(Who said that today's last chapter)

The sky is blue and the white clouds are lingering. Sometimes it looks like cattle and sheep, sometimes it looks like birds, changing, and playing like a child.

The cool breeze blew, the branches and leaves moved with the wind, and the lake water was green like a big gem. When the wind blew, ripples fainted, spreading layer by layer, and then disappeared invisible to each other.

The sun is shining, covering the lake with a golden coat. From time to time, plump fish jump out from the bottom of the lake, swaying in shape, each scale with water droplets, shining in the sun.

With a thud, the big fish twisted its body, as if it showed its agility. After rushing up, it drew a perfect arc and then fell to another place, splashing countless splashes.

The water plants by the lake are arranged in an orderly manner, and unknown small flowers bloom, red, pink, yellow and white, like stars, dragonflies flying, butterflies hovering. This scene after scene is so intoxicating.

A large and old willow tree has countless branches hanging down, and some of them hang on the lake surface, forming a clear and visible reflection.

A white figure sat quietly under the willow tree, holding a long bamboo pole as thick as a finger in both hands, fishing leisurely.

This man has long white hair, pure white, and no trace of impurities can be found. His face is pale and looks very young, just like he is about twenty years old. The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes and the vicissitudes deep in his eyes make him unique.

His face was calm, like white clouds rolling, leisurely and contented.

A wide white robe was spotless, as if it was white clouds.

He is enjoying fishing.

The end of the fishing rod trembled slightly.

"It's hooked." On the calm face, a subtle curve hangs on the corner of his mouth, and a smile appears, so sincere.

The arm shook slightly, and there was not much force, but the muscles under the sleeves were undulating like waves, bounced up with the fishing rod, and the fishing line rose, and a big fish broke through the water, passing a nearly perfect track in the air. It landed on the grass beside you.

"Mr. Bai, you are so amazing. You have adjusted such a big fish again." A scream came from the side. A 14 or 15-year-old boy ran over and quickly lifted the big fish weighing at least a dozen pounds through the fish's mouth and gills with straw.

The young man was dressed in a coarse gray cloth dress, covered with patches, but it was very clean and tidy. The patches were distributed in an orderly manner like works of art. His appearance was very ordinary. He was the kind that was difficult to tell if it was placed in a crowd. However, his eyes were very bright and seemed to shine.

He is generally not that strong, and he is even a little thin, but his back is straight and vigorous.

The big fish that weighed more than ten pounds in one hand and kept slapping her body seemed to be not very laborious.

"Let's go." Mr. Bai put away his fishing rod and stood up slowly. His body under his wide white robe looked thin and thin, as if he would blow him away as long as the wind was slightly stronger.

"Yes." The boy replied loudly.

The boy followed Mr. Bai with a big fish in his hand. When he looked at Mr. Bai, he always had a hint of admiration.

Walk through the path and into the village.

The white smoke from the chimney rose up, and the wind blew, slowly dissipated, and the pleasant smell of straw spread out. This is one of the most familiar smells among the villagers.

"Mr. Bai."

"Mr. Bai went fishing again early in the morning."

"Oh. Mr. Bai is so amazing. He caught such a big fish again. Look at the round scales, the flesh under the scales are light red. This is a red-skinned fish, which I haven't caught in several months." The experienced fisherman in the village was surprised.

"Come here to drink fish soup later." Mr. Bai smiled slightly, his voice was gentle and plain, but there was an indescribable emptiness and distantness, with unique charm.

"Okay." The fisherman smiled brightly, his face full of wrinkles like dead tree bark.

Mr. Bai!

Because he didn't know where he came from, nor what his name was, and even his past memories were blank, because his long hair was white, because his skin was pale, and because he was wearing a white robe. Therefore, the villagers affectionately called him Mr. Bai.

Mr. Bai clearly remembers that it has been a year since he came to this village.

As I walked, I walked to a small courtyard where Mr. Bai’s home in the village was.

This small courtyard is not very big. It is surrounded by walls made of wooden fences and straw. Three or two small wooden houses stand steadily. These are all built by kind-hearted people in the village. They are not beautiful, but they are very realistic.

"Mr. Bai, you rest first, I'll kill the fish." The young man said, and went to the well to dig a bucket of water and started killing the fish and cleaning it. Judging from his actions, he knew that he often did this and was very skillful.

After walking for such a long time, Mr. Bai felt tired and weak.

His past memories were blank, and he didn't know why it was like this. He always felt a wave of weakness and could not lift heavy objects with his hands, just like the scholars people described: they had no power to tie a chicken.

The young man's name is Lin Ming, a very ordinary name. It can be said that he was one of the first people to come into contact with Mr. Bai. He always follows Mr. Bai like a small tail.

