He either pulled in too early or too late, and some cunning fish would entangle his fishing line in the weeds, but he didn't seem to notice at all, just sitting on the bank, staring intently at the water.
If the float doesn't move, he won't move either; by the time the float moves, it's too late.
Fang Rong shook her head, feeling helpless about his stupidity.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Fang Rong, holding an umbrella, lay on a deck chair, swaying back and forth, watching Fang Hua make a fool of himself.
The umbrella he was using was a large beach umbrella, but because Fang Hua was sitting too low, it didn't provide enough shade, so he used a smaller umbrella instead.
I don't know if it was because the wind was too strong or what, but his umbrella always seemed unable to open properly, shrinking into a bulge, and was constantly being blown crooked by the wind as if it was about to fall into the water.
Fang Hua held the fishing rod in one hand and pulled the umbrella in the other. Once the umbrella was outside, the wind howled inwards, making it swell up like a big bud. He couldn't hold it with one hand and was almost pulled into the water.
He was soaked to the bone, his face covered in water.
Fang Hua was torn between giving up the umbrella and the fishing rod, caught in a dilemma.
Fang Rong tossed a chicken bone over, "What's the point of keeping the umbrella when it's already so torn?"
Here I have to say about Fang Hua, that spendthrift son. He can't do anything right. He broke the umbrella after only two days of use, and his clothes and shoes are basically worn out after just two days.
Is this guy eating or wearing something? He's using things so aggressively.
Thinking about it, it's understandable. Fang Hua doesn't care about these material things; he rejects them and doesn't cherish them. He throws them away wherever he goes. If his clothes are long, he'll just walk on them. On muddy roads, he'll trample them into holes. No wonder they're so wasteful.
Of course, it was only the last two days, and Fang Rong didn't blame him. She just wanted to reminisce about the past and have a place to remember him by.
He opened his spatial storage and took out a bowl of salted peanuts. When he had nothing to do, he liked to tinker with these kinds of snacks, since life in the forest was generally quite boring.
The bowl contained not only peanuts but also nuts such as chestnuts. He didn't like roasted nuts; he preferred boiled ones, which weren't so dry. Fang Hua liked them too, and the two of them had a rare shared interest.
Fang Rong peeled a piece and used his supernatural ability to feed it into Fang Hua's mouth. He was so lazy that he didn't even want to get up. After all, it was the last two days, and he wanted to be a little willful.
He didn't know if Fang Huayu had caught anything; he only knew that he fell asleep while eating.
The autumn wind was chilly, and there was no sun. Fang Rong lay in the rattan chair with her eyes closed, instinctively crossing her arms.
Fang Hua saw this and, without hesitation, dropped his fishing rod and ran over, transforming into his original form to shield Fang Rong from the wind.
The autumn wind is unpredictable, sometimes coming from the east and sometimes going to the west, so he keeps changing his position and can't settle down.
Bored, the guy simply used his tail to curl up the fishing rod and keep trying to catch fish, but he still couldn't catch anything. After all, fishing requires quiet and stability, and he kept changing positions, so of course he couldn't catch anything.
However, Fang Hua persisted and tried different methods. When the rain and wind stopped, he would even stick his head out to stare at the water. As soon as there was any movement, he would suddenly show his claws and grab the fish. He actually got lucky and caught two fish.
This guy got excited, his tail swaying gently from side to side, just like a little dog.
When Fang Rong woke up, she saw a drowned rat lying on the water's surface, its rear end facing the pond, its tail thrashing in the water, making faces and doing something naughty.
"What are you doing?" He pulled back the blanket that had been covering him at some point, and felt a warmth in his heart.
Fang Hua's eyes lit up, and he immediately ran over excitedly, holding the bucket in his mouth, to show him today's catch. Inside were two small fish, only the size of a palm, with their bellies turned white. One of them had blood on its mouth, so it must have been caught.
After a busy day, he only managed to catch three fish, and he even had a very satisfied expression on his face, which made Fang Rong laugh at him.
"You're so useless!"
Fang Hua pouted but didn't say anything. With a flick of its tail, a large string of water droplets splashed all over Fang Rong's face.
"Alright, alright, I won't talk about you anymore." Fang Rong quickly changed the subject. "It's about time to go back. I'll make you some fish."
Fang Hua was finally satisfied.
Besides cooking, Fang Rong felt it necessary to ask him about other requests, "Is there anything else you want?"
Fang Hua shook his head, "As long as it's something meaningful."
"Hmm." Fang Rong knew he wanted it again; for him, nothing else was interesting except for that.
"I promise you today." Why not indulge myself for the last two days and satisfy Fang Hua's desires?
"That's great." Fang Hua picked him up in his arms.
Fang Rong was startled. "Don't forget the rattan chair."
So Fang Hua changed to holding Fang Rong with one hand, like holding a child, folding his legs up, wrapping them around his knees, leaving his buttocks exposed, facing the other person.
Fang Hua had used this position once when Fang Rong was drunk. At that time, Fang Rong was unconscious, so she didn't feel anything. Now that she was sober, her face instantly turned bright red.
Fang Hua didn't care. He held Fang Rong in one arm and carried the rattan chair home with the other. He threw Fang Rong onto the bed, then pressed himself down on top of him and hugged him tightly with both hands.
Hold him tightly.
I kept hugging him, as if I wanted to hug him forever.
"What are you doing?" Fang Rong finally couldn't help but ask.
"Doing meaningful things?" Fang Hua looked bewildered. "Isn't this something meaningful?"
"..." (=_=)
"What's wrong?" ⊙_⊙
"It's okay, you can continue."
"Oh."
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