Chapter 427

With a "click," the photo was taken.

Chen Siya said: "You two are quite photogenic, very good-looking. Get a little closer, I'll take another one for you."

The fake Daoist grinned and chimed in from the side: "That's true. Although I'm very unhappy that this brat caught a fish first, he really does look decent. If Shihe were born in ancient times, she might have been selected among the Four Beauties."

Li Heng automatically ignored the first half of the fake Daoist's sentence, followed Chen Siya's instructions, and leaned slightly to the right. Zhou Shihe looked at him, maintained her previous posture without moving, and finished taking the second photo with him.

Mandarin fish back spines are poisonous; if you get pricked, it's quite painful for several days. Li Heng carefully put the fish into the fish cage, then hooked on a fresh small fish and cast the line again.

The fake Daoist mocked: "Didn't you say it was bestowing a blessing? Touch it once and get a mandarin fish, let Shihe touch it again and see."

Hearing this, Li Heng turned his head toward Zhou Shihe, "Come, touch it if you want, touch it and show him."

Under the gaze of the couple opposite, Zhou Shihe appeared very reserved and didn't make any move.

Seeing this, Li Heng reached out directly, grabbed her left hand, and placed it on the fishing rod.

Zhou Shihe looked at him, thought for a moment, and gave him face without struggling.

Old Fu and Chen Siya were amused by his thick skin. Old Fu shifted his attention to the river surface: "It's useless for Shihe to touch the rod, you just had dumb luck before, this time it'll definitely be my side that bites the hook first..."

Before he finished the words after "hook," Old Fu's eyes went round, staring fixedly at Li Heng's float, wider than a cow's eyes!

"Damn it! What kind of trick are you playing?" Having known each other for a year, this was the first time Old Fu had cursed.

Chen Siya followed his gaze toward the river surface.

Zhou Shihe stared at the bobbing float, but in her mind, she was thinking of the nonsense he had said earlier.

Another fish was on the hook, and so quickly; Li Heng was also surprised, but after the surprise came joy, and he immediately stood up, concentrating his energy on reeling in the fish.

While reeling in the fish, he shouted smugly: "Fu Laoshi, this fish isn't small, I think it might be a mandarin fish again."

"Arrogant because of a little success, I don't believe you have such good luck." The fake Daoist looked unconvinced.

But soon the fake Daoist was slapped in the face. When Li Heng pulled the second fish onto the shore, Old Fu's face twitched. He walked over, stared at the mandarin fish, and said sourly: "Are you two here to visit relatives? They're rushing to deliver food to this brat."

Li Heng laughed out loud, took the fish off, put it into the fish cage, and cast another fresh small fish out: "Old Fu, I'm not bragging, but with me here today, you won't catch any fish."

The fake Daoist turned his head to look at his own motionless fishing rod, squatted down, bared his teeth, and said to Zhou Shihe: "Miss Shihe, touch the rod again and try, the old man doesn't believe it's really that strange."

Li Heng brought the fishing rod to Zhou Shihe. The latter pondered for a short while, and finally, unable to withstand someone's eager gaze, reached out and touched it, then said gently: "Fu Laoshi, you should change your fishing spot."

"Not changing. I caught five mandarin fish there last time, but I used loaches as bait last time. I didn't buy any this time, so I used small fish and shrimp. But if this brat can catch them, it shouldn't be a problem with the bait." Old Fu was stubborn.

Waiting for about five minutes, seeing Li Heng's fishing rod wasn't as intimidating as before, Old Fu breathed a sigh of relief and immediately sprayed him triumphantly: "Told you you were a blind cat hitting a dead mouse, and you started getting smug with me, bragging to me about Miss Shihe being a fairy descending to earth..."

As he finished, Old Fu stood up, staring straight at the river surface, his mouth wide open, looking like he had seen a ghost.

He hadn't seen wrong; Li Heng's fishing rod had moved again.

