A love that has strayed into the mundane world

  It was early in the morning, and I wasn't even fully awake yet! The tyrant dragged me out of the house. I couldn't figure out what he wanted to do that required pulling me out, but I had a feeling it wouldn't be anything good.

  As the car turned off the highway and onto a remote road, I became even more certain of my thoughts. I asked him where we were going, but he didn't even bother to respond, instead giving me a sharp glance that indicated I should keep quiet.

  I won't say anything else, I take out my phone to go online, ***. This place doesn't even have 3G, where is he going? I can only put down my phone and look at the scenery outside, it's all trees and grass, maybe people who live in the city will think it's beautiful and novel. I've been stuck in the countryside since I was a kid, these things are already boring to me.

  The mountain road was bumpy, and even sitting in the Hummer, I could feel the car shaking violently. From the top of the slope, I saw a lake with mist floating above it, which looked quite appealing from afar.

  The car stopped by the lake, and Bawang got out of the car. I looked around, feeling a bit unclear. What was Bawang doing in this bird-poop-free place? He finished smoking a cigarette and opened the trunk. I saw him take out a fishing rod, a small bucket... it seemed he had come to go fishing.

  The tyrant saw me standing there and shouted at me, "Are you going to stand there like a wooden stake or what? Don't you come over here and lend a hand?"

  He came to fish, not me, what's it got to do with me? I went reluctantly and found that he had no gentlemanly demeanor at all. In British movies, men always help women carry things, but he actually told me to do the work. We're both men, how can there be such a big difference?

  I was about to pick up that black bag, the tyrant waved my hand away, he looked at me with disdain and said, "With your build, can you even lift it?" Go, go move the stool.

  After he finished speaking, he carried a black bag in his left hand and a small bucket in his right hand. I followed behind him with the small and light horse whip. Standing behind him, looking at Bawang, oh my! It turns out that he is also quite masculine! In fact, Bawang has always been a male chauvinist.

  The tyrant found a shady spot under the tree and quickly set up his fishing gear. Everyone has a childhood, and at that time we were not like the children of today, squatting in front of the TV or playing games. We had free time to jump rope, and occasionally followed the boys to the river to fish and catch fish.

  But looking at the equipment of the fishing master, I don't dare to get close. That brand's stuff costs tens of thousands. I just think they have too much money and nowhere to spend it. Isn't fishing just about a simple bamboo rod? The original flavor is so much better, right?

  The tyrant saw that I wasn't moving, and he glared at me again. He said to me, "How long do you plan on being stunned?" I asked him what he wanted to do, and he told me to fill the small red bucket with water. I carefully carried the small bucket to the lake's edge, ***, there are really a lot of fish here, they're all very big, and most importantly, they have a particularly strong aura.

  The fish in the pond usually hide as soon as someone approaches, but these fish are particularly big and ignore me as if I didn't exist. I picked up a small bucket of water and saw a few tiny fish inside. Suddenly, the tyrant asked me if I knew how to swim.

  I nodded, waiting for him to say what's next, but he didn't say anything and continued with his work.

  He brought two sets of fishing gear, and casually handed me a rod before starting to fish himself. He sat quietly, his expression serious, without moving an inch. It's strange to say, but the tyrant looked like someone who didn't have patience, yet he enjoyed doing things that required endurance.

  But I'm not a fishing enthusiast, and I have zero patience for it. The key thing is the mosquitoes in the mountains! They swarm around me, buzzing loudly by my ears. In April, I wore jeans and a short-sleeved T-shirt, but the mosquitoes treated me like their long-lost mother, swarming all over my body. All I could do was frantically swat at them.

  Maybe my movements disturbed the tyrant, he suddenly turned around and scolded me, "You bastard, can't you just be quiet for a bit? You scared all the fish away. If you move again, I'll throw you into the lake."

  I'm so fucking frustrated, I don't want to fish anymore, I'd rather just stay in the car and do nothing, nor do I want to be a mosquito's breakfast. I look at the tyrant, there isn't a single mosquito on his side, are people really fierce, even mosquitoes will fear them? This mosquito is also too good at reading the situation! I tell him directly that I'm not fishing anymore, he puts down his rod and finally looks me straight in the eye, scolding me for being overly sensitive.

  ***, I'm just being pretentious, and I won't accompany you to feed the mosquitoes. I told him that many mosquitoes bit me, he took a look at my arm with dense red bumps all over. He raised an eyebrow and asked me if you were the ancestor of mosquitoes in your previous life! No wonder they are so close to you.

  The tyrant rarely showed humor, but at this moment, I couldn't bear his humor. I just wanted to quickly leave this ghostly place. The tyrant stood up and ran quickly to the car, I don't know what he was doing, a moment later, he came back with a small box and stuffed it into my arms, staring at me and saying "If you're going to be so pretentious, I'll accompany you!"

