Everyday heroes

Chapter 118
Guan Lang stood anxiously under the shade of the tree, his eyes waiting for the fishing rod not far away, afraid that the fish would come suddenly and he would miss it.

Lao Song stood by and watched the scenery for a while, and said, "Fishing is a matter of no hurry. Sometimes it's just a matter of luck, and it's not uncommon to not catch anything."

Wait, he understands the truth, but you didn't seem to say that just now.Guan Lang recalled Lao Song's confident words before the start.

"However, don't worry, this is the fishing spot I chose. If you sit still, a fool can catch a big fish." Old Song comforted again. "Also, according to the weather forecast, it will turn from sunny to cloudy to showers today. If it clears up after light rain, this fish will be easy to catch."

Guan Lang nodded. He was not in a hurry, but he was a novice in fishing and had little experience.

The ancients also liked fishing.

But they call it fishing.

The green pole is seven feet long and the silk is one foot long, and the wild cattail leaves are blown by the wind.Several times I raised my hand and threw the bait, which startled the teal on the beach.

Spring fishing is not really for the few taels of fresh meat, but more for enjoying the refreshing wild fun and enjoying the beautiful scenery.

On a bright spring day, with sparkling clear waves, water plants and cattail leaves swaying in the water, every breath of air seems to carry the fragrance of flowers, which is very pleasant.

Guan Lang sat idle, blowing the air, and suddenly he understood this leisurely mood.

After sitting idle for about ten minutes, the float that had been steady on the water surface suddenly shook slightly.

Both Guan Lang and Lao Song noticed it.

"Don't worry, look again, maybe it's just a small miscellaneous fish making trouble." Lao Song sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

Guan Lang nodded half-understood, since Lao Song said so, then wait.

Guan Lang stared at the buoy, which began to slowly move upwards, tilted and slowly moved towards the center of the pool.

"It should be biting the hook, you can close the rod." Lao Song nodded to Guan Lang. "Take the fish, remember."

Guan Lang retracted the rod slowly and pulled the hook lightly, trying not to frighten the fish too much.

Fish in the wild live in nests one after another, and he will continue to catch fish in the future, but he can't scare the fish away.

Guan Lang controlled the rhythm according to the pole-lifting skills taught by Lao Song before.

Without any surprise, Guan Lang lifted the fish out of the water.

It is a fish slightly bigger than a palm.

Guan Lang was a little surprised, he didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

Old man Song was also a little dazed.

He was originally prepared to help Guan Lang pull the rod, but he didn't expect Guan Lang to learn so quickly. Just looking at the movements, it's hard to believe that this is a novice fishing for the first time.

This palm-sized fish is black and fat, shuttle-shaped, tall and flat, and Guan Lang recognized its species at a glance.

He often takes care of its business in the vegetable market.

"Senior, what kind of fish is this?" Tang Tang surrounded him excitedly.

She seldom sees live fish with her own eyes. Generally, the state of fish in her eyes is cooked food on the dining table.

"This is crucian carp." Guan Lang replied immediately.

"Oh, crucian carp." Tang Tang pondered for a while, and then remembered that this is a food she doesn't like to eat. There are too many thorns to eat.

"Senior is so good, I caught it the first time I fished." Tang Tang said with emotion, the senior can fish and cook fish again, really excellent!It's not like she only eats fish.

Lao Song gave Guan Lang a white bucket of fish.

Just after Guan Lang had the illusion that fishing is actually very simple, the reality gave him a blow.

For the next two hours, he didn't catch a second fish.

The hook basically didn't shake much, and it was very quiet.

The three sat in the shade and looked at the sky.

"There's no way it's hot at noon. As the saying goes, it's hard for gods to catch fish at noon." Old Song comforted.

Guan Lang smiled. After all, the reality is not like the game. No matter what time in the game, as long as you click the "Start" button, it won't take long for a fish to bite the hook, and then a progress bar will appear for him to "wrestle". The reality will not be smooth sailing.

After collecting the things, the three of them walked slowly towards the Suocheng scenic spot.

Find a place to eat first, and take a rest by the way, anyway, you won't be able to catch fish during this time period.

Looking for a noodle restaurant, Guan Lang ordered big wontons with fresh meat and mustard greens, Tang Tang followed him, and Lao Song ordered a bowl of beef noodles.

It was lunch time at this time, and the store was full of people, many of whom were classmates Guan Lang, carrying a schoolbag and holding a notebook, looking at the dust and dust, sweating profusely, like a drawing dog.

This group of students belonged to the kind where Guan Lang was familiar with him and knew that they were students from the same department as him, but it was limited to that.

They also saw Guan Lang, as a well-known grassroots student of the School of Architecture, and even Tiannan University's grassroots student who was secretly passed on by girls, Guan Lang's popularity in the college was much more than he imagined.

Guan Lang couldn't call out their names, so he could only smile and nod.

The boys looked at the notebook in their hands, and then at Guan Lang, who was wearing a sun hat, and there was a small bucket with a fish swimming in it, stacked with fishing tackle.

It seems that there is something wrong somewhere?
Are you really here to visit the practice?An old man and a young man were sitting beside them, and it looked as if the grandparents and grandson were traveling together.

Why is it that they are students of the same college, and they are painting structural nodes against the big sun, so Guan Lang can go fishing leisurely? They feel the deep malice of this world.

Guan Lang didn't know the trauma he caused to the students at the next table, so he just focused on eating wontons.

The taste of wonton is mediocre, the clear soup lacks water, and the meat used is not too fresh.If he enters the kitchen, the cooking must be much more delicious than the ones here.

However, this is a common problem with restaurants in scenic spots. Except for Kaifeng Cuisine and the two giant chains of Golden Arches, the others are crowded, expensive and unpalatable. They have all the shortcomings, but they can still make a lot of money.

Guan Lang secretly condemned it in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it. There was only one scenic spot nearby in the wilderness, and there was no better place to eat.

Guan Lang went to the front desk to scan the QR code to pay the bill in advance. The three of them added up to 120 yuan, which is extremely expensive!
Although it has not yet reached the level of a black-hearted store that is on the news, its price does not match the taste seriously.

After an unsatisfactory lunch, Guan Lang went back to the lake to fish.

The weather forecast may not have lied. Only an hour later, the sky has completed the transition from clear to cloudy. At this time, cumulus clouds are densely covered, and the air is a bit stuffy.

Sitting on the bench, Guan Lang used a branch to idly stir the muddy water in the bucket, and he couldn't catch any fish, which made him feel a little depressed.

Could it be that his failure in the first branch mission will happen here?
As the sky darkened quickly, Guan Lang helped pack the fishing gear and prepared to leave.

Before they finished cleaning up, the raindrops in the sky suddenly fell and turned into a rain curtain.

The rain dripped and splashed on the ground, making a "beating" sound, and the people around dispersed in a panic, and the sound of footsteps and rain mingled together.

Tang Tang took out the small pink umbrella from his bag, opened it, and covered Guan Lang and her head.

"Senior, come in a bit, so you don't get caught in the rain." Tang Tang reminded warmly, and the umbrella quietly tilted towards Guan Lang.

The widowed and lonely old man Song silently took out a folding umbrella and put it on top of his head.

In fact, he still has an umbrella in his bag, but he won't take it out at this time.

He, Song, never did anything immoral!

　Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep_(:_」∠)_This is yesterday's Chapter 2.Today's updates are in the afternoon and evening.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)