The old man on the shore lifts the long pole,

Fishing in autumn is free of bait as you wish.

Wonderful praise for the stain,

Geese enter sesame sparrow clams.

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Before the Double Ninth Festival left, someone had already started to hold autumn fishing activities by the lake. The event was very popular. Fishing enthusiasts at home gathered at the lake and prepared fishing gear and bait. They sat by the lake for a day and were very patient.

Not everyone has been so patient every day, and not everyone has so much time to come to the riverside for a day.

There are fewer and fewer people fishing in autumn. Jiuzhou and Hanlu pay attention to a small river not far from the autumn fishing activity. In the past few days, an old man has been staying by the river day and night, holding a long bamboo fishing rod in his hand, and he has no fish food. It took him a long time to catch a fish.

Meng Jiuzhou couldn't help but think of the story of "Jiang Taigong fishing". Legend has it that Jiang Taigong fishing is like this "willing to take the bait".

Curiosity made Jiuzhouyang go to see the old man fishing together, and ask the old man why he wanted to fish like Jiang Ziya. After all, Jiang Taigong was ordered by his master to fish. In order to "fish" King Wen of Zhou, he assisted him in defeating Zhou and destroying Shang, and gave the people a safe and stable life!

Although this is a legend that has been mythologically, there is indeed a person in ancient Jiang Ziya. The story of "Jiang Taigong Fishing" also has this prototype - Jiuzhou thought: Could it be that this old man is also waiting for the "beat" person here?

Curiosity became increasingly serious. As soon as the old man sat down today, Jiuzhou pulled Han Lu and walked over to say hello to the old man.

"Hello grandpa, are you fishing?" Jiuzhou asked, his voice sweet, slightly soft and tender, very nice.

The old man held the bamboo pole in his hand steadily, turned his head slightly to look at Jiuzhou and said, "Yes!"

"But, I don't want to fish for food, let alone make money. The children at home have grown up, and my pension is enough to eat and drink." The old man continued, "I like to raise fish. Fishing like this is just for fate and those who are willing to go home with me will naturally get hooked."

"Just like you, little girl, I have a destiny to you and your brother, so I will talk a few more words." The old man's eyes moved from Jiuzhou to Han Lu, and returned to Jiuzhou and looked at him with Jiuzhou.

"There is a good saying: 'Wine a friend with a thousand cups, but not a single word of speculation.' Everything emphasizes speculation, and fate. This thing is hard to come by."

"If this fate is encountered, it can bring many unimitated results. Maybe it is not all good influence, but it is always much better than those who are not lucky!"

"You are still young now, so you can force some "fate" and try those obsessed things. It's nothing to be a frivolous young person." The old man's eyes suddenly became serious and said earnestly: "But you have to remember: when you grow up, this state of "fate" will be cultivated. This is actually an optimistic and open-minded attitude towards life."

Jiuzhou nodded solemnly and chatted with the old man for a long time. He was reluctant to leave at noon. Han Lu was afraid that Jiuzhou would disturb the old man's life and resigned.

"Grandpa, don't you go home for dinner?" Jiuzhou asked before leaving.

"Not yet, wait a little longer..." The old man smiled and rippled slightly towards the water. "The fish in this river and lake are destined to me, so I will wait for them."

"Maybe they are slowing down, so they can't wait for them and let them hurt their hearts!" the old man said half-jokingly.

In fact, the old man’s seemingly joke is also to tell Jiuzhou: Although fate is hard to come by, we should also quietly wait for our fate to come - this is something that everyone will have in their own life, and God will never give anyone less the fate that they should enjoy.

Jiuzhou and Hanlu didn't go far, and Xixian, which was tied to the far end of the old man's bamboo pole, trembled, and the straight "fish hook" was bitten by a small fish, causing the lake waves to ripple.

The old man satisfied and put away the bamboo pole, took off the hook, carried the bucket of only two or three fish, packed up the tent he had stayed by the river these days, carried the folding chair and went home...
Chapter completed!