On the embankment opposite the lake are two rows of tall trees. Next to the trees is a three- to four-meter-wide road around the lake. Beyond that, there are large expanses of fruit trees. Across a lake, you can vaguely see various fruit trees planted. There are also green plants half a person's height growing between the fruit trees. I don't know if they are holly or tea trees.
Not far away on the right, someone is sitting on the steps facing the water and fishing. Hey, are there any fish here?
I haven’t been there for a year, and it no longer looks like a bare pool of stagnant water. It is a world of difference, full of vitality and vitality.
"Uncle, are there any fish here?" He Shiling walked over and asked softly.
There is an empty small wooden barrel next to the angler. Could it be that this is also a person who only cares about fishing but not fishing?
"Shh-" The man lifted the fish and shrimp rod in his hand, and a small carp about twenty centimeters was pulled out of the water. The fisherman smiled and took off the hook, threw the fish back into the lake, and said with a smile, "There is a fish, little girl." "
"Uncle, I'm in a good mood." As expected, he is another mood-teasing person.
"We are each other." The fisherman looked back at He Shiling with a smile, "The scenery here is beautiful and pleasing to the eye."
"Well, the scenery is pleasant." He Shiling smiled and nodded, looking at the fisherman, "Small fish are more pleasant."
"Okay, whatever I catch later will be yours." The fisherman smiled and looked back at the lake.
"It's hooked, here comes another one!" Soon, the fisherman picked up another one, took off the hook and handed it to He Shiling, "It's yours. It's bigger than the one just now."
He Shiling smiled, lifted the fish's tail, walked to the fisherman, and put the small fish into the lake.
"This is a small natural fish, and you released it just like that?" the fisherman smiled. He thought she liked to eat fish.
"I want to feel uncle's happy mood." He Shiling smiled and watched the small fish swim away along the current. Suddenly his eyes lit up, "Uncle, do you like the taste of this fish?"
"That's right, I like it very much. Unfortunately, today, I took the wrong bucket and couldn't hold the fish. I had to fish in the lake." The fisherman laughed, not afraid of disturbing the small fish in the lake.
He Shiling stood up, walked up two steps, took the small wooden bucket, looked at it carefully, was slightly startled at first, and then put it down again with a smile. Such a small bucket really cannot hold fish.
The barrel is very small, not big, but extremely distinctive: it is surrounded by eight or nine uneven small wooden boards. The gaps between the wooden boards are of different sizes. There are two silver aluminum hoops screwed together on the upper and lower sides of the wooden boards. , loosely surrounded by a circle, each of the symmetrical wooden boards has a hole for carrying hands, with two woolen threads twisted together on it, which is particularly mismatched. The bottom of the barrel is a square thin composite board, and the edge Extending beyond the barrel board, it shows the square edges and corners. This bottom of the barrel is completely in name only.
"What are you laughing at?" the fisherman looked at He Shiling and asked.
"Is this rough workmanship and poor craftsmanship, or is it originality and intentionality?"
"Hahaha," the fisherman didn't answer, but burst into laughter, "Do you think this bucket can hold fish?
"You can pack the fish. You can untie the woolen handle and thread it through the fish, or you can remove one of the symbolic aluminum bars and pick out the fish." He Shiling said with a smile, "It's just that it's difficult to pack the fish and water at the same time."
"What a smart little girl." The fisherman laughed, "Tell me, why is it so difficult to hold water?"
"Reasons: 1. The barrel staves are of different lengths. The shortest one is four to five centimeters, which is six times different from the longest one. The maximum water storage capacity is four to five centimeters. This decorative hoop has no binding force on the barrel staves and is purely decorative. ; 2. The gap between the barrel boards is too large, and even if the hoop is tightened, it will be difficult to narrow it, and the water will flow out; the wool is not strong and durable enough for the weight of a bucket of water, and the water will pour out; finally, the bottom of the bucket , it is also a decoration, it will be soaked in water and dripping, and it may also break."
The fisherman listened attentively and nodded from time to time, "That makes sense, but what should I do if I want to fill it with water?"
"Every part needs to be adjusted." He Shiling turned her head and looked at the unique small wooden barrel. "We need to make up for the shortcomings, tighten the aluminum bars, eliminate gaps, replace the handle with durability, and finally, replace it with a strong barrel. Bottom. What do you think, uncle?"
"Which part is the most important and needs adjustment?" the fisherman asked again.
