"Where is this?" Ning San asked.
"Fish pond." Old Qin replied, "Hush—" He motioned to Ning San to keep silent, and after he squatted and listened for a while, he stood up, and walked into the dark, rustling alone, not knowing how to do something. What's going on.
Ning San squatted there alone, thinking that this person was really God and Taoist, but some things he did, at least in the drainage system, were still convincing. Therefore, before receiving instructions from others, Ning Third, he squatted there without making a sound, for fear that his rash actions would cause trouble to others.
Lao Qin's footsteps were getting farther and farther away, and gradually disappeared, and soon the footsteps rang again, and he walked to Ning San not knowing what he was doing. Ning San suddenly discovered that before getting rid of the group of shadows, Lao Qin didn't walk with such heavy footsteps. He can walk with such a heavy sound now, it should be for Ning San's heart.
Regardless of whether he was passionate or not, Ning San thought of this, and even more felt that this tramp Old Qin had heavy shoulders, solid and reliable.
Suddenly there was a dim light over there, and Ning San squinted his eyes. The light was very dark, so it was not particularly harsh.
The light was emitted from an incandescent lamp supported by a bamboo pole, which was a very common light bulb. Old Chen was inserting the bamboo pole into a mud flat.
Only then did Ning San have the opportunity to examine where he had fled.
In front of me is a drainage channel about ten meters wide. After years of use, too much silt has accumulated, and muddy muddy water has even spread to the concrete bank foundation. In the center of the drain, there is a pool of black water. I don't know if the water is really so dirty or whether it looks so dirty because of the light.
Looking at the silt attack, the space has shrunk a lot on the concrete bank foundation, and a lot of debris was thrown away. A pile of old clothes was placed in the corner. There were traces of someone having slept on it. Near the tidal flat, there were piles of early The number of fires that have been extinguished is actually not many, but the time has been very long. The nearest fire is estimated to be last night, and the farthest fire is only a pile of compacted ashes.
Ning San wondered, this is over, this lunatic is probably real and can't get out, I don't know how long he has been camping. He took a look at this concrete bank foundation, which was less than ten meters long and turned around. It should be enough to lay a ground floor for one person, but he didn't know whether this old Qin would welcome multiple outsiders.
Look at the "incandescent" lighthouse that Lao Qin is setting up. A red and blue wire is connected to it. The end of the wire is not known where it extends. When Ning San woke up, there was a light bulb on the top of his head. It is probably not unusual for this ghost place to be powered on. Just now, Lao Qin stole the electricity when he left.
Old Qin stuck it for a long time, and finally got it almost done. He rubbed his muddy hands and walked over with a smile, "Look at this light, is it on."
Ning San really couldn't bear to demolish other people's channels. Moreover, the light in front of him was really not easy, so he touched his palm and sighed, "It's really good."
Lao Qin gave a hum, brushed shoulders with Ning San, and walked to the pile of tatters, not knowing what he was turning over. Looking again, he already had a fishing rod in his hand.
To say that it is a fishing rod is not to say that it is really a fishing rod on the market, just because the thing in Lao Qin's hand conforms to the image of a fishing rod, and a suspicious yarn rope is connected to a bamboo rod. Looking at Lao Qin's tattered wool trousers with long trouser legs and short trouser legs, it is reasonable to suspect that this fishing line came from the left leg of Lao Qin wool trousers.
The fish hook is even more perfunctory. After the wire is cut off, peel off the electrical insulation rubber on the surface, sharpen one end of the copper wire inside, and bend it into a hook shape. It is a fish hook. Use that great woolen trousers rope. Connect the fishing hook with the bamboo pole to make the fishing pole.
Lao Qin passed Ning San again, and walked over to the tidal flat.
