Volume II Winter Lake Chapter 218: Under the Banyan Tree, by the Pond
A middle-aged man is rushing fish under a tree beside a pond in a village in Daheguo.
A white cloth wrapped around his face, covering his injured eyes, and he could not see the bubbles spitting in the pond, nor could he see the ups and downs of the fishing lines. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be irritated and depressed, but he
The hand holding the fishing rod is still so stable, with a calm expression, neither anxious nor dull.
The thin bamboo pole drooped slightly, pulling into a bow-like curve. The fishing line reached into the pond water, which shocked a water reptile to avoid it quickly, and there was a sound of swinging its tail at the bottom of the water.[]
The middle-aged man tightened his right hand slightly and lifted the bamboo pole. A not-fat carp was raised to the water surface. He struggled with his life. He put away the rod and stretched out his hand, picked the fish off the hook, and threw it into his side to soak it.
In the fish basket in the pond, I seem to be extremely skillful in the movements. I think I have been doing these things recently.
A woman in plain clothes walked behind him and looked at the fish basket and exclaimed joyfully. The woman looked ordinary and pretty, and was dressed in a simple and simple manner, but she looked clean. She looked at her eyebrows and eyes, and looked at her early twenties.
Luo Bin was numb in the joy in his eyes, but he seemed to be in his thirties. The woman said a few words to him and helped him walk behind the tree.
Behind the banyan tree is a small courtyard with a slightly slanted fence and the thatched grass gradually faded. It looks a bit dilapidated, but the yard and house are cleaned up very clean, just like the feeling that the woman gives people.
"It seems that you really like fishing. If there are still leftover fish, I will go to the town to change some wine music tomorrow. I heard that fish like to eat those things."
The woman said.
The middle-aged man said, "I don't like fishing, but I can't help but feel anxious and uneasy, wanting to calm my mind."
"Doctor Song said that Ruzhong Yao is fine, it should be fine today."
The woman held him down on the chair and looked at his face nervously, trying to reach out and untie the white cloth covering his eyes, but she didn't dare to do it because she was worried.
The middle-aged man could not see her eyes but seemed to be able to see her every move and comforted her, "Even if it is not good, it will be the number of days to be solved.
The woman's fingers were tensely tucked together and blamed her: "I dare not speak like this. It will definitely be good. Your eyes will see it."
The fingers of the rider trembled slightly untied the knot of the white cloth behind the middle-aged man's head and carefully walked around Tao's ears, peeling them off layer by layer until they were finally untied.
The skylight sprinkled from above the tree into the courtyard and leaked into the house, falling on the face of Chao Xiao Tree. The part that had been covered by white cloth for many days was pale because the sunlight was not seen for a long time.
His brows were furrowed and his eyes were closed very tightly. Although he could comfort a woman, everything was a matter of days, and although he was the best free and easy person in the world, he was still nervous at this time.
The woman stood in front of him, lowered her head and looked at his eyes nervously, cheering for him softly: "It's okay, open it and look, maybe you can see it."
The middle-aged man's eyes trembled slightly. I don't know how long it took, but he finally slowly opened the slightly sunken eye sockets of his eyes, his eyes were dull and unconscious.
The woman was a little disappointed, and her nervous sweat wet her clothes. She subconsciously loosened the collar and asked with the last chance: "Can you see the utensil?"
At this moment, the wind was passing by the banyan trees outside the yard, causing the sky to shake.
A ray of sky light fell into the dull and unsightly eyes of the middle-aged man, as if he would never go away again, and he was willing to stay there. The light was getting brighter and trembled like a fishing rod. The water surface of the pond was rippled, and the breath of life was resurrected.
The eye waves' picture gradually becomes clearer from blur.
He saw a pretty woman, the simple Dahe Guo Confucian skirt on her body, the nervous and anxious expression, the crystal sweat beads sliding from her neck, and the sweat beads slid towards her slightly open
Two balls of white and soft red yin in the collar
The middle-aged man Mou looked at her quietly and said, "I can see it."
The woman was very happy, and then suddenly noticed that his eyes were on her chest, and she turned sideways with a little shyness, tidying up her clothes in a panic, avoiding his eyes.
The middle-aged man looked at her with a smile, his eyes full of gratitude.
If it weren't for the careful care of this woman these days, and she would not have been hesitant to seek medical treatment and buy medicines from the villagers, his eyes would have been cured so quickly.
Until now, he still doesn't know who the woman is. This is the first time he has seen her. During the chats these days, he only knows that the other party is a widow.
"Thank you for your care these days."
The middle-aged man said sincerely.
The woman tidied up her clothes, turned around slowly, and said softly: "I don't know what your name is yet."
The middle-aged man said, "My name is Chao Xiaoshu. Chao of the Tang Dynasty, there is a small tree at the entrance of the village."
The woman looked at his handsome but mature eyebrows and eyes, feeling a little panicked and a little sad, thinking that this man must be a very storyteller. He will probably leave after his eyes are cured.
"This is the remaining medicine money."
Suddenly she thought of something, she reached out and took out a handful of broken silver from her skirt and handed it to Xiaoshu.
I thought about Xiaoshu, took the broken silver and put it back in my clothes, without saying anything.
