My brother is so strong, I am also disappointed

I couldn't swim anymore and seemed to be sinking to the bottom. Drowning is really uncomfortable.

Floating up and down, my mind is not very clear, but every drop of water brings real discomfort. When the first mouthful of cold water poured down my throat and made me choke and hurt, my movements also lost their stability and coherence. I choked several times, and the lake water poured into my mouth with unknown messy things, but I didn't even have the strength to feel sick.

I hope that at this time I can think about my parents and my short life of more than 20 years, but all I can think of is "I heard that drowned bodies will swell, ugly and disgusting, can I die farther away?" I was discovered by an acquaintance." This kind of thought lingered.

I really hate my thoughts that are very inappropriate at these critical moments, but when I should be serious, my thoughts are always wandering without boundaries. Did I miss a lot of things in front of me that I should have seen?

The matter in front of me... I thought about it, and I cut through the water again, raised my head and opened my eyes desperately. Whether I can see it or not, I want to take one last look.

At this last glance, I actually saw a boat.

In front of my eyes, there was a small fishing boat, very close to me, so close that I could see it even in the dim moonlight, and I also saw a figure on the boat, squatting on the side of the boat, as if looking at me .

Is it so scary? !Did he show up out of the blue or has he been following me?This person quietly watched me struggle for so long on the boat?Don't make a sound and save me?Is it Yanbo Tower?Then why don't you just give me a knife?No, is he really human?River God?water ghost?

This last doubt and the lake submerged me again, and I burst out with an unprecedented desire to survive. Let me get out of the water first, and then it is debatable whether the ghost killed me or I killed the ghost!

I resolutely climbed onto the side of the boat, lifted my head out of the water, and immediately coughed desperately.

Amidst my heart-piercing cough, the person on the boat said leisurely: "Oh, I found out, I thought I would have to go into the water to get you later."

I responded with a series of more violent coughs and rolled my eyes at him a hundred times inwardly.

"Can you come up?" He said again, "Forget it, seeing how hard you are swimming, let me pull you." He really took my arm and dragged me to the boat.

Does he know how far I've swam?He has been following me?Paddle this boat silently and watch me struggle in the water for so long?Watching the show indifferently?Are you still taunting me when you find out?Brother are you really human!I scolded him from head to toe in my heart.

But no matter how I greet him and his relatives in my heart, I will not refuse if he wants to pull me up, and I can even thank him gratefully, but as long as he wants to harm me, no matter whether he is a human or a ghost , I don't mind giving him a few knives with my own hands.

Anyway, when I got on the boat, I leaned against the side of the boat and panted, choking on so much water, my throat was sore, and my breath smelled like blood.But finally out of the water, I was finally able to think and analyze.

The man walked to the other side of the boat, picked up the penny and propped the boat up and down. Although he saved me, I felt sorry for this guy who might have watched me struggle in the water for so long and secretly watched the show. Yu Huai, judging from the fact that he didn't do anything else after saving me, it should be possible to rule out the accomplices of Yanbolou. The hand that grabbed my arm just now was also warm and strong, and it's probably not a ghost.

So what kind of mentality does this passer-by use to watch me drown?

"Thank you brother for saving me." I said.No matter how angry you are in your heart, you must be polite with your mouth.

"It was you who picked up my boat by yourself." The tone was still leisurely and leisurely.

You still know that you will die!I have always thought that I have a good personality. No matter what I think in my heart, at least on the surface I am always kind and seldom argue with others.But at this moment, I just want to violently kill/people.

Since I really don't have any strength now, I can only temporarily swallow this dissatisfaction: "Dare to ask your name?"

Write down your name, sooner or later I will find a chance to take revenge on you.

"Feng Dafu."

This unpretentious name sounds like a real fisherman.

I am still not reconciled, I must have not read the almanac when I went out today, I am so unlucky everywhere, first there is a bright female demon who wants to kill me, now I dare to ask Feng Dafu who is the God of Plague?

"I want to ask, how long has Brother Feng seen me?" I still asked this sentence, which is already the most euphemistic way I can think of.

"I've seen it since you jumped into the lake." Feng Dafu said, with a brisk tone and two uncontrollable laughs.

I was really speechless, and I was afraid that I would curse people if I opened my mouth.Originally, he was still my savior, but before he saved me, he kept watching me laugh!If I hadn't seen him and his boat!Is he going to watch me sink and pick up my bloated body when I'm dead?

"Don't mind my little brother," he saw that I was silent, and instead took the initiative to say, "I just want to collect materials to see if a person can swim to the shore by himself after being forced to jump into the river. I'm sorry, I think You have swam here and there for several laps without touching the shore, but I originally planned to wait for you to swim and sink and then go into the water to fish you out, and it was definitely not to kill you."

Take materials?What material do you use?It's better to say that you want to wait for me to drown to get my money!What a stupid reason!I didn't catch my breath and was stung by him again. My sore throat experienced another coughing and training like a thousand cuts.

At this time, the clouds parted a little more, and the moonlight spread on the lake, and finally some ripples appeared on the dark water surface, and I could see the person's description clearly.

... However, there is nothing to describe, it is completely like a middle-aged fisherman.

"When the moon is dark, it's better to escape by water. I just want to confirm whether my book is really possible." He continued.

"Mr. Fufeng!" I blurted out, but I couldn't believe that the middle-aged fisherman in front of me who claimed to be named Feng Dafu was the Mr. Fufeng I wanted to meet with all my heart.My favorite and most admired novelist, Mr. Huaben, turned out to be such a middle-aged fisherman who watched the fire from the other side and talked about it, and even stabbed his heart afterwards!

"Yo, you know me?" he admitted generously.

"When the moon is dark, it is better to escape by water, from the third volume of the 67th novel "The Road to Cultivation is Difficult to Go to the Blue Sky" written by Mr. Fufeng, Chapter [-], Master Longxian goes to Xuanzhong Temple at night." I said these words, Feeling very powerless, it is really hard to hide the fact that my heart is ashamed, and I don't want to accept the fact that my inner illusion is disillusioned.

I have imagined what kind of person Mr. Fufeng is like countless times in my mind. I thought that Mr. Fufeng would be as gentle and elegant as Dr. Liu. There are thousands of talents, but the skin in front of me is so dark that the moonlight can't even illuminate the facial features. The key is that he just ignored me and watched the fire from the other side and talked about it. In the end, the person who hurt me with a calm tone is who!I don't want to know at all!

My cultivation, ideal and literary dreams are shattered in this desperate night.