In early spring, in March, new willows sprout on the shore and peach blossoms bloom, but the wind on the river is still chilly to the bone.
The fisherwoman got up before dawn and hung a wind lantern under the black awning on the bow of the boat. A bit of warm yellow flickered in the heavy fog, looming.
She put the rice she washed last night on the stove and boiled it over low heat. Then she returned to the cabin, pulled up her long hair, and wrapped it in a white washed blue scarf.
She picked up the bronze mirror on the small table and looked around. She seemed dissatisfied and frowned. Then she opened a small wooden box on the table and put a box of lipstick inside. She opened the lid and carefully applied some lipstick with her fingers. Apply lightly on lips.
She pursed her lips, picked up the mirror and looked at herself, smiling slightly, with two shallow dimples showing on her lips.
When everything was done and the porridge was cooked on the stove, the fisherman took the pot and placed it on the table in the cabin. She put the small red clay stove she dug out from under the bed on the table, lit the silver charcoal she bought in the city yesterday, and warmed a pot of pear blossom wine brewed by her father more than twenty years ago.
The orange sun gradually rose, the fog dissipated, and other fishing boats had left the harbor to fish, but the fisherman still moored the boat on the shore, looking at the shore from time to time, and arranging her clothes and hair.
When the sun fully rose and the charcoal fire in the small red clay stove was almost burned out, someone finally walked through the crowd of fish buyers and sellers towards the fisherman's boat.
The fisherwoman looked from a distance and saw the man wearing a brown shorts and holding a bag in his hand. She couldn't help but have a look of disappointment on her face.
When I got closer, I saw that the man was seven feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his back was slightly bent out of habit.
He stepped onto the boat, bowed to the fisherwoman, and said with a smile: "Girl, my young master has gone to Beijing to take the exam. Please let me tell the girl not to wait for him any longer, so as not to waste your good years."
He handed the thing in his hand to the fisherman: "This is a little thought from my young master to express my gratitude."
The fisherman raised her eyebrows, grabbed the cloth bag and threw it on the ground, cursing: "Bah! You bastard, who cares about his things!"
The man was not annoyed, he knelt down and gathered the scattered gold and silver jewelry into a cloth bag, and forcefully put the cloth bag into the fisherman's hand.
"Girl, don't throw this thing away. The villain's life and fortune are all in this bag."
The fisherwoman opened the package in confusion and saw a piece of paper placed among a pile of gold and silver jewelry. She picked it up and saw that it was a deed of sale, signed by Gao Ming.
"From now on, I will be yours, miss." Gao Ming said with a smile.
The fisherman sneered, tore up the deed of prostitution into pieces, and threw it into the river.
"Go away! This girl has no shortage of helpers." After saying that, she threw the package back to him and turned around to enter the cabin.
Gao Ming followed him shamelessly, saying, "They say you have to pledge your life to save your life. You girl saved me, but you gave me a chance to pledge your life to me!"
The fisherman ignored him and kept packing the things on the small table in the cabin. The fire in the small red clay stove has been extinguished, but the wine is still warm. When she saw the wine, she thought of how she had been waiting for that person with joy and anxiety since yesterday, but what she was waiting for was this result. Annoyed, she took the bottle and was about to pour it out the window, but Gao Ming snatched it away.
He put his nose to the mouth of the bottle and sniffed, with an intoxicated look on his face: "What a fragrant wine! What a pity to pour such a good wine!"
"Come back! Even if I pour the fish and feed it, I won't give it to you, you bastard!" Probably because she loves Wujiwu and hates Wuyijiwu, the fisherman has never thought Gao Ming is so annoying before.
The two of them chased each other in the small cabin, one grabbing and the other hiding. Suddenly something unknown hit the hull of the boat and the boat shook. The fisherwoman was unsteady and fell on Gao Ming. The wine bottle fell to the side, and the aroma of wine overflowed.
The fisherman pushed Gao Ming away, feeling ashamed and annoyed.
Just when someone called her outside, she left Gao Ming and ran out with her skirt in hand.
"Fisherman, why didn't you get out of the boat today?" The person who called her was a black and strong man like an iron tower, and it was his boat that hit her when it came near.
"I'm a little tired. I'll take a day off. What can I do for you, Brother Tiezhu?"
The dark, muscular man smirked and took out a small paper bag and carefully picked up the butterfly-shaped silver hairpin inside.
"Well... when I went to the market yesterday, I thought this would suit you very well... "
"She won't want it!" Tie Zhu was interrupted before he could finish his words. Gao Ming walked out of the cabin, "The workmanship of this hairpin is too rough and it doesn't match her at all."