"Of course -" He Shiling was stunned for a moment, which part is the most important? "Every part is important." "
Looking at the smiling fisherman in front of me, I suddenly felt that this fisherman not only likes to catch fish in this lake, right?
"Hahaha. Okay. This small bucket is for you." The fisherman smiled and began to take back the fishing rod. "It can't hold the fish, and I'm tired of taking it back. Just help me collect it."
He Shiling looked at the person in front of her with some confusion. What was the use of this bucket if she wanted it? She doesn’t know how to do carpentry, and she doesn’t like to eat fish, let alone this strange little bucket for fishing?
"This is my favorite work. So far, I have only given away three, and you are the third one. Keep it well." The fisherman laughed and walked towards the cobblestone path above the steps while carrying the fishing rod.
He Shiling took the strange little wooden barrel and looked at it carefully. He found that there was a line of small words written on the longest barrel board: Use strengths and avoid weaknesses, give full play to characteristics and advantages, and become the commanding heights.
He Shiling turned the small wooden bucket and found that the shortest one also had a line of small words on it: When the good and the bad are mixed, you must first make up for the shortcomings.
I looked back and saw the people who were gradually walking away and turning towards the lake-circling road outside the lake.
After taking the small wooden bucket, he sat back on the steps. Thinking of the conversation with the fisherman just now, He Shiling frowned slightly and fell into thinking...
The weeping willows that seemed to be around were swaying gently in the wind. People passed by on the road around the lake from time to time, and someone was walking towards here on the lawn not far away.
"Dad, where's your keg?"
A slender, handsome boy, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a brown mid-length leisurely woolen coat, dark blue jeans, and white sneakers. Staring at the man walking towards me, he only had an empty fishing rod in his hand, no fish, and no bucket.
"Giving it away. Why are you here, Xiaonan?" The person who replied was the fisherman who had just discussed fish and buckets with He Shiling. He looked around and said, "Where is Xiaoyao?"
"He's at the back." Ke Mengnan looked at his father. Hehe, he changed the subject again. "Who did you give the keg to?"
"Na--" The fisherman pointed to the man sitting by the water by the weeping willow not far away. Oh, he is still there.
"Know?" Ke Mengnan looked in the direction and saw the profile of a girl with short hair and a beige coat. She seemed to be a student.
"I don't know him, but I will get to know him in the future." Ke Chengzhi smiled, patted the shoulder of the person in front of him, and walked away gracefully, ignoring the still confused eyes.
Just give it away so casually? This doesn't quite resemble his old father's style.
Ke Mengnan watched his father leave. Lin Xiaoyao had been grinding away at that small bucket since before the winter vacation, but he had never been able to get it.
He had an identical bucket. His father made it and gave it to him when he was admitted to Linnuo High School during the summer vacation of his third year of junior high school. After a whole summer vacation, he realized the meaning of the small bucket his father gave him. It is said that there was another one, and to whom it was given, my father did not mention it, nor did he ask.
Later, he still found out. During the winter vacation of his second year of high school, he accidentally chatted with Song Yi, his head teacher and Chinese teacher, and discovered that Teacher Song mentioned the principle of wooden barrels and said that he had a short wooden barrel. Teacher Song is their idol in their eyes: handsome, humorous, knowledgeable, and a good teacher and helpful friend. Teacher Song felt ashamed.
But the third bucket was just given away? Ke Mengnan was a little confused. He looked at the person by the lake not far ahead and decided to go and see what kind of person he was.
When I walked along the road around the lake to the cobblestone path that turned towards the lake, I found a familiar figure walking next to the person sitting there. When I looked carefully, it was Teacher Song!
Could it be that she is also Ling Nuo's student?
"Hey - why are you here?" Lin Xiaoyao rode a bicycle from behind, "We agreed to wait for me at the entrance. If Uncle Ke hadn't told me, I would still be waiting for you."
"Hey, I'm talking to you. What are you looking at?" Lin Xiaoyao put down the car, walked up to Ke Mengnan, glanced at him, and followed his line of sight, "Hey, isn't that Teacher Song? Hi - "
"Stop it." Ke Mengnan stopped Lin Xiaoyao, "Don't you see anyone next to you? Let's go."
"Hey - where are you going?" Lin Xiaoyao pushed the car and rode over, "Do you want me to give you a ride?"
Ke Mengnan smiled, pushed the back seat of the car hard, and the car drove forward along the downhill Huanhu Road...
