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Feeling like I'm starting to look like an uncle, Yong has recently become obsessed with fishing.

The place in the countryside is better than the city. It takes only 20 minutes to walk to the nearest river from where I live.

There are some lawns on the banks of the river. The river is not very wide. There are many stones in the shallow part of the water surface. The colorful ones are laid in the water, and the sun shines brightly.There are not many people who like fishing, but every time they pass by, there are always three or four people who are wearing hats or sunglasses, and some are wearing gloves, sitting very calmly; A can of beer, looking very relaxed.

Yong didn't join in from the very beginning, but he was a little curious: wouldn't those people feel bored if they sat still for a long time?So once I got off the bridge and sat behind them to observe.

Looking at the backs of several people, different clothes, different hairstyles.

Very calm, the world around me suddenly stopped, and I could hear clouds passing by in my heart.

I can't feel the time, and the sun is in the river in a blink of an eye, the mountains in the distance turn into a purple piece, and the edges of the clouds also have orange fringes.

From that day on, Yong became a frequent visitor to He, going there every few days.

A few days later, I went to sit by the river again. A man saw him when he turned his head and smiled.

"Want to try?" The man brought over a fishing rod.

On the way home, Yong bought a fishing rod.

I was a little excited when I caught the first fish—a fish half the size of my palm, jumping vigorously in my hand.When Yong returned home, he put it on the side of the road where the cat haunts every day.

It gradually became a habit, and he did not catch any big fish, but he was happy to put the one or two fish on the side of the road, like a date with a cat.

"Let's go first." The fishermen rode electric bikes, and the sunset dyed the sky red.

"Okay, see you next time!" Yong packed his bag.I often come to fish, and I have met many people who are about the same age as me.

"Hey, do you want to have a drink together?" Zecheng Yuren packed up the fishing gear, "Come to my house."

"Then..." A little embarrassed, Yong scratched his head, "Then excuse me."

Ordinary people live in Japanese-style old houses.Although the flowerpots in the yard were planted with very ordinary flowers, it could be seen that they had been carefully taken care of. Even the blue plastic water bottle next to them was clean.

"Excuse me... ah!"

As soon as Yong entered the door, a cat came out from behind.

"Shin, you're at home well today." Zecheng squatted down and patted the cat's head.

"Forbearance?" It was the cat he often met in the morning, and he was taken aback.

"You're back." A woman came out from inside, "Oh, who is this?"

"It's my fishing friend." The man took off his shoes and walked into the room, "Get something, we want a drink."

"I'm Miyagi, sorry to bother you."

"Welcome, welcome, please sit down." When the woman smiled, there were some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but she was still beautiful.

The living room is quite spacious, except for some photo frames, there is no special decoration, it is very clean.The cat came in with the two of them, sitting very close to Yong, staring straight at him.

"It's the first time this guy doesn't recognize his life." The man took out a few bottles of beer at some point.

"Oh, we've known each other for a while." Yong suddenly remembered something, ran to the entrance, and when he came back, he held some newspapers in his hand, and inside were the fish he caught today.

"Oh, no wonder." The man smiled and took out a cigarette, "This kid eats less and less at home recently."

The cat looked at it for a while, then lowered its head and began to eat deliciously.

It turns out that your name is Shinobu, no wonder you resemble that guy.

"Divorced, that's it." The taste of the food is heavy, but it's not bad.Both Yong and Zecheng drank a lot.Zecheng was unexpectedly very humorous, not the usual low-talking one.The conversation between the two went from the love story between Ze Cheng and his wife to the children, and finally to Yong.

"Ah."

"Don't think about finding someone else?"

Yong swallowed his beer, frowning.

"Yes, there is a lover, but it's all over."

"Men, there are too many things to consider." Jian Yong was a little embarrassed, and Zecheng didn't ask any more, but it seemed that he was very touched, and there was a trace of complexity in his eyes.

"Anyway, thank you so much today." It was almost 12 o'clock, Yong stood up and was about to leave, when the sleeping cat stood up suddenly.

He squatted down again and stroked the cat's head. It seemed to be enjoying itself and closed its eyes, acting coquettishly in Yong's big hands.

"Goodbye, Shinobu." When he said those three words, his heart visibly trembled, and Yong could even feel that he was smiling ugly.

"Then call another day." Zecheng sent Yong to the door.

"Well, please send it here." It's been a long time since I talked so much with my peers, and Yong felt a little tired.

The cool wind at night blew away the smell of alcohol on his body, and the moon was a bit dazzlingly white.Perhaps it was the smiles of Zecheng Yuren and his wife, or the fact that he was forced to think too much about that guy recently, which made Yong feel very lonely today.

Half a year, so fast.

"Falling in love with you again... more deeply than ever..." The street should be handed over to the drunken man who loves to drink, and he walks crookedly towards home.

【"Miyagi..."】

"..."

【"Miyagi!"】

"Tolerate......"

Opening his eyes suddenly, the slight joy at the corners of his mouth receded to a slight disappointment.

His voice still in his ears made the night seem too quiet, so Yong turned over and sat up and turned on the TV.

Sure enough, he appeared too frequently recently.

I remembered that I bought shaving foam two days ago, and I took it out anyway because I couldn't sleep, and shaved off the beard that I didn't know how long.

Yong couldn't help but looked at his face up and down several times, doing physical work seemed to make him thinner, and there were a few more wrinkles around his eyes.

With such an ordinary uncle's face, I don't even have the confidence to attract anyone.

"Your taste is really unique."

I, unexpectedly, said it.

The hand slowly slid down from the face, and the eyes also dropped.

The more I tried to cover it up, the more I had to remember—it turned out that I had always missed that guy.

"Okay, I won't watch international news from now on."

When the sky is bright, I don't know at all.

The store manager's wife gave birth to a child, so he closed the business, so he had nothing to do. He would lie on the bed and look at the ceiling when he woke up in the morning.

"Dong dong dong!!!" There was a hasty knock on the door, which dissatisfied Miyagi who had just lit a cigarette.

"Yes." It was Ryosuke who could come to find him, and Miyagi walked towards the door with his messy hair and shorts on.

"We found you!" The moment the door was opened, the smoke fell from Yong's mouth to the ground.

"You bastard!!!!!!"