Fish swimming around the world

As he spoke, the old man suddenly glanced at Bai Xiaocui, and his eyes moved: "Boy, this girl..."

"Oh, my wife." Jiang Fan said casually.

The old man's calm expression suddenly became very exciting: "Your wife? When did you little brat get married?"

"Just a few days ago, this matter is not as long as my mother's. Let's talk about it when we get back."

Bai Xiaocui looked indifferently and nodded to the old man.

The old man glanced at Bai Xiaocui thoughtfully, nodded slightly, but did not ask any more questions.

From beginning to end, the old man did not look at the Black Mountain Nine Bears, nor did he speak to them. However, the Black Mountain Nine Bears were inexplicably very quiet. Even Ding Shaoan rarely made a sound. He followed the old man and Jiang Fan to the center of the sandbank a few steps behind.

There is a small thatched hut among the trees in the middle of the sandbank, simple and clean. There is a wooden table and a few unique wooden chairs in the open space outside the door. There is a fishing net hanging next to it, but there is nothing else.

"Thanks to your old age, you can live such a simple life for decades."

Jiang Fan said this, arranged for Bai Xiaocui and others to sit down, and then began to pack up the fish.

"Old fisherman, get some food, this is only enough for a bowl of soup."

The old man put the fishing rod in the corner and clapped his hands casually: "Just wait, it's rare for a guest to come here, so he can't just drink a bowl of soup."

Not long after, before Jiang Fan had finished collecting the fish, he saw the huge egret landing on the spot, holding a sixty-seven-pound wild goat in its talons.

"Huh? That's right, Dabai is great. Fish and sheep are all fresh in the pot. I'm going to have a good meal tonight." Jiang Fan smiled and threw a red fish to the egret.

The Black Mountain Nine Bears seemed to be ignored, but they did not show any displeasure. Without him, this old man seems to have a natural, indifferent and pure aura that makes people unable to have any other emotions at all.

"It is said that a gentleman cooks far away, but you, a bastard, learned a wonderful cooking skill from somewhere. I haven't tasted it for a long time, but I miss it very much." The old man tasted it carefully, with a look of enjoyment.

"Eat all of them. You'll miss home when you're full." Jiang Fan greeted Heishan Jiuxiong, Bai Xiaocui and others with a smile.

Ding Shaoan couldn't help but mutter: "You are so full that you feel homesick. Why do you have so many dirty words?"

But he could no longer resist the temptation of delicious food prepared by Jiang Fan himself.

Not only him, but anyone who has eaten it can't resist it. In this world that only knows how to bake, cook, and cook, Jiang Fan's craftsmanship is unparalleled.

"Boy, last time you said you would complete the poem when you come again. Now let me listen to it. It will be good if you are satisfied."

Jiang Fan put down the spoon, held his head and thought: "The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the West Ridge, and the door is docked with the ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu."

The old man's eyes lit up: "What a poem!" Then he recited: "Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky; the window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the West Ridge, and the boat thousands of miles away from the East Wu is moored at the door. Well, let's float a big white."

Black Mountain Nine Bears could not understand these sophisticated things, but Bai Xiaocui and Ding Shaoan were stunned. Bai Xiaocui said nothing, and Ding Shaoan couldn't help but look Jiang Fan up and down, as if he was getting to know him again.

Jiang Fan hit the snake with a stick and said, "Old man, you have to help me with this matter."

The old man laughed and scolded: "How can I fool you, a young boy? Don't worry, I will make my own arrangements tomorrow. But I still don't understand. According to what you said, these people are chasing you for no reason. However, I know You little naughty boy is by no means an economical person. I'm afraid things won't be simple. I don't bother to ask. You should go away when you're full. Don't bother me here."

"That's it. Don't worry. I told you it was just a way. I was going to Qingyun Mountain."

"Qingyun Mountain?" The old man was stunned for a moment: "I see. Let's leave tomorrow. I will give you a ride."

Jiang Fan quickly cupped his hands and said, "The relationship is good, I know your old man is very particular about it. Besides..." he said with a salivation on his face: "How about I stop sending you a poem, how about giving me some more benefits?"

The old man glared at him fiercely, but finally put down his chopsticks: "You kid is always so greedy. Alas! Although you are a bastard, your poetry is the best in the world. Anyway, let's talk about it first."

Jiang Fan started pacing pretentiously, looking up at the sky from time to time, acting like a master, but unfortunately he had the face of a young man, who looked like the kind of guy who was worried about composing new words. However, with that poem in front of him, no one said anything to ridicule him at this time.

Jiang Fan shook his head and groaned for a while, and finally clapped his hands: "Yes! Master, please listen carefully. Birds will fly away from thousands of mountains, and people will disappear from thousands of paths..."

As soon as Jiang Fan opened his mouth, he was like Wang Zha. Not only the old man, Bai and Ding, but even the Black Mountain Nine Bears who were not familiar with writing could sense the artistic conception.

"...Okay, okay." The old man brushed his beard, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a lonely and desolate scene came to his face, making people instantly immersed in it.

"Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and people have disappeared from thousands of paths; a man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river!"

As soon as the whole poem came out, the old man's fingers stroking his beard stopped immediately, and Bai Xiaocui's bowls and chopsticks also stopped.

They all seemed to see a small boat on the snow-covered river, and an old fisherman fishing alone in the cold middle of the river. The world is pure and silent, spotless and silent. The old fisherman's noble style and aloof character are vividly displayed on the page, as if they were tailor-made for the old man in front of him.

After a long time, the old man nodded, his eyes full of admiration: "It's really a good poem."

Jiang Fan looked like he was shitting his ass: "That's right, Jiang Fan's products must be of high quality. Look at this..."

The old man pushed him away with disdain: "I have my own plans, go away, don't block me from eating."

Jiang Fan hurriedly and attentively served him a bowl of soup: "Take a sip first, the nutrients are all in the soup, it's more delicious than meat."

The old man looked at Bai Xiaocui: "Does this girl have a birthmark on her face?"

Bai Xiaocui is different from Jiuxiong. It seems that anyone or anywhere has no effect on her. Hearing this, she just said: "No."

Jiang Fan took over the conversation and said: "She got it later. At that time, she was seriously ill and unconscious for several days. Can you take a look?"

The old man drank the soup and said: "I am just a fisherman. You know who to go to for medical treatment? He knows If you don't see it well, what's the point of looking for me. "

Jiang Fan curled his lips: "That old guy always says that his medical skills are the best in the world, but he can't even treat a red spot. I think his ability to brag is really the best in the world."

"Bragging?"

"Ah, that's it. In our hometown, when we kill cattle, we will blow open the cowhide so that the fur is more intact. But it's tiring to hear about it. How big of a boast, so the kid uses it to describe bragging. "

The old man laughed: "You kid, you are still so naughty. If the old guy hears you, he will definitely beat you up."

Jiang Fan disdainfully: "The old guy ran away a long time ago. As long as there is something, he runs faster than a rabbit."

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