Mi Xia [Net King]

The weather is fine, and there are many tourists near Lake Ashi.

But the lake is vast, surrounded by blue waves that are as clear as jewels, surrounded by greenery, and beautiful mountain scenery. At a glance, only the mountains and waters are beautiful, and even the few pirate ships floating on the lake seem to be few, let alone such a beautiful scenery. A large number of small yachts and boats spread out like bits and pieces of stars in the sky, with occasional flashes of light and color, but they can't cover the mysterious and deep night at all.

"Oh, I'm so lucky," Hirano Bixiang pulled off her straw hat, set up an awning with her hands and looked up at the north bank, smiling, "I thought the season was not so good...I didn't expect to see Mount Fuji today."

The beauty of the lakeshore in spring and autumn is more worth visiting. Although there are many sunny days in summer, there are also many clouds and mist in the high places.Once the water color is empty, it is difficult to see Mount Fuji. It is a kind of luck to see such a clear mountain view.

"Well," the boy replied, "Visibility is good today."

Out of the corner of his eyes, he didn't glance at the rare mountain scenery, but looked at the people beside him from time to time.Holding the steering wheel of the fishing boat with one hand, and holding Hirano Bixiang's hand tightly with the other to maintain her balance, she seemed to be able to do a job with ease.

He had already removed the awning above the roof of the boat so that he could enjoy the scenery in the lake, but the speed was very fast, and she was standing, so he would inevitably worry about her safety.But he didn't say "be careful", because all he could think of was already on her.

Hirano Bixiang watched it for a while with interest, and then sat back.

Seeing that her other hand had already grasped the armrest, the young man relievedly let go of his hand and placed it on the steering wheel. After finding a good angle, he swung it violently to the left, and the water splashed away like breaking waves. It was so fast and beautiful that it made a nearly ninety-degree turn, and quickly circled the middle-sized yacht with an open deck at the central destination for more than half a circle before slowly stopping.

A bright red flag on the deck was fluttering in the wind, and a young man was sitting with his legs crossed on a deck chair next to him. He was wearing a very flamboyant bag. When he saw this, he straightened up, grinned, and even blew a loud whistle to express his admiration.

The boy stretched out his hand to point to that side, and then told the fishing boat to drift away along the water.

Originally, each yacht should be assigned a staff member. After all, not everyone knows how to drive this thing, and most of the members are rushing to fish, so it's easy.But the young man obviously didn't want to be an eyesore. After a fishing boat took him for a walk, the staff silently nodded and got off the boat, expressing that please feel free.

After the fishing rod had been released from this compartment, the small boats and boats in twos and threes at the back slowly approached the yacht in the center, and then found a good position to start fishing.

Hirano Bixiang took off her sandals and sat on the deck. The deck was very close to the water, and her feet could be directly immersed in the warm water, which was very comfortable.The straw hat was put back on her head, and she held a fishing rod in her hand. She turned her head and watched the boy help her open the parasol, feeling a little strange.

It turned out that he seemed to be troubled recently, so she suggested to come out to play to refresh him, but he didn't look wrong at all... The one who was dismissed was actually her who was a little anxious because she was worried about him.

Looking back, at this angle, the beauty of Mount Fuji is no longer visible.But she didn't have any regrets in her heart, and the sharp curvature of her lips showed her good mood to the fullest.

Why is he so beautiful?

Mount Fuji is pure and spotless, and Lake Ashi is spotless.The breath of mountains and rivers, the vitality of life, are full of tension and linger in the world, and the sense of freedom and comfort that the sea is wide with the fish leaping and the sky is high allows the birds to fly is even more exaggerated.

But the boy standing in the sun is more eye-catching than all of these.

Hirano Bixiang was fascinated.

Originally, lure fishing is a very aesthetic and interesting sport. She has a good personality. If she is asked to sit here for a whole day, she will not object, but after all, she doesn't have much interest in fishing, so most of the time she focuses on Viewing is also normal.

——Until the boy caught a black bass.

There are many bass and trout in Lake Ashi. They are ferocious and very predatory. It is indeed a good place for lure fishing.I heard the discussion about picking bait before, but because I didn’t understand it, I listened carefully, but I was deeply impressed.

The lure fishing method should imitate the weak fish to cause the big fish to attack.Therefore, the lure in the water should be closer to the swimming posture of real fish in the water. A series of manipulations such as, fast, slow, dragging, swinging and other actions will affect the dynamics of the underwater lure.For example, dragging and shaking at a slow speed can imitate the injured swimming posture of a small fish in the water, for example, pulling quickly can make the lure show the movement of the small fish fleeing after being frightened, etc. This requires very familiarity with the swimming of fish in various states attitude.

Moreover, since the exact underwater situation cannot be observed, it is necessary not only to understand the uses of various lures, but also to judge the water flow, terrain, fish layer, and then analyze which lure to use, which kind of hook, and the water flow. Determine how fast the line is drawn and wait. If the line is drawn too fast, the fish will not catch up with the lure and give up the bait. If it is too slow, it will cause the fish to be alarmed and not attack the lure... It is quite complicated.

