Separate rain and go back late after fishing.

In the afternoon, around 6 o'clock, Teacher Ye and Li Xiang's father came back. Well, except for bringing the fishing gear back.

There is nothing else, and all four elements are empty.

They caught nothing, and they were wasting an afternoon of loneliness.

Perhaps, Li Xiang’s father was so excited to smoke, and Teacher Ye was so excited to feed the fish.

Home.

Ye Xiu and Li Xiang were busy in the kitchen, while Li Xiang’s mother and Teacher Ye were chatting on the sofa, as if they had endless things to say.

I have been talking since I came back, from work to children, from ten years ago to now, from the north to the south.

In short, the chat content spans time and space, and you can always find a microphone that can be chatted with the other party.

So as we chatted, the more we chatted, the better we got.

In the afternoon, Ye Xiu and Li Xiang were listening to their chats. What did you feel like? Maybe it was listening to your mother telling about the past.

Like listening to stories.

Ye Xiu and Li Xiang went to cook, and they were still chatting.

Until, Li Xiang's father and Teacher Ye who came in with the fishing gear on their backs, let Teacher Zhao and Li Xiang's mother look at each other.

Psychologically speaking, it feels like I’m caught playing games.

Not only did they meet, the two of them laughed dryly, put the fishing gear behind them in the utility room, and then sat on the sofa a little uneasy.

Teacher Ye picked up the cup and drank water! He concealed his panic in his heart.

Although fishing is not a big deal, every time I go fishing, I always get nagged a few times.

The same is true for Li Xiang’s father.

In this regard, Teacher Zhao is similar to Li Xiang’s mother. She thinks fishing is a hobby that wastes time and money.

The key is that it is rare to get a profit, most fish are worthless after all.

The key is that my husband can’t even catch many unworthy fish. He caught very few fish, and I don’t know if he saw that he was empty and gave it to him.

There is no question of rejection, I just don't like it.

Today's situation is as usual. When I come back to play, I have nothing, and I wasted a wonderful day in my life.

Teacher Zhao looked at Teacher Ye’s empty hands, while Li Xiang’s mother sniffed gently, with a bad expression.

Li Xiang’s father looked at the location. He was obviously far away enough, and... he also dealt with it specially.

crooked?

He leaned against the edge of the sofa, staying away from his wife so as not to... be discovered.

Men who often hide private money are always very thoughtful. Li Xiang’s father is such a person. He is tall and big, and looks honest and honest, but he has a lot of thoughts.

Teacher Zhao looked at Teacher Ye who had drunk half a glass of water and asked first: "I fished for another afternoon, but I didn't catch anything this time? You didn't buy those two small fish in the morning, right?"

Li Xiang’s father: “…”

Teacher Ye: “…”

Otherwise, the one who knows your husband best is your wife! Especially the wife who has been married, and the wife who has been many years after marriage.

Like a detective.

After being together for a long time, all personalities, behaviors, language habits, and subconscious behavior habits are clearly understood.

You even know yourself better than yourself. When you start, she already knows the end. When you first speak, she knows what you are going to say. When you move, she knows the next move.

This is the tacit understanding and understanding accumulated by time.

Lie successfully = that just doesn't want to care.

Unsuccessful lying = being deceived.

"How can we buy fish? We are not fools." The teacher shook his head, and silently said that he was not fools:

"It should be because we are not familiar with the situation, or it may be because there are no fish there, or it is too docked. After all, they are fishing, but go to the deep water area! How many fish can there be in the shallow water area? It is normal not to catch it."

Li Xiang's father was laughing, and finally knew who Ye Xiu's nonsense kung fu was inherited from.

Lao Ye is OK, he is even more capable of weaving than the bamboo craftsmen in the village.

But everyone is in the same trench, and Li Xiang’s father can only support his statement, especially his wife is eyeing him.

You think Dad nodded: "It's true. Not only did we not catch fish, but other anglers also didn't catch fish. Many people carried their bags and left in shame."

Teacher Ye: “…”

Are you talking about ourselves?

Leaving in shame, am I not us?

It's so cruel, even complaining about myself.

When Li Xiang's father said this, he thought about the fisherman who had caught seven or eight fish next to them, and his face was slightly blushed.

It’s not that others can’t catch it, they just regret that they are poor in their skills.

I originally thought of using the same trick again, and then I caught two more.

If they fail, they are unwilling to sell them, they are very arrogant.

What else are you talking about: Pigeons, are you here to feed the fish?

Li Xiang's father was so angry that he almost couldn't help but argue with him that it didn't matter if he didn't sell fish, but if he was sarcastic, he would feel uncomfortable.

It was so bad that he was stopped by Teacher Ye. Such an adult still had a fight. Even if he won, he would be the two of them who were embarrassed in the end.

However, when the other party went to the bathroom, Teacher Ye and Li Xiang's father threw a few stones into his nest, and the fish was scared away.

The two of them didn't touch his other things, that was immoral.

However, they were ridiculed by fish in the morning and ridiculed by others in the afternoon, so they were in a state of disgrace, so they packed up their things and came back.

On the way, Li Xiang's father was still talking, that sissy girl, who was so slutty at such a young age.

The foals are chirping, not masculinity at all.

Teacher Ye deeply agrees and denies this kind of behavior that harms young people's aesthetics.

Li Xiang’s father still thinks that this kind of guy should really be without Niu Niu.

However, Teacher Ye does not think that he has gained nothing today.

"It's not like everything. We picked up a few conchs! Well, it's not considered empty-handed!" Teacher Ye took out a few conchs from his pocket.

Li Xiang’s mother: “…”

Teacher Zhao: “…”

What a fisherman, what a Air Force... I'm thick-skinned and not afraid of having nothing.

This was picked up by them when they came back. Yongli Xiang’s father said that he would not go home empty-handed. When fishing in his hometown, he would have to drink a few sips of water even if there was nothing.

Well, definitely go home empty-handed.

However, Li Xiang's mother and Teacher Zhao have long been accustomed to this kind of shamelessness. Li Xiang's father occasionally picks up firewood to go home.

It is called: brought on the road!

"No matter what fish or not, I want to ask, why do you smell so much cigarettes on you? Have you bought cigarettes secretly again?" Li Xiang's mother asked.

As soon as he sat down, he was far away, and then he was breathing with his nose and a little slutty eyes.

Li Xiang's mother took a look and knew that he must have done something wrong.

She knew her husband so well, and the smell of smoke that could not be covered was too much.

She knew how much she had left when she went out in the morning. At this moment, she probably smoked at least a pack of cigarettes.

She was a little angry.

I promised to quit smoking, but I ended up quitting the coffin ditch and didn’t quit seriously at all.

Li Xiang’s father: “…”

After that, I was discovered... I just came back.

It looks like a drug-killing dog possessed.

Teacher Ye looked over and said: If you don’t believe me, you must not listen. You are bad?

Li Xiang’s father came back with a look: Help!

Teacher Ye looked at him again: I had just pulled up the clay Buddha crossing the river.

Li Xiang's father came back with a look: That's why he pulled me up too.

Teacher Ye:...

I can't help.
To be continued...