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 kilogram 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 came 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 a 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 acquainted with him again.
Jiang Fan hit the snake with a stick and said, "Old man, you have to help with this matter."
The old man laughed and scolded: "How can I fool you, a young boy? Don't worry, I will make arrangements for tomorrow. But I still don't understand. According to what you said, these people want to hunt you out of nowhere, but I know You little naughty boy is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp. I'm afraid things won't be simple. I don't bother to ask. When you're full, you should leave as soon as possible and don't disturb my purity here."
"That's right. 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. But 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! Listen carefully, old man. Birds will fly away from thousands of mountains, and people will disappear from thousands of paths..."
Jiang Fan was like Wang Zha as soon as he opened his mouth. Not only did he mention the old man and Bai and Ding, even the Black Mountain Nine Bears, who were not familiar with writing, felt 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 blend into 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 pulled him away in disgust: "I have my own plans. Go ahead and don't block my meal."
Jiang Fan quickly and diligently served a bowl of soup: "Take a sip first. All the nutrients are in the soup. It's more delicious than meat."
The old man looked at Bai Xiaocui: "Is this girl a birthmark on her face?"
Bai Xiaocui is different from Jiuxiong. No one or anywhere seems to have any influence on her. When she heard this, she just said: "No."
Jiang Fan took over the conversation and said: "She only got here later. She was seriously ill and was in coma for several days at that time. Are you going to take a look at her?"
The old man drank the soup and said, "I'm just a fisherman. You know who to call for medical treatment, but he doesn't think much of it. So what's the use of looking for me."
Jiang Fan pouted: "That old guy keeps saying that his medical skills are the best in the world, and he can't even see a red spot. I think his bragging ability is really the best in the world."
"boast?"
"Ah, that's right. In our hometown, when a cow is killed, the hide is blown open so that the fur is more intact. But it sounds tiring and loud, so I use it to describe someone who talks big. .”
The old man laughed: "You kid, you are still so naughty. If the old guy hears this, he will give you a beating."
Jiang Fan said disdainfully: "The old guy has run away a long time ago. As long as something happens, he can run faster than a rabbit."