So in the eyes of Hirano Bixiang, this is almost like an art.

And the young man who can play this art is even more amazing, and he doesn't know what to say.I also want to know how many books I have read, how many videos I have tried, how many practices I have done, and face different terrain types, different trends, different seasons, and fish in different lures again and again, so that I can accumulate such experience and be able to This works well.

The boy threw the fish into the bucket casually, and turned his head with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Then I found that Hirano Bixiang was staring at her intently, and she didn't even reach out to gather her fluffy hair when the breeze blew it, not to mention the floating fish on the water was shaking around, and the fishing line was pulling the fishing rod in her hand again and again, and she didn't pay attention.

The boy blinked, and finally couldn't help reminding: "There is a fish hooked."

Hirano Bixiang paused slightly, her wrists were arched, and she had already subconsciously shook the fishing rod. The float shook violently and then stopped. A black fish tail flashed under the water and disappeared.

Only then did she suddenly come to her senses, her eyes blinked, and she looked at him a little embarrassedly.

The boy sighed silently in his heart.He finally understood the reason why there was no movement here for so long.

But this can be regarded as enjoying the process and not caring about the result.It was the first time he saw someone fishing, and even after the fish was hooked, they deliberately let the fish go.

looked at her.Putting down the fishing rod, he took a large clean towel and passed it to her.Hirano Bixiang rarely felt blushing, stretched her feet out of the water, wiped off the water drops and put them on the railing to dry.Although the lake water is very clear and cool, it is inevitable that there will be some slight wrinkles after soaking for a long time.

The boy took her fishing rod.There was very little bait left on the hook.Some were scattered in the water, and some were taken away by fish.

I thought she would enjoy the pleasure of catching fish, so I was very particular about the bait I chose, and the degree of looseness was more sticky than the former. Because the lake is too big, the process of attracting fish is actually the most important thing in fishing.

He changed a small hook, broke the hook into a back shape with all his strength, chose a sticky bait, and handed the fishing rod back to her with a smile.

"The fishhook will puncture the lip of the fish, and sometimes it will pierce it. Not only can it not be thrown off, but the fish will not survive if it is put back. If you want to play, take this."

"Yeah." Hirano Bixiang threw out the fishing line, held the rod, and looked up at him, "It's pretty good..." His eyes dodged a little, but his smile was very happy, "You just play with yourself."

Atobe Keigo nodded.

He also changed to a lure, a hard bait without a hook, and a flutter type.

Later, until noon, when the lazy sun was overwhelming and the water surface was a little hot, Hirano Bixiang didn't catch a single fish.When the boy catches a fish, he checks the mouth of the fish and throws it back into the lake uninjured. In the end, only a black bass and a rainbow trout are left in the bucket.

Happy to go back to the pier.

The black sea bass was steamed, the rainbow trout was grilled and eaten, and Hirano Bixiang touched her full stomach with the fish fillet and tofu clear soup, feeling that today was really complete.

Fell asleep on the way back.

The bus shook when passing the bridge pier, she woke up suddenly, raised her head from his shoulders, dazed for a while, pulled off the coat covering half of her face, rubbed her eyes and turned her head, noticing the Man is reading a book of poems.

She blinked and suddenly smiled: "Thank you."

The boy nodded, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly.

Still sleepy, Hirano Bixiang leaned back on the back of the chair, tilted her head and glanced at the collection of poems.

"Sylvia Plath."

He was so keenly aware of the subtle frivolity in her words, he was a little surprised: "You don't like it?" He randomly picked it from the bookshelf before going out.

"It's too tragic," Hirano Bixiang yawned a little, "The confession school's poems will always look so painful and heavy."

Robert Lowell started, John Berryman developed, Plath reached the apex, Sexton completed it.

Plath was only 31 years old when she committed suicide in despair and madness. All her later poems are full of bursting pain and almost psychedelic depression. Her death is just like the poem she wrote. Sprinkle a mirror to reflect yourself slowly / Fading at the mercy of the wind", the destruction of life is silent and deafening.

Of course Bixiang Hirano didn't like it.

"But I noticed that the important works of the Beat School and the Confession School are all on the bookshelves?"

Hirano Bixiang thought for a while: "Probably... a kind of collection addiction?"

She prefers English and French romantic works, as well as German philosophies, Russian love poems, American psychological schools, and fairy tales from all over the world. She is very talented in languages, and she is more than enough to do simultaneous interpretation. Because of the need for part-time translation, she occasionally reads I read books on economics, politics and medicine for a simple understanding, but I don't like history very much.And Japanese literature, which is dominated by depression, sadness, darkness, and humanity, is even less favored by her.

The teenager laughed: "Any recommendations?"

"Robert Frost." Hirano Bixiang said earnestly, "Poetry always has images associated with loneliness, despair, and death, such as winter, snow, ice, frost, and dead leaves, but Frost's poems have a kind of Full of rational thinking about life, impartial, neither thick nor weak, very moving."

The young man thought: "The bookshelf in the middle of the third floor from the door?"

Hirano Bixiang nodded and smiled: "The bookshelf in the middle of the third floor from the door."