Chapter 68

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Lu Feng smiled without speaking, tossed the fish into the older man's fish bucket, then sat down to fish again.

Not knowing whether those two fish just now had used up his luck, this time he waited over half an hour, and Lu Feng's fishing rod showed not the slightest movement.

Staring at the water surface for a long time, Lu Feng felt himself getting a bit sleepy.

He couldn't help but stand up, stretch, and planned to change spots to try again.

The older man beside him, seeing his appearance, couldn't help but smile and say: "Brother, fishing requires patience. Look at us here—which one of us doesn't sit for several hours? With your restless mind, you can't catch big fish."

Lu Feng smiled somewhat embarrassedly: "Brother, I've been sitting too long, my butt's a bit numb, I'm just getting up to move around."

The fishing older man seemed to want to say something more, but seeing Lu Feng's fishing rod start moving again, he couldn't help blurt out: "No way? Again?"

Lu Feng turned his head, hurriedly grabbed the fishing rod, and with both hands tried to pull the fish in the water up.

But this time the fish had quite a bit of strength; he pulled twice but couldn't budge it.

Looks like this time it's a big fish!

"Brother, give me a hand!" Lu Feng hurriedly shouted at the older man beside him who was still spacing out.

That older man snapped out of it, immediately stood up, and together with Lu Feng gripped the fishing rod.

The few fishing old-timers over there, seeing this scene, also couldn't help but crowd over one after another.

The two pulled together, and Lu Feng's fishing rod made of a wooden stick bent under the strain, feeling like it might snap into two pieces at any moment.

The fish in the water struggled for a while, seeming to have expended its strength, and its struggling gradually weakened.

Seeing this, the older man hurriedly shouted: "Brother, now! Pull hard!"

The two exerted force together and yanked hard, pulling a grass carp half again as big as the previous two onto the shore.

But at the same time as pulling the fish up, the wooden stick in Lu Feng's hand made a crisp sound; although it didn't completely break, it was already unusable.

"Brother! This fish isn't small!" Lu Feng looked over at the older man excitedly.

The older man beside him and the few fishing old-timers nearby were all staring straight at Lu Feng, making him feel a bit creeped out inside.

What's wrong with these people?

"Damn! So infuriating! Not fishing anymore! Going home!" A fishing old-timer in the distance suddenly stood up, kicked the fish bucket beside him into the river, shouldered his fishing rod, and left in a huff.

The older man who had just helped was now squatting on the ground, staring blankly at the big fish that kept jumping, muttering to himself.

Lu Feng was close by and vaguely heard the older man saying: "Fake, all fake, there must be someone down there hanging fish on his hook... the fish he catches must be sour meat... even dogs wouldn't eat them..."

Lu Feng couldn't help but scratch his head; did these people seem a bit triggered?

It's just a few fish, right?

The older man who had lent him bait just now slowly stood up, walked in front of Lu Feng, looked at him with a complex expression, and after a while sighed and said: "Brother, why don't you go fish somewhere else? I just got laid off recently and I'm in a bad mood; I thought fishing would relax me, but you being here makes me feel even worse."

Hearing this, Lu Feng immediately felt a bit embarrassed and hurriedly waved his hand: "Brother, I'm just fishing for fun. I see you haven't caught anything either. Why don't I give you two fish? Take them home and make soup for your kids."

Anyway, that fishing stick was already broken, and Lu Feng didn't plan to keep fishing here; today had already been a bountiful harvest.

The fish hook and bait were given to him by this older man; giving him two fish was just a thank-you.

As for this big fish just caught, Lu Feng planned to take it back to the landlady later; he didn't like eating fish himself.

Unexpectedly, the older man looked at him with no happy appearance and said faintly: "I'm not even married yet."

Lu Feng felt he had unintentionally stabbed this older man, and felt a bit guilty: "Then give it to your girlfriend. Girls drinking fish soup is good for beauty; your girlfriend will definitely praise you."

"I don't have a girlfriend." The older man had a listless look on his face.

The older man stared straight at Lu Feng, really wanting to ask him: Brother, are you fishing or coming to stab hearts?

Lu Feng was extremely embarrassed and hurriedly said: "Then Brother, take it back and eat it yourself."

Only then did a smile appear on the older man's face, and he said extremely sincerely: "Thank you, brother!"

"You're too polite." Lu Feng then breathed a sigh of relief.

This older man looked to be not young either; unexpectedly he had no job and no family—a bit pitiful.

"Brother, I don't understand fishing." Lu Feng thought for a moment and felt he should comfort this older man: "But I often hear a fishing friend of mine say 'kong jun' 【air force】, this 'kong jun' should be a good word, right? I wish you kong jun every day from now on!"

Hearing Lu Feng's words, the older man's face, which had been all smiles the previous second, turned black as a pot bottom the next second.

Lu Feng was startled and couldn't help but think: Did I say something wrong again?

"Brother, I have something to do, I'm leaving first!"

Lu Feng nervously swallowed his saliva, squeezed out an ugly smile, then picked up the big fish on the ground and fled without looking back.

When leaving, he felt the older man's resentful eyes kept staring at him, and his back felt a bit chilly.

On the way back, Lu Feng looked at the fish he was carrying and felt very accomplished.

This fish looked to be about five jin, and felt heavy in his hand.

After walking a few steps, a chubby uncle walked toward him, holding a fishing rod and fish bucket—clearly planning to go fish by the river.

The uncle saw the big fish Lu Feng was carrying, his eyes lit up immediately, and he came up with an envious face asking: "Brother, how is your fish so big? Where did you fish it?"

Brother?

Uncle, don't you want to check how old you are?

"Fished by the river." Lu Feng pointed to Baihe Park behind him and said, continuing to walk forward.

"Brother, want a cigarette?" The fishing uncle followed him, taking out cigarettes from his pocket.

Lu Feng waved his hand: "No, no."

The way that older man looked at him just now, he still remembered vividly.

He himself didn't understand either; it seemed that as soon as he opened his mouth he easily offended these fishing people, so he instinctively wanted to leave.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace a few degrees, wanting to shake off this uncle before his eyes.

"Brother, I've been fishing at Baihe River for several years, never seen one this big. Which spot did you fish at? Brother, could you tell me?" The uncle's footsteps also quickened, afraid Lu Feng would walk away.

"Which spot did you fish at? You tell me."

"Which spot did you fish at? Brother, you tell me, I'll go fish myself and won't tell anyone else, brother!"

"Brother, don't leave. Which spot did you fish at?"

"Brother, just tell me, don't run away, brother!"

The faster Lu Feng walked, the faster the uncle followed.

Lu Feng broke into a jog, and the uncle also started running.

While running, his mouth kept asking nonstop.

Finally Lu Feng had no choice but to sprint with all his might; only then did he shake off this somewhat strange fishing uncle.

He ran all the way to the residential complex door, looked back and saw no shadow of that uncle, and only then did Lu Feng, with lingering fear, wipe the sweat from his head.

Too scary!

Are all these fishing veterans this crazy?