Having made up his mind to quit fishing, Chu started by first deleting all the fishing spots marked on his phone, then deleting fishing technique videos, and subsequently leaving various fishing groups and deleting fishing friends.
She even deleted Chu's father's contact information. He's a seasoned angler, and she can't have too much contact with him, otherwise seeing all the fishing pictures on his WeChat Moments will reignite her fishing addiction.
Finally, Chu Fang looked at the fishing gear he had bought, the weapons he had used in battle. He couldn't bear to smash or destroy it, not because it was expensive, but because it represented his hard work and dedication.
He went to the fishing spot where he had once caught a 'giant' fish, sold it, and looked for a better angler.
"Are you really planning to quit?"
"It's good to quit. It saves money and effort, and you'll have more time to spend with your fiancée."
"If I could quit, I would want to quit too."
"Xiao Chu, I can't afford your fishing gear, it's all brand-name stuff," one angler said, shaking his head.
The fishing rod is a foreign brand, worth tens of thousands of yuan. The fishing line is taut, clearly not an ordinary product. The float, landing net, and fishing rod... just this set of fishing gear alone costs at least six figures.
"You can decide what to pay. My main goal is to find good buyers for these fishing gear so they can get the best value for their money," Chu Fang said.
The fishermen exchanged glances and whispered among themselves, eventually managing to scrape together less than two hundred yuan.
Fishing really can bankrupt you for three years.
These fishermen didn't look poor, judging from their clothes and demeanor, but they just didn't have much money in their pockets.
Chu Fang suddenly smiled with relief: "Forget it, you can keep the fishing gear."
He was afraid that if he accepted the money, these elderly people would go hungry for the next few days.
The older folks were generous people; even though they were so poor, they still gave him a 66 yuan red envelope. Chu Fang handed the fishing gear to the old man and then left.
Watching Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue leave together and disappear from sight, the older generation exchanged bewildered glances.
"The fishing community has lost another fishing enthusiast."
"If there are fewer, so be it. What's so great about fishing anyway?"
"It's good that Xiao Chu left this industry; at least he won't be separated from his wife and children."
“Exactly, exactly. So many fishermen have had their families destroyed because of fishing, it’s heartbreaking…” one of the fishermen said emotionally. “I also want to quit fishing, find my wife and children again, and enjoy family life.”
The others looked at him and said, "What the hell are you thinking? You don't even have a girlfriend!"
... ...
On the way back, Chu Fang sat in the passenger seat, gazing at the scenery outside, somewhat silent.
"Why would you be reluctant to part with it?"
"I want to try two swings."
“... ..."
In the afternoon, as the sun set and the sky was ablaze with red clouds, I went to my studio.
Chu Fang lay sprawled at his workstation, one eye on guard duty and the other on watch, his entire being almost lifeless, like a wooden doll.
He'd been experiencing withdrawal symptoms from fishing for several days, but he couldn't shake it off; he was itching to cast his line again.
He now understood why it was so difficult for people to quit smoking and drinking, and even quitting fishing was a struggle, let alone anything else.
"Are you dead?" Jiang Wenzhen tapped the table.
"Press 1 to burn paper money, press 2 to light incense, press 3 to make a wish, press # to transfer to human assistance, beep beep beep, artificial intelligence is at your service, you are not my service target, hurry up and get out of here."
Jiang Wenzhen tilted her head: "Is fishing that addictive?"
Zhong Tingyue approached and said, "Any form of entertainment is addictive; otherwise, it cannot be called entertainment."
As she spoke, she lifted Chu Fang's eyelids, and after he adjusted, she pulled her fiancé away from the studio.
It was time to leave work. Following the flow of people downstairs and out of the building, Chu Fang's dull eyes brightened slightly as he stretched and yawned towards the west.
"Another day has passed! Chu Fang, you're fucking amazing!"
Zhong Tingyue nodded in agreement.
My fiancé is indeed very capable.
It's rare to be able to quit fishing so easily and suppress the urge with such strong willpower!
Don't you see how many anglers say they'll quit? Some swear they'll never fish again, some smash their fishing gear, but none of them have actually given up.
In comparison, Chu Fang's performance was particularly impressive.
Zhong Tingyue felt a growing respect for her fiancé. He seemed unrestrained and carefree, but he had a firm will of his own.
She took Chu Fang's arm: "Let's go to the hospital."
It was right after get off work, and traffic was congested everywhere in Shanghai. It took me half an hour to get to the maternity hospital.
Don't overthink it. It's not that Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue have any surprises, but rather that Wei Caixia seems to be about to give birth, and they came to visit her.
The two bought some fruit and milk outside and then went into the hospital.
In the ward, the doctor was examining Wei Caixia, while Rong Shunji was pacing anxiously, causing her parents to roll their eyes.
"Fangzi, you've finally arrived." Upon seeing Chu Fang, Rong Shunji felt as if he had seen a savior.
"What's wrong? Are you about to give birth?" Chu Fang teased with a smile when he saw Rong Shunji covered in sweat.
"I wish I were the one to give birth."
Not long after, Wei Caixia, who was heavily pregnant, started to feel pain. She clutched her belly and cried out in pain. The doctor diagnosed that she was about to give birth and then took Wei Caixia to the operating room.
Zhong Tingyue said, "I'm going to buy some food."
Rong Shunji responded, "Thank you for your help."
Once inside the operating room, Rong Shunji paced back and forth in the corridor, which annoyed everyone. Chu Fang and Wen Xiangbing then pulled him outside, and the three of them sat on the steps.
Wen Xiangbing took out a cigarette and offered it to Rong Shunji, who was about to become a father. The latter accepted it, but then seemed to think of something and shook his head: "Never mind, I'll quit."
Wen Xiangbing then put away his cigarettes, not smoking any himself, and turned to Chu Fang, asking, "Fangzi, what's gotten into you these past few days?"
These days, Chu Fang has been posting on WeChat Moments like crazy. He used to only post once every few months, but lately he's been posting several times a day. He posts about eating, playing games, and even business dinners. He even asks which fruit platter is better. After Zhong Tingyue said a few words to him, he chose to block Zhong Tingyue and ask other friends instead.
Sometimes, even in the dead of night, they would post: "There's a quiz with a prize, and you'll get a red envelope as a reward. People always have to die, so what's the point of trying to live?"
"Give up fishing."
This was Zhong Tingyue's idea: if he wanted to go fishing, he should post on his WeChat Moments to distract himself.
To this, Chu Fang could only say, it's utterly useless!
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