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Chapter 910
It's not about military affairs, it's about persecution, separation, and resistance.
Have you ever had the time and energy to do such a thing.
A fis.h.i.+ng boat, fis.h.i.+ng with a hook.
The river wind is fine and the wine is tasted from afar.
The most superficial happiness, afraid is also their far-reaching happiness.
When the wind blows, it shakes the green and yellow skirt of Ryukyu's body. It's like flying.
In April and may, the weather changed as soon as it changed. It was just white clouds flying on the head. In a moment, the sun was behind the white clouds, and there was a slight rain.
With gentleness, with moisture, from the sky, the river immediately blooms a little bit of ripples.
"Come on." When xuanyuanche saw this, he bent over and grabbed a coir raincoat from the fis.h.i.+ng boat. He smiled and put it on Ryukyu's body. He grabbed ryukyue and sat in front of the fis.h.i.+ng rod.
In a flash, fis.h.i.+ng boats and fishermen form an interesting contrast.
Touch the bamboo hat on his head, look at the raincoat on his body, glance at the fis.h.i.+ng rod in front of him, and look at the xuanyuanche of the raincoat beside him. Suddenly, Ryukyu's heart suddenly rises with a very quiet feeling.
Yugong, fisherman, fis.h.i.+ng by rain, how real happiness.
The corner of the mouth slightly sketched up. Ryukyu held xuanyuanche's hand in his backhand. They smiled at each other and hugged the bow of the boat.
Wind and rain do not have to go back, at this time, silence is better than sound.
The drizzle is like silk, and the dots are playing.
A fis.h.i.+ng boat, two fishermen, picturesque mountains and rivers, beautiful ruos.
The rain is neither small nor small, rendering the river and wetting the reed.
Ryukyu and xuanyuanche sat together, no one spoke, no one wanted to break the peaceful atmosphere, which is the taste of happiness.
"Whoosh..." In this tranquility, a tattered boat suddenly burst out of the reed group in the distance, and came rus.h.i.+ng with the water towards the downstream direction.