Is this going to fish
This place, this person, this fishing rod, this fishing line, this fishing hook, which the fuck has the word fishing on it
Looking over there, the dark and deep stagnant water is silting up in a drain that has been abandoned for many years. The top of the head is a dome made of concrete, and load-bearing columns more than ten meters high stand in between. A bamboo pole was inserted obliquely into the mud, a small incandescent lamp hung down, and the dim light resisted the invasion of the surrounding darkness. Looking at the person sitting under the light, a fishing rod is raised high, and the nearly ten-meter-long wool traverses a perfect track. The copper wire hook shines with a faint light. When the light goes out, there is a small ripple. Open slowly in the center of Jishuitan.
Lao Qin sat under the lamp, motionless, as if he was still in concentration.
If it weren't for the women's cotton-padded coat and long and short wool pants on him, and then tidy up the chicken coop, he would really be an expert.
The corner of Ning San's mouth twitched, how could he still catch a fish? Walking deep and shallowly under the lamp, and observing the black Jishuitan in front of him so close, Ning San smelled a very obvious stench.
At first he thought that the stench came from the silt, only then did he know that the real smell was the pool of water. However, it is not very accurate to say that it is the pool water, because the pool water is closed on the shore foundation, and both ends of the drainage canal are hidden in the dark. He can't see it, and it should be unobstructed.
It's just that the water was black, it didn't look like living water, and there was no fluidity at first glance, so Ning Sancai called it "pool water" for the time being.
He walked over and saw that there was a small Mazha under Lao Qin's ass. Lao Qin turned his head and glanced at him, "Waiting in a hurry?"
After reacting, didn't Old Qin just say that he would take him to eat? He was still worried about whether there was a cafeteria in Chongqing underground. Now it seems that there is no cafeteria, and all the fish have to be caught. Ning San said, "No hurry."
"Yeah." Old Qin replied, "You are outside and can't eat such good fish, so wait is necessary."
He held a fishing rod in one hand, and he didn't know where to fumble with the other hand, and he came up with a wrinkled cigarette, and took a deep breath under his nose: "This cigarette is also good, but unfortunately there is only one left. Otherwise you will have a chance to taste it."
Old Qin thought for a while, "Let's do it," he tore the crumpled cigarette from the middle, and handed the short one to Ning San: "Good smoke."
Ning San looked at the cigarette that had been crumpled and yellowed, took it, and then took a closer look. The cigarette was not a machine cigarette, it was hand-wrapped, and the paper was a notebook paper that had no idea where it was cut.
Old Qin took out the lighter again, lit it, and took a deep breath. A puff of white smoke floated out, wagging for a while under the light, and dissipated into the darkness outside. He handed the lighter to Ning San, and Ning San took it, and didn't order it.
He was hesitating, he must not be able to spend time with this madman here. This fish is probably not caught in the vicissitudes of life. The most important thing for him is to run out early. This old Qin is sometimes reliable and sometimes like a madman. , I can’t ask anything from his mouth, and this person obviously knows something...
Old Qin glanced at him: "Why don't you smoke."
Ning San smiled: "I don't smoke."
Lao Qin hummed and asked him suddenly, "Listen to your accent, are you from Beijing?"
Ning San was shocked. Although he grew up in Beijing, he has been outside for so many years. The Beijing accent has long been not so obvious, and this lunatic didn't know how to hear it.
"Yes, my family is from Beijing, but I am in Chongqing alone."
"I used to know a person named Ning who doesn't smoke. You are very similar to him."
Ning Sanyi was stunned, fucking, he didn’t understand what Old Qin was talking about, so he lived for two years in vain. In the past two years, the other person named Ning that so many people have mentioned can still be Who
Old Qin exaggeratedly exaggerated, and then turned the topic back to the cigarette, "Young people, it's better to smoke a cigarette. People have this life in their entire life, and you also have this life if you smoke. Don't smoke. It's also a life, it's just a matter of dying sooner or later, why not enjoy it more?"
Ning San really didn't understand the logic of this lunatic, but vaguely felt that the other party seemed to have something to say.
Lao Qin lifted the hook of the bamboo pole, and the line of the woolen trousers hung on the water: "Some people, but they are not enough in this life. They are thinking about the next life." (End of this chapter)