The little boy nodded with some vague understanding. He quickly forgot the question, looked around at the dark night, and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, are you sitting here just looking at the fish float?"

"yes."

The old man stared at the fish float that was glowing slightly in the night, and slightly held the fishing rod in his hand, "But in the tranquility of the night, there are also many sounds worth listening to."

The breeze blew through the quiet water, causing ripples.

"Have it?"

The little boy blinked his eyes, sat on the horse, swayed his calves, and looked around, "There seems to be nothing here."

boom--

There was a muffled thunder in the sky again.

Heavy raindrops began to fall from the night sky.

The rain hitting the quiet river made a crisp sound.

The last few remaining fishermen seemed to have no rain gear. They looked up at the sky in the pouring rain, as if they wanted to see when the raindrops would stop.

Soon, it rained harder.

One person held a maza on his head and hurriedly fled under the rain. The remaining people also got up one after another and escaped from the increasingly violent rain.

He Ao took out a raincoat from the small bag under the stool and put it on, then took out a wide straw hat and put it on his head.

At this time, the old man sitting upstream also quickly took out two big straw hats from the big bag he carried with him, and put one on the little boy and one on his own head.

After tying up the straw hat rope, he dug out two old and spacious raincoats and put them on the little boy and himself.

A cool breeze carrying raindrops blew across He Ao's face downstream.

He raised the fishing rod in his hand, glanced at the empty fishhook, changed the bait, threw the fishhook again, and submerged it into the water.

Upstream, the old man in a raincoat looked at the little boy beside him and asked with a smile, "Do you want to go home?"

The little boy looked at the fishing rod in the old man's hand, then at the silent water surface, shook his head, "I won't go back."

So the two of them continued to sit in the rain, looking at the simple 'fish float' being beaten by raindrops.

"Grandpa, can we catch a fish?"

Raindrops hit the edge of the straw hat. The little boy raised his head and looked at the old man beside him.

"It should be okay, as long as we stay quiet."

The old man said slowly, then he paused, handed the 'fishing rod' in his hand to the little boy, and asked with a smile, "Want to try it?"

After a brief hesitation, the little boy reached out and took the fishing rod, then held the fishing rod and looked at the quiet water.

His hand wanted to swing the fishing rod again, as if he was playing like he just did, but after a brief hesitation, he still held the fishing rod tightly, sat on the horse, and looked at the silent water surface quietly.

The old man sat next to the boy and watched the boy's movements quietly.

The patter of raindrops falling on the water surface makes a crisp sound, which is like the beating of restless hearts that cannot be still.

In the scattered rain, He Ao downstream held the fishing rod in his hand and looked at the rippling water.

He raised his hand slightly, trying to lift the fishing rod and check the bait again, but this time, when the bamboo rod was slightly raised, he stopped and stared at the slight ripples caused by his movements.

of water surface.

Under the hazy rain curtain, an illusive and stooped old man wearing a straw hat walked out from behind him, sat next to him, and stared at him quietly, staring at the slightly shaking fishing rod.

Finally, He Ao put the slightly raised fishing rod back to its original position little by little, and quietly stared at the tranquil water surface.

Everything around seemed to be quieting down little by little. The flickering fish floats undulated in the scattered rainwater, and the slight ripples caused by the young man lifting the fishing rod calmed down little by little.

The world is so noisy and yet so silent.

It's like an anxious mind is slowly soothed.

The raindrops hit the quiet river, the soft soil, the green grass, and the rustling leaves.

Hit in the flowing wind.

The sound that I had never heard before was extremely clear at this moment.

The wind rises and the rain falls, this is nature.

The flowing heart became completely silent, quietly listening to the singing of nature.

The flowing wind moves the hour hand, people on the riverside come and go, and the pattering rain is still falling.

When the dark night completely passed, among the messy raindrops, a bright light lit up at the end of the sky.

boom--

Roaring thunder sounded at the end of the clouds and sky.

The young man, who was as quiet as a stone statue in the wind and rain, raised his hand.

The fishing line from which the weight is suspended is pulled up from the water.

The plot of the main world will end tomorrow (sure)
Chapter completed!