The fisherman had a fishing rod on his shoulder and a fish basket in his hand. He looked at Qiqi and asked curiously.
Qiqi raised his head and glanced at the fisherman and said, "I'm catching fish. I'll wait for daddy to come back and cook grilled fish."
As he said that, two fish swam into the circle surrounded by river pebbles. 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 child chuckled, and he threw two half-foot-long river fish from the water to the shore, and then used a willow branch to string them from the gills, and six fish were already strung on this willow branch.
Each of the fish looks quite big.
"Hey, can you still use this method to catch fish? This is much better than the old man's fishing!" the fisherman praised in surprise.
Qiqi felt happy to be praised and asked: "Grandpa, how many fish did you catch today?"
When the fisherman heard this, his face suddenly became a little uneasy. He laughed twice and said: "This, this, hehe, I am not very lucky today -"
Qiqi looked at the fisherman with some confusion and said, "Grandpa, how many fish did you catch?"
The fisherman looked more and more embarrassed and said: "Well, there may be a problem with the place I chose today. Hey, I will definitely catch it tomorrow."
Qiqi tilted his head and thought for a while, then smiled and said: "Ah, I understand, grandpa, did you not catch any fish today?"
The fisherman laughed awkwardly and suddenly said: "Okay, old man, I said I couldn't catch any fish today. It turns out that you kid took all the fish away. Alas, I'm going to starve today. What a bad luck!"
Qiqi didn't know it was a lie. Hearing what the fisherman said was pitiful, he thought for a while and said, "Grandpa, I didn't know you were fishing here. Do you think this is a good idea? Can I give you two of these fish?"
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The fisherman rolled his eyes and said, "That's not enough. You have to give me the method of trapping fish."
Qiqi did not doubt that he was there, and nodded: "Okay, grandpa, if you learn this method, you don't have to be hungry."
The fisherman sheepishly laughed "hehe" twice, but without any courtesy he walked to the river and learned how to build a stone circle for fish with the children.
The old man and the young man made four or five stone circles by the river and caught more than ten river fish. The fisherman divided half of them and filled a fish basket half full. Finally, he patted the fish basket with satisfaction.
, said: "Now you don't have to go hungry for three days!"
Qiqi used willow branches to skewer the remaining fish and held it in his hand, saying, "Grandpa, I have to leave too. Dad, Mom, and Aunt Mei are still waiting for food."
With that said, he waved to the fisherman, turned around and left from the river.
"Hey, little guy, you taught the old man how to catch fish, but the old man doesn't know your name yet!" the fisherman asked behind him.
"My name is Qiqi." The little boy came back to his senses and replied.
"This is a nickname. Does it have a famous name?" the fisherman asked again.
"Daddy has always called me Qiqi, I don't have any other name!" the child replied with some confusion.
"That's it!"
The fisherman nodded, but he didn't know when a milky white stone appeared in his palm. It looked very beautiful. The fisherman's thumb touched the stone in his hand, and some white dust seemed to be 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 him how to catch fish. The old man also gave you something, just think of it as a gift!"
Qiqi looked at the stone in the fisherman's hand, shook his head, and said, "Dad won't let me just ask for other people's things."
The fisherman laughed "haha" when he heard this, stretched out his hand and touched the child's head, and said: "You are a good boy, but this is just a stone, and it is not what you want, but the old man, I will give it to you."
one's gift."
Qiqi heard her father say that a boy's head should not be touched casually. In the past, when Aunt Mei touched his head, he would avoid it. Although his mother rarely showed affection, she would occasionally touch his head.
It still made him feel very uncomfortable, but the strange thing was that when the old man in front of him touched his head with his hand, he did not think of avoiding it. On the contrary, following the words of praise from the fisherman's mouth, he still felt very uncomfortable.
Used.
Qi Qi's age naturally makes it hard for him to understand the logical relationship between these words in words. In addition, the fisherman in front of him can make him feel the kindness and care from the heart, so he took it from the fisherman's hand in a daze.
But when he took it into his hands, Qi Qi discovered that there was a hole pierced at the top of the milky white stone and it was tied up with a crystal clear silk thread.
Qiqi grabbed the silk thread and lifted the stone up. Only then did he see that the stone was carved with exquisite patterns, and there was a font engraved in the middle of the patterns on the front.
"Do you know what this word is called?" the fisherman asked.
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 his clothes under his neck. In this way, if he didn't untie his clothes, he wouldn't even see the stone hanging on his neck.
milky white stones.
The fisherman bent down and straightened Qiqi's clothes, then patted him on the shoulder, stared at him and smiled: "Remember, this character is pronounced 'Zhao', it is a gift from grandpa to you, and it is also a gift to us, young and old.
No one should tell them their secrets."
Qiqi nodded as if he understood, and then said: "You didn't even tell dad?"
