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Chapter 560 Night Tour by the River

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    "Ah, it's so bloated!" A full belch brought a string of aromas, which filled the air from his mouth.

    "I can't eat anymore~" Liao Ying put down the last bare bamboo stick and smiled contentedly.

    "Boss, pay the bill~" After paying the bill, he and Xiao Liao strolled on the streets of the city.

    The mood is different from when I came here. After eating and drinking, I stepped on my slippers and walked home with the breeze.

    "Brother Tao, it's so full, why don't we go for a stroll by the river?"

    "Hahaha, who told you to eat so much?" I laughed, but this also proved from the side that the taste of the food is really good. Xiao Liao is not a greedy person. It really tastes good to make her full!

    The scenery of Funan River is really unique, especially at night, with the support of lights, it looks like a glowing dragon, wandering in this place of Chengdu.

    The breeze blows by, bringing a little water vapor from the river, and the air becomes extremely humid. Take a deep breath, and the slightly water-stained air enters the lungs along the nasal cavity, refreshing.

    The TV tower stands by the river, and the light shines on the water surface, painting the washed ripples with colorful colors.

    At night, the entire fast-paced city slowed down and became calm. People traveling in twos and threes enjoyed the touch of the breeze and exuded the warm-up of the day.

    "Xiao Liao, wait for me~" I signaled Xiao Liao to leave later and stay for a few minutes.

    She turned around suspiciously, waiting for my next words

    Near the No. 2 bridge, on the edge of the bridge hole, the long-term erosion of the water has formed a small Huishuituo.

    On the shore, two gray-haired old men were leaning on the railing, holding fishing rods in their hands, and staring at the buoy in the water without blinking by the light of the street lamp.

    "What's so interesting about fishing, let's go early~" Xiao Liao was a little impatient.

    To be honest, not many girls seem to like fishing as an item.

    I didn't move, I still stood by the railing, staring at the two uncles.

    Once upon a time, I was also a fisherman who held a fishing rod and waited for the fish to take the bait.

    ?Leaving my hometown and living alone, I haven¡¯t touched a fishing rod for many years. Because of time, the fishing line has long since rotted, and the fishing rod has been thrown away, and I can¡¯t find it

    The happy childhood days are gone forever, and the only remaining memories are also incompatible with real life.

    The uncle in front of him seems to be a true portrayal of the past. After the scene, it is inevitable that he will miss it and feel a little lost.

    The buoys were connected, the uncle's wrinkled hands gradually grasped the fishing rod, and his eyes became sharp.

    The term dying years has been thrown far away at this moment. The old man on the right is like a swordsman who draws his sword at any time, with sharp eyes and murderous intent.

    The buoy sank into the water again, and this time it took longer than the previous sinking times. I thought the uncle was going to lift the pole, but he was still waiting.

    Just after the buoy had just floated up, it immediately became an emergency sinking, and it was too late, and the uncle picked up the fishing rod!

    On the hook, a small fish with a length of three centimeters and a "bone bone" twisted its body frantically, trying to get rid of the shackles of the hook.

    "Caught it!" I happily pulled up Xiao Liao and left here.

    Fishing is such a joy sometimes, no matter how big or small the fish is, as long as you can catch it, it is something to be happy about!

    Who cares that there are more than a dozen small fish in the uncle's bucket?

    Besides, it's not enough to make soup, why does he still insist on it?

    For this simple pleasure~!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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