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Tong Zhenyu took the fishing net made of her hollowed out vest and walked away. Zijun couldn't drive a yacht. He could only sit on the yacht and looked nervously for his shadow in the water.

Although Tong Zhenyu said he can swim, people are in the water. In case of calf cramps, it will be troublesome, because she is not good at swimming.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help regretting. Really, what's the topic of catching fish with Tong Zhenyu?

If you don't talk about catching fish, Tong Zhenyu won't jump into the water.

She had seen the scene of cramps in the water. It was last summer. Lin Chengfei took her to the beach to swim.

Of course, she uses a swimming ring, and Lin Chengfei can swim. Naturally, he won't take the swimming ring into the water. He just plays next to her, scoops up water with his hands, splashes it on her and fights with her.

In fact, at the beginning, everything was very smooth, and both of them had a great time. Lin Chengfei had been swimming towards the deep water area, and she occupied her own swimming circle and swam with him.

Just after swimming to the edge of the deep water area, Lin Chengfei in the water suddenly kept waving his hands, and his face was all flustered.

Zijun was frightened at that time. He quickly pushed a few feet into the water and swam to him. He stretched out his hand and grabbed his hand waving wildly in the water.

"What's the matter?" she asked with concern.

Lin Chengfei's face, which had caught Zijun's swimming circle, eased slightly. He gasped and replied to her, "there are some cramps in the lower leg, which can't make you work. Fortunately, you take the swimming circle, otherwise we'll be in trouble today."

At that time, she said, "nonsense, I don't even dare to go down without a swimming circle. I guess I'll play with the sand on the beach now."

Lin Chengfei, who came slowly, smiled and said, "well, let's stop swimming in the water and hurry to the shore to play with the sand."

At that time, she didn't know when Lin Chengfei's calf didn't cramp, but on the way back, Lin Chengfei's hand always grabbed her swimming circle.

"Zijun, the fish is coming," Tong Zhenyu's voice pulled her back from her memory.

She quickly looked for her voice and turned around. At the tail of the yacht, Tong Zhenyu was holding the fishing net made of her hollowed out vest with a triumphant smile on her face.

"Your little fish net is very useful," Tong Zhenyu smiled and put the fish in the net into the yacht. "Although it's a little small, it's better than empty handed."

"Awesome!" Zijun immediately praised his husband: "it's all right. This fish is not very small. Why can't you swallow a mouthful."

Tong Zhenyu smiled, shook the hollowed out fishing net and said, "well, I'll help you net a fish that can be swallowed in one bite."

"Then you can only net shrimp," Zijun joked with him, "but the fishing net is hollowed out. You can't catch small shrimp."

"Then I'll have a big net," Tong Zhenyu said with a smile. "You keep our fish on the yacht. When you come back, I'll net you a fish weighing two kilograms, enough for us to eat roast fish."

Zijun smiled and responded to him: "forget it, you'd better get out of the way if you see a big fish. It's estimated that the fishing net can't bear the two kilos of fish. At that time, the net will be broken if the fish don't catch it."

"It's better to break it," Tong Zhenyu joked with a smile. "If the net is broken, take off your skirt. I'll make a big fishing net and net ten kilograms of fish."

“..”

Tong Zhenyu has no face and skin. She won't talk to him.

Tong Zhenyu took the small fishing online game again. Zijun suddenly remembered the calf cramp when he couldn't see him. Just now he forgot to call Tong Zhenyu up.

Zijun sat in the yacht a little anxious. He didn't even want to see the little fish about 22 just now. He kept staring at the lake. He just looked forward to Tong Zhenyu coming back early, even if he didn't catch the fish.

But sometimes people are like this. The more you hope for something, the more difficult it will be to realize what you hope for.

This time, Tong Zhenyu left for a longer time than any time, and his figure did not appear in Zijun's sight.

At first, Zijun was still stable and waited quietly.

But with the passage of time, she couldn't sit still. She slowly stood up and looked at the lake in the hope of seeing him.

But it was night and in the center of the lake. There was no other light except the crescent moon in the sky, so the sight was very limited.

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, fifteen minutes passed..

Zijun finally couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't help making a horn with his hand and shouted loudly: "Tong Zhenyu.. Tong Zhenyu.. Tong Zhenyu..."

"Tong Zhenyu..." her voice became louder and louder, almost tearing her throat.

Instead of calling Tong Zhenyu back, she called a yacht not far away.

"What's the matter?" the yacht approached her yacht. Seeing her anxious look, she couldn't help asking.

"My husband..." Zijun opened his mouth. Before he said anything, his tears fell down first: "my husband has caught fish... Nearly 20 minutes... He hasn't come back yet..."

Because she was worried, her voice was trembling and intermittent. The whole person was very nervous, and an ominous premonition came to her mind.

Cramps, it must be calf cramps, and once the calf cramps in the water, the consequences

"Don't be nervous," the man of the yacht quickly comforted her. "By the way, does your husband take any life-saving tools into the water, such as tires or swimming suits?"

"No," he said, shaking his head like a rattle. "There's nothing. He just... He jumped into the water alone."

"Then look at the yacht and look around?" the man on the yacht shouted to her, "what's the use of crying? Start the yacht quickly and let's look separately. Although the lake is not very deep, but..."

"I can't drive a yacht," Zijun finally cried, sobbing: "I can't drive a yacht, I can't swim, i“

"What are you crying for?" a familiar voice suddenly sounded beside the yacht.

Zijun looked back and saw that Tong Zhenyu had come back, and he was holding her fishing net made of hollowed out vest in his hand.

"Zhenyu, are you back?" Zijun was overjoyed. He immediately rushed forward and hugged his head with both hands. The pink lips fell on Tong Zhenyu's face like a chicken pecking rice.

"Ah..." Tong Zhenyu is silent. His little wife is worried about him.

A strange feeling was born leisurely in my heart. It was so beautiful to be feared and remembered. I knew he should have waited a few more minutes to come back.