Looking at him as thin as he is, he has the power to surpass adults.

During the rest period, a woman walked in quickly with a child under one year old, and said anxiously: "Mr. Bai, Mr. Bai... Please help me see my baby."

"Don't worry, I'll take a look." Mr. Bai said, his gentle and gentle tone, as if there was a calming power to calm his nervous and anxious woman calmed down.

The child in her arms was flushed and his cheeks were breathing rapidly, perhaps because of his discomfort, he twisted his young body uneasy.

"Be good..." Mr. Bai's slender and fair fingers gently brushed across the child's cheeks, and the child also showed a peaceful look, and his breathing gradually became stable.

"It's okay, I just caught a cold wind. After I went back, I used Xia Shengcao..." Mr. Bai explained.

"Thank you Mr. Bai... Thank you Mr. Bai..." The woman was very grateful and left with the child in her arms.

Mr. Bai sat down again, and he didn't know why he was able to see a doctor. So far, all kinds of diseases of all sizes in the village could not be cured without him.

This is also why the villagers respect him so much.

"Mr. Bai, have the fish been killed? Should I use stewed or roasted?" Lin Ming walked over with the slaughtered and washed red-skinned fish, his eyes shining. When he spoke, he used an expectant look. He remembered that the fish stewed or roasted by Mr. Bai was very delicious, and almost swallowed his tongue every time.

"Let's cook it today." Mr. Bai smiled slightly.

"Will it taste good if cooked?" Lin Ming asked in confusion. He still wanted to eat stewed or roasted, but since Mr. Bai said that it was cooked, then use it, and it should not be unpalatable.

Soon, Lin Ming's stomach made a gulp and his saliva was about to flow out.

The fragrance was so fragrant. The fragrance just floated out made him unable to help but want to eat a few big bowls.

"It's not done yet. Wait for another half an hour and call your sister to eat together." Mr. Bai smiled.

"Okay." Lin Ming withdrew his gaze from the big iron pot, turned around and strode away.

Lin Ming's sister's name is Lin Yun, which is also a very ordinary name. However, it was Lin Yun who saved the unconscious Mr. Bai and took him in for more than a month until Mr. Bai owned his own house in the village.

Not long after, Lin Yun followed Lin Ming. She looked like she was seventeen or eighteen years old and had a petite figure. When she saw Mr. Bai, her head was lowered, her cheeks were slightly red, and there was a little shyness in her eyes.

For some reason, every time I see Mr. Bai, I always feel my heartbeat faster, as if I want to jump out of my throat.

Lin Yun was very diligent. As soon as he came, he helped Mr. Bai clean the house first and clean it up everywhere. He was very skillful in his movements. He finished cleaning it in a short while, making the house look cleaner.

When he opened the lid of the pot, the strong fragrance overflowed. Lin Ming sniffed and his saliva couldn't stop flowing out.

"It's so delicious. I want to eat three big bowls... no, it's five big bowls..." Lin Ming said without hesitation.

Lin Yun had already served a large bowl of fish soup that was as thick as milk, and there were also pieces of fat fish meat in it, and served it to Mr. Bai.

"Mr. Bai, you eat first." Lin Yun's voice was as low as a mosquito.

"Thank you, you can eat it too." Mr. Bai took the fish soup and smiled, and blew it gently. The heat on the fish soup was like smoke.

"Yes." Lin Yun nodded vigorously and turned around with a slight panic.

"This taste... is delicious... so delicious..." Lin Ming had already served himself a big bowl, and after a few breaths, he didn't care whether it was hot or not, and took a sip first.

Lin Ming's appearance made Mr. Bai smile.

Lin Yun also served herself a bowl of fish soup, blew it, and drank it in small sips. It was so delicious that the fish soup was not only delicious, but also because it was cooked by Mr. Bai himself. The taste was filled with the whole body from the bottom of his heart and could not be described.

A big fish with a dozen pounds of internal organs and bones also weighs about ten pounds. Lin Yun's appetite is average, but Lin Ming has eaten a lot since he was a child. This may be related to his inherent strength. Mr. Bai's body is thin and his appetite is not small at all, because he himself discovered that only by eating and eating more food can his body maintain a certain strength and not be so weak.

A large pot of fish soup and fish meat were eaten completely by the three of them. After eating, Lin Yun naturally helped to clean the large iron pot and so on.

"Mr. Bai, wait until I go and get a rabbit back, let's eat rabbit meat tonight." Lin Ming said while picking his teeth. When he thought of the rabbit meat medicinal food that Mr. Bai had stewed before, he felt like he was hungry again.

"Okay." Mr. Bai nodded. Although the fish soup is delicious, it will get tired of eating too much. It is necessary to change the taste from time to time.
Chapter completed!