Seeing this, Chen Siya touched her big belly and complained to her husband: "Old Fu, say less. If you don't talk, he doesn't get fish; the moment you talk, he gets fish. Is your mouth blessed?"

Li Heng listened and laughed happily.

Zhou Shihe also showed a smile on her face, silently watching him reel in the fish.

Old Fu crossed his hands behind his back, standing by the river wishing he could die, but his mouth was very stubborn: "Doesn't matter, it's definitely not a mandarin fish. If this one is still a mandarin fish, I'll swim to the other side of the river and steal grapes for this brat to eat."

Li Heng asked: "Old Fu, are you serious?"

"What? You brat still don't trust me? I've always been a man of my word." The fake Daoist spoke politely, but his words were firm.

"Alright, you just wait."

Li Heng kept pulling the fish in the river toward the shore. Before long, he saw the fish clearly and shouted excitedly: "Old Fu, mandarin fish! Look for yourself, it's a manda..."

"Splash!"

A loud "splash" sound came! It interrupted the train of thought of Li Heng, Zhou Shihe, and Chen Siya. Turning their heads to look, where was Old Fu's shadow on the shore?

Looking into the water again!

Whoa, good fellow! Old Fu was a man of his word. Before the mandarin fish had even reached the shore, he had already taken off his sandals and jumped into the river, swimming hard toward the other side.

Li Heng shouted worriedly: "Fu Laoshi, can you do it? If not, come back, it doesn't matter if we don't eat the grapes."

"Don't worry, I'm fine, you brat just wait." Old Fu didn't look back.

Chen Siya shouted at this time: "Old Fu, your float is moving."

Hearing this, Li Heng and Zhou Shihe turned their heads, and sure enough, they saw Old Fu's fishing rod moving.

Li Heng hurriedly dragged his mandarin fish onto the shore, then stopped caring about it and hurriedly helped Old Fu reel in his rod.

The bait Old Fu used was small shrimp, and he actually caught a catfish. The size was quite large, weighing over 2 jin.

More than ten minutes later, under the gaze of the three, Old Fu returned, his pockets full of grapes.

Old Fu got on shore and first checked the fish. Seeing it was a catfish, he was greatly disappointed, then said to Zhou Shihe in a very funny way: "Miss Shihe, you touch my fishing rod too."

"Pfft!"

Chen Siya, who was drinking water, spat out a mouthful of water upon hearing this, and said angrily and amusingly: "It doesn't work even with your wife and child by your side, right? Looking for someone else? Do you think Shihe is prettier than me?"

Old Fu shook the water droplets off his body, "Hey! You women really talk nonsense. What does fishing have to do with being pretty? The problem is that touching the rod doesn't have any effect, this brat has caught three, I'm dying of anxiety."

Seeing Old Fu wouldn't give up, Li Heng grabbed Zhou Shihe's wrist, pulled her behind him, and said like a protective hen: "Dream on! Don't even think about it, Comrade Shihe is for my exclusive use, what the hell are you grabbing for."

Hearing this, Old Fu and Chen Siya were a bit confused, looked at each other, and Old Fu shook his head and sprayed him: "You're a great writer, yet you're so stingy, what's that like. Forget it, forget it, there's still an hour left, I might just be able to turn the tables."

Having said that, Old Fu went back to fish.

Chen Siya's gaze swept over the two, and she also sat back down smiling, sitting on the blanket.

Zhou Shihe looked quietly at Li Heng's back, remaining silent until he let go of her hand, then she returned to her original position, handed him a bunch of fresh red grapes, and said gently: "You try some too, they're quite sweet."

PS: My headache is quite severe, I went to the hospital for a CT scan, and the results won't be out until Monday. This chapter was written like squeezing toothpaste, and it took six or seven attempts to finish. Sorry. I owe 8,000 words today, I will definitely make it up later. Uh, it might be a bit watery, sorry about that.

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