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"Young man, wait, I'll find it for you."

Responding, the old lady put down the spoon in her hand, and was about to turn around and walk towards the next room.

"Let's look for it after dinner, don't worry."

Lian Ge smiled and said,

The old lady stamped her feet and was about to wave her hands.

"Let's eat first, old woman, the dumplings and rice will be cold soon." The old fisherman also said aloud,

"Then... okay, young man, wait a moment," the old lady nodded, wiped her hands, and sat back on the stool.

"I'll look for it for you after I've eaten... I remember that there seemed to be a writing brush under the box. I wonder if you can use it, young man,"

"Brush? That's fine."

Smiling, Lian Ge responded.

Chapter 305 Rain, Fishing

"Crash..."

"It's raining again."

The continuous drizzle was splashed on the ground with gusts of mountain wind, and a burst of rain and fog was splashed, dimly dimming the lights in the village.

The roof and eaves, and the yard outside the main house were soon wetted by rainwater, and the accumulated rainwater began to drip down the tiles of the eaves.

After eating, the old fisherman sat on the threshold with a stool, looking out of the main room,

The old lady was busy, cleaning up the dishes on the table, going back and forth between the kitchen and the main room from time to time,

"...Young man, don't just sit there, move over here. The tiles on the roof have not been turned over for a long time, and the tiles on your roof happen to be leaking a little, so don't get drenched."

The old fisherman turned his head and greeted Lian Ge at the table,

Hearing this, Lian Ge slightly raised his head to look at the tiles covering the roof, then smiled slightly, and moved to the side according to the words,

"...The tiles on this house should be turned over. This autumn and winter season is fine, but in the next year, the rain will be heavy, and the leakage will be severe."

Picking up the last two plates into the kitchen, holding a rag, the old lady re-entered the kitchen and said,

"Okay, when the sky clears tomorrow, I'll ask Ning Sanwa to come over and turn over the tiles."

The old fisherman sat by the door and answered.

On the side, Lian Ge looked at the old couple, smiled slightly, turned his gaze, and looked outside the main room.

In the house, the old fisherman by the threshold was talking to the old lady at the dining table,

Outside the house, the drizzle followed the breeze, trying to break into the eaves,

The sound of rain mixed with the sound of words, in this night, it seemed even more quiet,

……

"...Young man, wait a minute, I'll get you a pen right now."

After wiping the dining table, the old lady put the rag aside, took off the apron on her clothes, wiped her hands, and said to Lian Ge,

"By the way, young man, if you want a pen, do you want paper?" The old lady stamped her feet and asked again,

"There are some paper shells at home, that kind of paper, it's okay to write down things."

"Just a pen."

Lian Ge smiled and shook his head, "Please trouble the old man."

"Don't bother, don't bother... On weekdays, there are only two of us, the old couple, in this house. It's rare to have a guest, so it's more lively..."

While talking, the old lady walked into the next room.

……

Outside the hall, the rain is still falling,

At the threshold of the main room, the old fisherman looked outside the main room, then turned around and looked at the place where Lian Ge was sitting.

"...Hey, young man, you are really a distinguished guest. Now that you're here, there will be no leaks on the roof."

The old fisherman glanced at the ground beside Lian Ge, and said with a smile,

"It should be that there is not much accumulated rainwater," Lian Ge smiled and replied calmly,

"Probably so." The old fisherman nodded, glanced at the leaking roof, and agreed.

……

"...Young man, let's see if this deal will work."

At this moment, in the next room, after searching for a while, the old lady came out with a rough brush and a bottle of ink,

"There is still a bottle of ink here, which has not been used for a long time, and I don't know if it can still be used,"

The ink bottle was wrapped with a plastic bag, and the old lady walked back to the dining table while undoing the plastic bag wrapped around the ink bottle.

"can."

Lian Ge looked at the bottle of ink and the pen, and replied with a smile,

"It's fine, it's fine...the brush is still stained with dust, I'll wash it." The old lady smiled when she heard this,

"No need, that's all."

"Then... it's done."

The old lady responded and handed the pen to Lian Ge,

"Young man, what do you take this pen for..." the old lady asked curiously,

"I ate a meal with the two old people, and thanked the two old people for allowing me to stay overnight. I don't like to owe people favors... Some people say that my painting is not bad. I will draw a picture and give it to the two old people. Bar."

Lian Ge took the pen, and responded calmly. He glanced at the messy pen tip, stretched out his hand, pressed it with his fingers, and the pen tip became smooth again.