Seeing that the remaining silver was not left for him to express his gratitude, the woman felt a little happy and told him to rest well and not to be greedy for too long, so she went to boil water and cook.
After dinner, I was injured in my eyes and took a shower seriously... I was refreshed and refreshed at Xiaoshu... Then I put on the lady's shame and anger and handed over an ordinary farm uniform.
He walked into the yard, looked at the dim clouds in the night sky, and looked at the dizzy next to the clouds, knowing that although his eyes could see things, it still took time to fully recover.
Thinking of the shocking sword that came from outside the clouds that day, he narrowed his eyes slightly at Xiaoshu, then smiled and shook his head, and thought to himself with emotion, the sword saint Liu Bai is indeed the best in the world.
Being defeated by Liu Bai's sword, Ying Xiaoshu was very calm and even a little relieved, because this was a matter of course.
Unlike the young people of Longqing, Chao Xiaoshu, who had been struggling in the dark world of Chang'an City for many years, was a real gangster king, but he never had the obsession that I must be the best in the world. Because of this, he never
Fear of failure and frustration, but as long as failure and frustration do not let him die, he can learn from every failure and frustration and then make progress.
Just as I was recalling the battle with the sword saint Liu Bai, suddenly the sound of water sounded from the room... The sound of water was rushing... Occasionally, it was the sound of water falling from the woman's smooth body.
Looking back at the little tree, I looked into the house. Although Hua knew that the lights were on in the house, if I looked back, I could probably see the beautiful silhouettes on the window paper and the seductive picture.
He just smiled and listened quietly, and he was a little immersed in his ears.
After the woman took a shower... she walked to the yard and walked to his side.
The slightly damp and fragrant breath penetrated into the nose of the little tree.
There was water dripping from the woman's wet hair.
The woman's clothes were also a little wet and slightly warm.
It was very wet and warm.
The woman looked at his side face, suddenly hugged his waist, and said in a trembling voice: "Can you tell me your story?"
He looked at her quietly at Xiaoshu and said, "My story is actually very boring."
The woman buried her head in his arms and murmured in a low voice: "But that's a story outside. I want to hear it. After you leave, I will at least have some stories."
He raised his hand to Xiaoshu... gently stroked her wet hair, and felt the woman's body in her arms getting hotter and hotter.
The woman bit her lower lip secretly, plucking up her courage... She raised her head and hugged him tightly... She reached into his clothes room with clumsy and trembling, then she stood on tiptoe and blocked her lips
Hold on his lips.
"I'm not a wife."
She murmured and said.
He gently sucked her lips towards Xiaoshu, slowly moved up from her waist with his right hand, caressed the softness through his slightly wet thin clothes, and said, "Do you still want to listen to the story?"
The woman's shameful blush gradually grew, but she stubbornly refused to leave his arms. She kissed him in a daze and murmured: "I know you are leaving, I don't want to listen to the story, I want you to give me one
story."
"I won't rush to Qiang..."
He gently pushed her away at Xiaoshu and kissed her forehead. He smiled and said, "Or what if I should tell a story first?"
The night wind was about to pass through the fence, brushing it on the slightly wet thin clothes. The chill made the woman feel a little more awake, and then she realized what shameful actions she had done before. She felt that her cheeks were so hot, but between her lips
The remaining smell and the warmth of Xu Tao made her reluctant to leave.
"Don't you go home?"
"No hurry."
He replied to Xiaoshu that although Chang'an City is good, there are friends, His Majesty and Old Father, he doesn't want to go back now because it is very peaceful, because there are sloppy trees here, and there are women who care about themselves.
The woman whispered, "But your family will worry."
He said to Xiaoshu, "I will write to them."
The woman mustered up the courage to throw herself into her arms, but was rejected. She couldn't help but feel a little shy. She twisted her fingers and turned around and hurried into the house on the grounds of tidying up the bed.
The dull oil is the beautiful scenery under the woman's skirt reflected by the light.
Looking at Xiaoshu's eyes had just recovered, and looking at the scenery, I felt more and more beautiful.
That night, I still slept in separate beds towards the little tree and the woman. As for who was tossing and turning, who was turning, and who was regretting, I don’t know. I only know that the cry of the insects in the fence that night was comparable to that.
Usually, it looks much gentle and lingering, and the bed in the room creaked like a moan.
In the early morning, the noise suddenly broke the peace and ambiguity here.
Dozens of villagers, holding steel fork hoes and other things, surrounded the courtyard under the leadership of several white-haired old men, and then overturned the already slanted fence extremely roughly.
The woman who was making breakfast wiped off the sweat beads from her forehead, looked at these tribe members nervously, and said in a trembling voice: "Master Four, what are your instructions?"
The person she spoke was the white-haired old man, Tao Fang, a tribe's member. The old man was the patriarch and had the right authority to speak in the entire village and even in the entire town.
The patriarch did not answer her words, and looked at her coldly as if he was looking at a dead person.
The answer to her was a strong man and several chunks of mud.
"Not a woman's morality."
The strong man said viciously.
Several balls of mud, slightly smelly mud, were hit hard by the tribe members, making the clean Confucian skirt she deliberately wore so dirty that it was extremely difficult to see.
(Chapter 2: The Tao comes out at half past ten.) (To be continued)