated by the hearing.
Even Jefferson, who was a little arrogant at first, gradually changed his face.
Xiao Yang's story continues.
Many fishermen in the village joked about the old man because he couldn't catch the fish, but the children thought the old man was the best fisherman.
The old man and his children fish not only to make money, but to regard it as a career that is common.
The old man is old and his physical strength is not as strong as his prime, but he knows many tricks of fishing and is determined, so he is still a good fisherman.
On this day, he made an appointment with his children to go out to sea together.
That night, the old man had a dream, dreaming that his boy was sailing in Africa while he was a sailor and saw a lion playing on the beach.
After waking up, he walked on the moonlight to wake up the child. The two of them took two boats in separate boats and sailed towards the sea of their choice after leaving the port.
Before dawn, the old man had already put down the bait.
The bait is wrapped with the hook handle, and the protruding parts of the hook are wrapped with fresh sardines.
The bait is full of fragrance and tastes delicious.
Just as Santiago was staring at the fishing line intently, he saw a green pole exposed to the water falling rapidly into the water.
He gently pinched the fishing line with his thumb and index finger of his right hand.
The fishing line was passively moved, and the pulling force was not strong.
The old man understood that in the depths of the sea water below a hundred Yingxun, a marlin was eating sardines on the hook.
He felt the slight pulling below, very happy.
After a while, he felt something hard and heavy, which was clearly the weight of a marlin. He concluded that it was a big fish.
He first let go of the fishing line, then shouted loudly and used all his strength to close the fishing line, but the fish did not rise for an inch, but instead swam away slowly.
The old man carried the fishing line on his back to increase the pulling force against the marlins, but it didn't work much. He watched the boat float northwest.
The old man thought that the fish would die soon after using too much force, but four hours later the fish still dragged the boat to swim towards the vast sea. The old man still pulled the fishing wire on his back without any slacking off.
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He looked back and saw that the land had disappeared from his sight. The sun sets west and the stars are everywhere.
He made a judgment: the big fish did not change its direction all night.
It was cold at night, and the old man's sweat was dry, and he felt cold all over his body.
He put a sack under the fishing line on his shoulder to reduce friction, and then bent down to lean on the bow, so that he felt much more comfortable.
He said to himself loudly: "It would be great if the child was here, so he could help me and take a look at all this."
It was very cold the day before dawn, and the old man stood against the wood to keep warm. He thought how long the fish could support me and how long I could support me.
He yelled in a gentle tone: "Fish, as long as I don't die, I will deal with you to the end."
After the sun rose, the old man found that the fish was not tired yet, but the slope of the fishing line showed that the fish might jump up. This was exactly what he wanted. He said, "Fish, I love you and respect you very much. But
I must kill you before it gets dark today.”
The fish began to restlessly, and it suddenly pulled the boat and swayed for a while.
The old man touched the fishing line with his right hand and found that the hand was bleeding.
After a while, his left hand twitched again, but he still tried his best to persevere.
He ate a few slices of tuna meat to increase his strength to deal with the big fish.
At this moment, the fishing line slowly rose, and the big fish finally appeared on the water. In the sun, it was bright and dazzling, with colorful colors.
Its beak looks like a softball bat, sharp like a slender sword, and its scythe-like tail slid into the water, and the fishing line slid down quickly.
Santiyago was surprised to find that the big fish was two feet longer than the boat. He and the big fish were stalemate until sunset, and the two sides had been fighting for two days and one night.
He couldn't help but recall his experience of playing wrench with a black man in Casablanca when he was young. They placed their elbows on the table with chalk lines, stretched their forearms, clasped their hands tightly, and fought each other for a day and night.
Eight hours later, there was a referee changing every four hours and letting them take turns to sleep.
Both Santiago and the black man had bleeding from his fingernails.
Once, the black man drank sweet wine and used all his strength to press Santiago's hand down nearly three inches, but Santiago pulled his hand back to his original position and tried hard to turn the black man's hand at dawn the next day.
He defeated his hand, and from then on he became a hero in people's minds.
The long-lasting battle between the old man and the big fish continued from night to dawn.
The big fish leaped for more than a dozen times and began to circle the boat.
The old man was dizzy and saw black spots shaking in front of him, but he was still pulling the fishing line tightly.
When the fish swims beside him, he puts down the fishing line and steps under his feet, then lifts the harpoon high and pierces it into the fish.
The big fish jumped into the air, fully demonstrating its beauty and power, and then fell into the water with a rumbling sound, and the waves splashed the old man and wet the entire boat.
It leaned toward the sky, and its silver-white belly turned up, and the blood flowing from its heart dyed the blue sea water red.
The old man tied the big fish to the side of the boat and returned successfully.
But more than an hour later, the shark smelled the bloody smell of the big fish and followed him to grab the fish meat.
When the old man saw the blue back of the first swim shark, he prepared the harpoon and tied it with a rope.
When the shark approached the stern of the boat to bite the big fish's tail, the old man held the harpoon tightly and stabbed it into the shark's head.
The shark broke the rope with force, lay quietly on the water for a while, and slowly sank.
The old man lost the harpoon and tied the knife to the paddle as a weapon. He used the knife to kill two invading sharks, but the knife broke in the subsequent fight, and he switched to a short stick.
After a night of struggle, his boat finally drove into the alley, and people saw the huge white fish spine beside the boat.
At this moment, everyone was silent.
The next morning, the child came to visit the old man, and when he saw him so tired that he couldn't help crying loudly.
When the old man woke up, the child brought him a cup of steaming coffee.
The two looked at each other and smiled and made an appointment to go fishing together in a few days. The child said he still had a lot to learn.
After the child left, the old man fell asleep and he dreamed of the African lion again.
Xiao Yang said, "The story I told ends here, but the legend of the old man continues."
After listening to Xiao Yang's "The Old Man and the Sea".