The fisherman laughed "haha" twice and said: "Don't worry, your father will know sooner or later."
Qiqi nodded and tilted his head as if he was about to say something, but suddenly he heard a faint voice from upstream of the river, which seemed to be calling him.
"It's Daddy. Daddy is back to see me!"
Qiqi's eyes lit up, and he turned around to say goodbye to the fisherman, but there was nothing in front of him. Where was the old fisherman there?
Qiqi looked around suspiciously, but suddenly the fisherman's voice came to his ears, saying: "Kid, remember, don't let them know about the gift grandpa gave you."
"Qiqi? Why do you kid have to run so far? But it's so easy to find dad!" Yang Qinyu's voice came from not far away.
When Qiqi turned around, she saw her father walking along the river.
"Oh, you caught so many fish? I didn't expect that you could catch so many just by telling you, but now you don't have to go to the river to catch fish again!"
When Yang Qinyu saw several river fish strung together with willow branches, she immediately touched her son's head and praised them happily.
Listening to his father's praise, Qiqi smiled very proudly, but when his father touched his head, he felt exactly the same as the old fisherman. No wonder he felt so comfortable.
Yang Qinyu held her son on her body with one hand, and lifted up a few river fish with the other hand, and said, "Let's go, daddy will teach you how to cook grilled fish today, so that you won't be hungry again when daddy is not by your side."
"Okay, okay!" Qiqi clapped her hands and smiled.
The two fathers talked and laughed all the way as they left the river beach, but no one noticed that in a forest not far from the river, the fisherman carrying a fishing rod was watching the two of them leave.
Watching the father and son go away, the fisherman suddenly shook the fishing rod in his hand, and a scream of "ah" suddenly came from behind him.
He turned around and looked around, only to see two monks lying on the ground "humming and groaning" in the woods. There was also a monk who was slightly injured and tried to escape when the fisherman turned around, but was killed by a man.
A fishing line was wrapped around the pusher, and a blood groove was drawn out, almost cutting off the entire calf. The monk was holding his leg and howling loudly.
"Tell me, who sent you here and who are the people 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 offered us a large sum of crystals to ask us to do something. We just follow the instructions and take the child away. As for who the financial owner is, that is not something we should know." The man holding himself
The monk with lower legs looked at the fisherman with fear in his eyes.
Two sneers came from under the fisherman's bamboo hat, and he said: "It seems that the three of you want to be toasted instead of eating the fine wine. There are many ways in the world of cultivation that can make people live but not die, but I don't know what the three of them are.
How many ounces of oil can the bones boil out?"
"We really don't know. Even if you kill us, you won't know!" the three monks begged.
The fisherman snorted coldly, and his whole body was filled with evil energy. The three monks had done this kind of thing a lot, and they still didn't know what would happen to them next. All of them suddenly looked desperate.
However, when the three of them closed their eyes and waited for death, death never came. When the three of them opened their eyes, there was no trace of the fisherman in the woods.
The three monks each looked at each other. In the end, the monk whose leg was almost broken by the fisherman suddenly realized something and said: "No, let's get out of here quickly!"
Just when the other two were still confused, a ray of light suddenly crossed the river and landed in the woods. A monk wrapped in black clothes appeared next to the three monks.
"Run!"
The monk ignored that the wound on his calf that had just been stopped burst again, got up and ran out of the woods.
The other two monks finally understood what was going on, and followed them crawling around regardless of their injuries.
"Humph, a bunch of trash!"
The monk in black snorted coldly, and suddenly reached out and slapped a willow tree next to him.
Almost instantly, a strange aura suddenly spread along the willow trees to the entire forest, and then the entire forest was suddenly filled with a strange atmosphere.
Just as the three monks were about to escape, suddenly the ground in the entire forest began to boil. Countless roots and vines stretched out from the ground, stirring up earth, rocks, and sand all over the place. Like a group of demons dancing around, the entire forest was instantly sealed off.
One of the three monks had his ankle entangled by a tree root, one was pulled around his waist, and another simply had his neck tightened by a tree root. No matter how hard the three of them struggled, the roots danced on the ground.
He retracted and plunged into the ground again, and the three monks were buried alive one by one.
The black-clothed monk glanced towards the woods, then disappeared in a flash of light.
The forest that had regained its calm could not see any trace of what had just happened. After about half a stick of incense, another escaping light flashed across the horizon. The black-clothed monk who had just left came back. However, in the woods,
But everything was as silent as ever.
"Strange!" The black-clothed monk murmured in a low voice, and then set up the escape light again, but this time he really left.
And shortly after the monk in black left, a man suddenly walked out from the trunk of a birch tree in the woods. It was the fisherman wearing a bamboo hat.
"Strange, this aura feels a bit familiar. Who could it be?" The fisherman muttered to himself, rubbing his chin.
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