"Hey, why are you being so polite? There are no guests at home on weekdays. It's rare for you to pass by here, young man. We are so happy. There is no need to ask you to thank you. We thank you if you want to thank you. Thank you for being with us two old guys." Ah, I had a meal." Hearing the sound, the old fisherman stood up,

"Young man, you don't need to be so polite, just like the old man said, it's fate that you came to our place..."

The old lady was also at the side and said aloud.

Looking at the two old people in front of him, Lian Ge smiled slightly, then looked away, but continued with a calm tone,

"Old man, can you draw on this table?"

Lian Ge looked at the dining table table in front of him that had just been wiped clean and still had some clothes on it, his gaze paused,

"...Yes, yes, it's just that there is oil on the table, young man, and it can't be stained with ink. If you paint it, it will be wiped off when you have dinner tomorrow. You don't have to be so polite, young man. Don't bother..."

The old fisherman paused, answered, and then persuaded,

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge stood up from the stool, walked to the dining table, unscrewed the ink bottle, and held the brush that had been smoothed out, stained with ink,

The ink soaked the tip of the pen, and the pen was covered with black ink. Lian Ge picked up the pen and made strokes on the table.

Seeing that Lian Ge had already written the pen, the old fisherman didn't stop him, he stopped by the side,

The old lady also stood aside, looking at the dining table together with the old fisherman.

……

Lian Ge drew a pen and ink on the dining table.

The ink fell on the greasy tabletop, it was not alienated, but it was smudged like it fell on the paper,

The old fisherman raised his head to look at Lian Ge, then looked down at the painting, but he didn't make a sound after all.

Lian Ge dipped his ink again, and the brush strokes continued to fall on the dining table.

With the ink smearing and blooming, a lake appears nearby,

"Is this Poyang Lake?"

The old fisherman watched and couldn't help saying,

Lian Ge didn't respond, and continued to sketch on the desktop,

A pen fell, the room became more and more quiet,

The old fisherman and the old lady stood aside, looking at the picture gradually emerging from Lian Ge's pen,

Outside the house, the drizzle is still falling, and the water from the eaves is dripping along the tiles and falling on the side of the courtyard.

On the dining table, under the outline of brush strokes,

The shore of the lake gradually became clear in the distance. A fishing boat, a crane, and a continuous mountain appeared on the shore of the lake.

The fishing boat seems to be shaking slightly with the waves of the lake, and the cranes seem to be hanging their heads, looking for food in the shallow water on the shore.

The mountains are smudged layer by layer, as if connecting from one side to both sides, extending from the near to the horizon,

As the pen moved, the ink continued to smear and smudge. Under the outline, behind the mountains beside the lake, some people gradually appeared.

The houses are under the cover of the mountain, and some people can vaguely see the roofs with tiles, courtyards, and village paths connecting each family. It seems that they are standing on a high place and looking down.

The village behind the mountain loomed, Lian Ge held up the pen, paused for a moment,

"The drawing is really good..."

The old fisherman looked at the picture outlined in ink and wash on the dining table, his eyes were a little lost, and he murmured.

And at this time,

Outside the open door of the main room, a gust of wind poured in,

The blown open hall door banged,

At the same time, with the drizzle outside the house, it invaded into the hall,

A lot of the rain fell on the dining table.

One of the drops happened to fall on the faintly visible window of a house behind the mountains by the lake.

In the main room, under the light of the incandescent lamp, the drops of water shone with light, as if there was some light shining through the windows of that family.

Chapter 306 Painting on the table, painting lights

"This wind is really strong..."

The wind howled, carrying rainwater into the house,

The old fisherman turned sideways, and after blocking the wind, he moved his steps again,

"I'm going to close the door of the main room..."

As he spoke, the old fisherman walked to the door, facing the wind, pulled the half door that was gently bumping against the wall, closed the door,

Holding the door with one hand, while propping his feet, he pushed the latch on the door up,

The half door facing the dining table was closed, and the howling wind outside seemed to be blocked.

Although it is still pouring into the house, there is no rainwater to be carried by the wind, and it invades the dining table.

"This wind, it really started when I mentioned it, it didn't get drenched..."

The old fisherman shook off the rainwater on his body, walked back to the dining table while talking,

The voice fell, and no one answered.

Lian Ge stood by the dining table, held a pen, looked at the paintings on the table, and didn't keep falling down.

The old lady on the side was in a daze, looking at the painting in a daze,

The old fisherman walked to the dining table, looked at his wife, and then turned his gaze to the words outlined in ink on the table top.

Immediately afterwards, the old fisherman was also stunned.

The two old men leaned together, looking at the painting, behind the mountain, on the window of the house, on the dripping water, the shining lights,

The lights in the house and the lights on the painting are intertwined and shining, it seems that the lights in the painting are also shining through.