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Volume Three: The Tiger, Chapter 211: The Story of the Old Man and the Sea

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    The person talking to Ye Qian was an old fisherman who had experienced countless hardships.  His skin is dark, and his face is full of traces of time. The skin on his hands is extremely rough, as if it were old tree bark. There are some wounds and old scars that cannot be healed. There is some turbidity in his eyes, which is the sign of the world.  Judging from his appearance, he looks to be seventy or eighty years old. His long-term fishing career at the seaside has made him feel more vicissitudes of life than his peers.  When Gu Yang saw him, he was lighting up a hookah that was very popular in this area. The match fell steadily into the groove, bringing up the mist and smoke. Even at such an advanced age, the old fisherman's hands were still  Very stable, holding the long water pipe, but very leisurely.  Seeing Gu Yang arriving, Ye Qian waved to him and said humbly to the old man: "Hello, old gentleman, this is my student who traveled with me." Gu Yang approached and looked at the old fisherman's body.  There was a faint fishy smell, and my nose wrinkled slightly unnaturally. I didn't feel comfortable with it. I greeted politely: "Hello, old sir, it's our first time meeting you. Please take care of me."  Even if the other party has not been in the sea for many years, he can still smell the smell. Even if it feels a bit offensive, Gu Yang does not step aside in disgust, but bows freely.  The old fisherman smiled at him, saluted somewhat hurriedly, and handed a short bamboo stool to Gu Yang: "You are all educated people. I don't know much about etiquette, old man. I'm just kidding." Gu Yang smiled and said no, no.  Yes, take the stool.  Sit down next to him.  During the more than a month of traveling, he often saw Ye Qian chatting with some people who lived in the places he traveled to.  He learned some experiences and stories from their mouths. Gu Yang also learned a lot and realized a lot while listening.  Seeing his disciple arrive, the master of Chinese studies turned around and said kindly: "Well, old sir, let's continue the topic now. How many years have you been here?" The old fisherman took a hard puff, and the smoke was thick.  He exhaled lingeringly: "I can't remember the exact number. I've been living by the sea since I can remember it. I've been relying on the mountains to eat, and the sea to eat. I've been eating for so many years without realizing it. In the past few years  During those days, my grandson stayed with me. Later, when my children got rich and bought a house in the city, they took my grandson over. Old man, I am used to living a hard life and being with the sea.  I didn¡¯t go. My son is very kind and filial. He always thinks about me and gives me something during the holidays. Although he always says it¡¯s a waste, he still speaks warmly in his heart.  Han has a local dialect accent, but it is full of energy and has a unique sonorous tone.  "Then you've been alone for so long, don't you feel lonely?" "Hey, loneliness or something, I can't talk about it. You've been here for so many years, and you still care about that? My wife passed away because of cancer twenty years ago.  , My child has grown up now, and my worries are gone. I can live as long as I want. Sometimes, I feel happy when I think about the glorious things in the past. " This old fisherman is quite open-minded about his life.  , when talking about life and death, he just laughs it off.  As he listened, Gu Yang couldn't help but feel in awe.  The size of a person's achievements lies in the second. He may not be well-known in society, but this does not mean that he does not have great wisdom in life.  Such thoughts suddenly flowed through his heart. He did not speak and remained silent, continuing to listen to the conversation between Teacher Ye Qian and the old fisherman.  "Old sir, I don't know if you have any memorable past. Can you tell me about it?" "This" Under Ye Qian's question, the old fisherman raised his head and looked at the red clouds in the west, which covered half of the sky.  Falling into a state of nostalgia.  "The most profound memory I have is from a fishing trip fifteen years ago. At that time, I caught the biggest fish I had ever caught in my life, and I fought with that fish for two days." "Oh? Can you?  Tell me more specifically? " "At that time, I had basically given up fishing. My son went out to work hard, and there was no one at home. I had nothing to do. I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I decided to go out to fish. At that time,  The fishing methods were not as mature as they are now, and there were basically no tools at that time. I just took the bait and some necessary things for fishing, and I set out. ¡°In the first half of the day, I only caught some small fish, nothing specific.  There were no special signs of harvest. Suddenly, a big fish took the bait. It was the largest fish I had ever seen in my life. It was as long as an adult and was so powerful that I almost lost it.  My boat was capsized, but I'm not convinced, old man. You can't be defeated by a fish, so?I kept fighting with the fish for a whole day and night, and it even rained in the middle, but I still got through it.  " "Later, was the fish caught by you?  " Gu Yang, who had been silent until now, couldn't help but ask. After asking the question, he waited for the old man's answer. He was very interested in the outcome of the old man's fishing. "Later, alas, it's a pity.  "The old fisherman's tone was a bit regretful. He took a puff of cigarette and exhaled heavily before telling the result, "At that time, the big fish had been in a stalemate with me for too long, and it bled a lot.  It attracted sharks, and there were more than one. They were so dark, there were probably seven or eight of them. I killed two of them with all my strength, but the sharks still ate up all the meat, leaving only a skeleton and half a fish head. I brought them back.  At that time, the villagers were surprised, thinking that what I brought back was the skeleton of a shark. I said what kind of fish it was, tuna or something. I am old and can¡¯t remember clearly. Some people still didn¡¯t believe it. At that time, that  The skeleton was left on the beach for three or four days, and finally, it was washed away by the waves.  "After finishing speaking, the old fisherman sighed deeply and stopped smoking. Only scattered sparks dotted the bottom of the hookah. The sound of the tide in the distance seemed to be very far and yet very close, lapping on the beach.  The layer of sand caused the three of them to fall into a state of silence. ¡°Actually, what matters is the process, not the result, right, old gentleman?  " After a moment of silence, Ye Qian spoke up and gave an admiring assessment, "This is a very good life story.  "The old fisherman smiled, nodded and said yes. But Gu Yang was on the side, but he seemed to have some realization. After chatting with the old fisherman for a while, the sunset in the sky had already dropped below the horizon, and night had fallen, and soon he could no longer see  Seeing what was five meters away, Ye Qian and Gu Yang said goodbye to the old man and walked a few steps towards their temporary residence. Ye Qian suddenly asked the young man: "What do you think of that story?  " Gu Yang was stunned for a while and replied: "It's a very good story. I saw unyielding, resistance and hope in it.  " Ye Qianqing smiled lightly and said with emotion: "Yes, it is true. The old man has stayed here all his life and has never taken a step out, but there is still a part that shocked us. In fact,  Everyone's life is wonderful, just don't waste it.  " Gu Yang smiled and nodded in agreement, but the fluctuations in his heart never stopped. After finishing the chat, Gu Yang returned to his bedroom. There were no entertainment facilities here, only a laptop that he had never left.  , there were several lushly growing potted plants placed at the window, and the sea breeze blew in, making the room feel refreshed. After washing up, he felt relaxed and relaxed. He sat in front of his computer, turned on the switch, and started to work.  After typing this time, the young man has already thought about what he will write in the physical book he will publish after his travels. As he and the Chinese classics master Ye Qian said before, unyielding.  Struggle and Hope ¡°This is a story about an old man and the sea.  " He murmured something in his mouth, and the sound of being tapped on the laptop keyboard kept ringing, like rhythmic notes, floating in the night wind. "A short but extremely heavy masterpiece will be published here soon.  A parallel world is born.
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