The sun had completely set, and the sky was slowly turning black.
The cold night wind ruffled the surface of the lake wantonly, and the scenery around them became indistinct.
Lu Ze sat there like a golden horse. He looked at the old man who was smiling instead of being angry and muttered in his heart.
This old man looked quite amiable.
Why was he so petty?
There was no sign of no fishing in the vicinity, and there were no patrols.
Why can't I fish?
There was only one explanation!
This old man wanted to monopolize a good fishing spot!
Then he definitely couldn't tolerate it.
natural. Then, he went up openly.
What really surprised him was that the other party did not seem to be anxious.
After fiddling with the fishing rod in his hand a few times, he slowly opened his mouth.
"Kid, you're a member of this group of art troupes, right?”
"If I remember correctly, you're in a meeting right now?”
Lu Ze threw a large pile of fodder into the middle of the pond.
After making a good impression of himself, he tilted his head to look at the other party.
"Sir, you even know about the eight regiments 'field training. You're not an ordinary person!”
"Let me guess, retired veteran? Hidden big shot?"
"If that's the case, then I'll bow my head and beg you to guide me!”
"Heh. You brat, have you watched too many television dramas?”
The old man threw a small bag of bait at him, his words full of ridicule.
"This is the only event in Northern River Recuperation Base, so it's not hard to guess.”
"As for my identity, is it really the kind you said? Why would I fish and talk nonsense with a little brat like you?”
that's good
Lu Ze mumbled.
It was best if he didn't have an identity. If he really had an identity to hide, he would be the one who would feel uncomfortable.
That kind of scene where he ran into a big shot was too melodramatic. Just thinking about it made him clench his toes.
With the burden in his heart removed, Lu Ze relaxed even more.
After changing the bait, he answered the other party's question.
"Meeting? Was a meeting more fun than fishing? To tell you the truth, I came here to change places to play!”
"I have to say, this environment is really not bad! Especially this pond, it would definitely have a bumper harvest today!”
"Which art troupe are you from?"
"Colorful Flag Art Troupe, why?"
"I've been in Northern River for seven to eight years, and I've seen quite a few young singers from various art troupes. The Colorful Flags Art Troupe sent you out to participate in the field training. Your level should be quite good. Why didn't you come a few years ago?”
"Ha, why didn't you come a few years ago? It's because I just got into the colorful flag this year.”
"Not bad? I'm a background singer at Colorful Flags. What do you think of my standards?”
"Singing harmonies?"
This time, it was the old man's turn to be surprised. He looked at Lu Ze and shook his head in confusion.
"The people who came here are all elite soldiers and valiant generals. I don't believe that a cultural troupe as big as the colorful flag would send a harmony over!”
"You must be hiding something from me!”
"Damn, the reason is not that simple. But it's not complicated."
"I came here purely because I had nothing better to do. I wrote a song, but our Guild Leader saw it and insisted that I come.”
"Oh? There's such a thing?"
The old man was curious. He took out a bag of beans and threw it to Lu Ze.
"Here, a dish with wine. Tell me, what kind of song could make the head of the art troupe admire him and take such a big risk to send a newcomer to participate in the competition?”
The moonlight shone on the lake, and the breeze blew his hair.
It was easy to relax on a peaceful summer night.
Lu Ze, who had been immersed in his own world for a year.
This was the first time he had spoken so much to a stranger.
Perhaps it was because of the environment, or perhaps the conversation box had been completely opened.
After placing the fishing rod on the rack, he placed his hands on the pillow and leaned back comfortably. He smiled and said,
"Whether a song is good or not depends on the taste of different people.”
"Our Guild Leader thinks it's alright, but you might not like it.”
"But it doesn't matter. I'll hum a few words and kill time while waiting for the fish.”
"I'm willing to hear the details!"
The old man copied Lu Ze's posture and leaned back.
Amidst the comfortable breeze, his eyes were half-closed.
A warm, mellow, clean, and bright voice sounded.
It slowly flowed into his ears.
"Lanting Calligraphy, cursive calligraphy like flowing clouds and flowing water"
" The door under the moon is pushed open, the heart is as meticulous as your footsteps."
"Hurriedly, the Thousand Year Monument is easy to carve, but hard to carve out your beauty."
"The authentic work is unique. Who can I give it to with my sincerity?"
The song was melodious and melodious.
The moonlight shone on the lake.
Although he was singing a cappella, the rhythm was clear to the ears.
It was much better than most songs in this world.
" The flute is played horizontally. How many dishes of yellow wine and side dishes are there?"
"The afterglow of the setting sun is like your shyness and drunkenness."
"It's easy to copy, but the ink won't fade, leaving a lingering aftertaste with you."
"A line of cinnabar, who is it?"
Clear enunciation, simple technique.
As he sang, layers of images appeared in front of his eyes like clouds.
Lu Ze's posture was relaxed as he closed his eyes and sang.
He didn't move or observe.
Naturally, he did not notice the old man sitting on the soft chair beside him.
Ever since he sang the second line of the lyrics, his body had remained in the same position.
He didn't adjust it even an inch.
His eyes were closed, and he wanted to open them many times.
His elbows that were suspended in the air also wanted to land many times.
However, none of them were there.
Under the intense shock, he was deeply immersed.
They would often temporarily lose some of their body's ability to adjust.
He was one now.
A song he had never heard before.
It was a word of admiration.
It was an intense and profound concept.
These three things overlapped.
It was enough for him to stay in this world for a long time.
Why did the leader of the Colorful Flags Art Troupe send a newcomer to participate in the competition just because of a song?
Wasn't he afraid of the risk?
A few minutes ago, he was puzzled.
But now, he understood.
Because of the matter itself.
There was no risk!
No matter who was the leader, after seeing this poem, this song, and listening to this song.
He would come.
There was no need to argue!
It has nothing to do with romance. I'll wait for your reply."
"Hanging the brush, the waves on the shore
"F * ck!"
The beautiful song had already come to an end.
However, just as his aura weakened and the singing faded away…
A sudden voice shattered the domain.
The old man opened his eyes and frowned.
Lu Ze's excited voice reached her ears.
"F * ck! Here comes a fish, a big one! At least 30 to 40 pounds!"
"Quick, quick, quick, Grandpa! Come and help!"
"I can't pull it up!"
The old man got up and ran to Lu Ze.
They grabbed the fishing rod from behind and wrestled with the big fish together.
After twenty to thirty seconds, the fish head was already pulled out of the water.
But at this moment, when Lu Ze suddenly raised the pole…
Crack!
A crisp sound came from behind him.
He was stunned for a few seconds before he turned his stiff neck and looked at the old man.
What greeted his eyes was a face that was originally smiling and kind, but it instantly turned pale.
His right hand that was holding the pole also hung loosely in front of him.
Lu Ze's mind went blank.
Under the faint moonlight, he heard a clamor of footsteps behind him.
During this period, there were also waves of anxious shouts.
"Elder Wang, Elder Wang! Are you alright, Elder Wang?"
"Guards, hurry! Call the military doctor over immediately!"
"Get out of the way! Stretchers, stretchers!!”
It's over
Lu Ze's mouth opened slightly, and there was only one voice in his heart.
This old man was not kind. He was clearly a big shot, but he had deceived him from the beginning to the end.
He was really the sixth brother. He had met a big shot who was not close to him, but he had broken his arm.
Could it be that this group of guards was agitated?
Kill yourself on the spot.
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