  I picked up the box and took a look, grandpa! It's actually an air freshener for cars.

  The tyrant threatened me not to move again, although I had car perfume and the mosquitoes no longer bit me, but the original bites were really painful. Looking at the tyrant's posture, if I really moved again, he would push me into the lake. I can swim, but that doesn't mean I want to enter the lake!

  Not long after, the tyrant caught two big fish, at least three or four catties each. The tyrant told me that they were wild carp. At that time, his whole face became particularly gentle, his eyes shining brightly, flashing with light, and the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing neat teeth. I even doubted whether the person in front of me was really the tyrant.

  The next second, the tyrant used reality to prove to me that a dog can't change its habit of eating shit, and he instructed me to bait the hook.

  Maybe because of the rain the day before, the fish were particularly easy to hook, and in about half an hour, I caught over ten, of course, I didn't catch a single one.

  I suddenly heard a loud noise, looked up and saw a black Hummer coming down the mountain slope. The tyrant put down his fishing rod and stood up. The Hummer stopped beside the Jeep, and I saw an old man in his sixties or seventies and a middle-aged man get out.

  Bawang went up and shouted "Uncle Song, you're here too!" The old man said "You little scamp, you knew that already, didn't you?" Bawang smiled.

  Although the old man was quite advanced in years, he was very robust and walked steadily. He took a glance at the small bucket and said to Bao Wang, "Not bad, kid!" Bao Wang stood respectfully beside the old man, chatting with him. Even Bao Wang showed great respect, it seemed that this old man had some impressive background! I sneaked a few glances at the old man's home, but I really couldn't figure out who he was.

  The old man was very agile, noticing my gaze, he turned his head to look at me, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes, but only for a moment, then shifted his line of sight to the lake and said that this year's fish are much bigger than last year.

  The tyrant king continued the old man's words, he said yes! The old is not gone, the new is not coming, Uncle Song, do you think it's right? The old man quietly looked at the lake surface, his eyes were sharp and transparent, after a long time, he sighed and said it's also time to start fishing.

  The middle-aged man handed the fishing rod to the old man, who threw it into the lake with a swing and sat down on the wooden stake, fishing seriously. The tyrant also returned to his own position, and the two people didn't say another word. I couldn't figure out their dumb riddle, my IQ couldn't understand it either, nor did I want to understand it, so I just sat there obediently and fished quietly.

  Until noon, they stopped to rest. The old man asked me to count whose fish was more between the two of them. Obviously, the old man had more than Bawang. The old man patted Bawang's shoulder and advised him: "Kid, you need to be patient."

  The Overlord nodded and said thank you, Uncle Song. The old man shook his head as he walked away, saying that the Overlord was indeed not a fake son of Lao Tzu, but rather had a few parts of his father's ruthless energy.

  The old man ordered the middle-aged man to roast fish, and Ba Wang also called me to help. I knew they wanted to get rid of us, so I cleverly left. Ba Wang and the old man stood beside the car, each holding a cigarette in their hands, their mouths kept moving, Ba Wang's expression was respectful and serious, while the old man was carefree and leisurely.

  After finishing the grilled fish, Lao Ren Jia left. Ba Wang personally sent Lao Ren Jia to the car. Before leaving, Lao Ren Jia looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze that made my heart skip a beat. I forced a smile in response.

  After the car drove away, the quiet mountain was left with only me and Bawang. I looked up at Bawang and asked him why he brought me here. He didn't even look at me, coldly throwing out a sentence "You don't need to know", and told me to pack my things, getting ready to leave.

  I stood still, reached out and grabbed Ba Wang's hand, staring at him straight, asking if the old man just now had any relationship with Song Mu Zhi. Ba Wang ignored me, shook off my hand, quickly threw the fishing rod into the bag, and put the small bucket in the trunk.

  I stopped him, with a tone that implied I wouldn't let it go if he didn't tell me. The Overlord stood in front of me, looking down at me, and said, "Lu Xiao Wen, I warned you long ago that knowing too much about some things would only bring trouble. Aren't you afraid of death? If you want to save your life, just pretend you don't know anything."

  After finishing, he bypassed me and put everything in the trunk. He opened the car door and sat on the driver's seat. Seeing that I didn't follow up, he stuck his head out of the window and roared at me: "Lu Xiaowen, I'll give you one minute. If you don't get in the car, I'll let you feed mosquitoes in the mountains."

  I didn't think much about it, if King Yama doesn't let me know something, then I shouldn't bother to figure it out. For some reason, I have a conviction that he won't harm me.