(Who said that today was the last chapter?)
The sky was blue, and the white clouds drifted leisurely. One moment, they were like cows and sheep, and the next moment, they were like birds. They changed constantly, and they were as naughty and playful as children.
A cool breeze blew, and the branches and leaves swayed with the wind. The lake water was green like a large gemstone. When the wind blew, there were faint ripples that spread out layer by layer, and then disappeared into nothingness.
The sun was bright, and it covered the lake with a layer of golden coat. From time to time, there would be fat fish jumping out from the bottom of the lake. Their bodies swayed, and each of their scales had water droplets, shining under the sun.
With a splash, the big fish twisted its body, as if to show off its agility. After jumping up, it drew a perfect arc and landed in another place, splashing countless water droplets.
The aquatic plants by the lakeside were in picturesque disorder, and small unknown flowers bloomed. They were red, pink, yellow, and white, as if they were embellished with stars. Dragonflies danced in the air, and butterflies hovered in the air.
There was a very, very old willow tree. Countless branches hung down, and part of them hung on the surface of the lake, forming a clear reflection.
A white figure sat quietly under the willow tree. His hands held a long bamboo pole that was as thick as a finger, and he was fishing leisurely.
This person had a head of pure white hair, without a trace of impurity. His face was pale, and he looked very young, like he was about 20 years old. The crow's feet at the corner of his eyes and the vicissitudes of life in the depths of his eyes gave him a unique charm.
His face was calm, like the white clouds, leisurely and contented.
He was dressed in a loose white robe that was spotless, like a white cloud floating leisurely.
He was enjoying fishing.
The end of the fishing rod trembled slightly.
"It's taken the bait." On his calm face, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and a smile appeared, so sincere.
His arm shook slightly without much strength, but the muscles under his sleeves undulated like waves, bringing the fishing rod up. The fishing line rose, and a big fish broke out of the water. It drew a nearly perfect trajectory in the air, and landed on the grass beside him.
"Mr. Bai, you're amazing. You caught such a big fish again." A cry of surprise came from the side. A fourteen or fifteen year old boy ran over and deftly lifted the large fish, which weighed at least a dozen kilograms, through the mouth and gills of the fish with a straw.
This young man was dressed in a coarse gray robe that was covered in patches, but it was very clean and tidy. The patches were distributed in a picturesque disorder like a work of art. His appearance was very ordinary, the kind that would be difficult to distinguish in a crowd. However, his eyes were very bright, as if they could shine.
Their height was not that strong, and they were even a little thin. However, their backs were straight and they were full of vigor.
It didn't seem to take much effort for him to lift a big fish that weighed more than ten kilograms and was constantly slapping its body with one hand.
"Let's go." Mister White put away his fishing rod and slowly stood up. Underneath his white robe, his body looked very thin. It was as if the wind would blow him away at any moment.
"Yes," the young man replied in a loud and clear voice.
The young man held the big fish and followed Mister White. When he looked at Mister White, he looked at him with admiration.
He walked along the path into the village.
White smoke curled up from the chimney. When the wind blew, it slowly dispersed. The pleasant smell of straw also filled the air. It was one of the scents that the villagers were most familiar with.
"Mister White."
"Mister White went fishing early in the morning again."
"Oh, Mister White, you are amazing. You caught such a big fish again. Look at the round scales. The flesh under the scales is light red. This is a red-skinned fish. I haven't caught one in a few months." The experienced fisherman in the village was very surprised.
"Come and drink some fish soup later." Mister White smiled. His voice was gentle and calm, but there was an indescribable sense of emptiness and uniqueness to it.
"Okay." The fisherman smiled brightly. His wrinkled face was like the bark of a withered tree.
Mister White!
This was because he did not know where he came from, nor did he know his name. Even his memories of the past were blank. Because his hair was all white, because his skin was pale, and because he wore a white robe, the villagers affectionately called him Mister Bai.
Mister White clearly remembered that he had been in the village for a year.
As he walked, he arrived in front of a small courtyard. This was Mister White's home in the village.
The courtyard was not very big. It was surrounded by a wooden fence and a wall made of straw. There were two or three small wooden houses standing side by side. These were all built with the help of kind-hearted people in the village. They were not very beautiful, but they were very practical.
"Mister White, you rest first. I will kill the fish," the young man said. He went to the well and fetched a bucket of water to kill the fish and wash it. Looking at his movements, one could tell that he often did this. He was very skilled.
After walking for a long time, Mister White felt very tired. His body was very weak.
His memories of the past were blank. He did not know why he was like this. He kept feeling weak. His hands were unable to lift anything. He was like the scholar that people described: weak.
The young man's name was Lin Ming. It was a very ordinary name. He could be said to be one of the first people to come into contact with Mister White. He always followed behind Mister White like a small tail.
He looked very thin, but he had strength that surpassed that of an adult.
During the break, a woman brought a child who was not even one year old in quickly. She said anxiously, "Mister White, Mister White … Please take a look at my child."
"Don't worry. Let me take a look," Mister White said. Mister White's voice was soft and gentle. It was like he had a calming power. It made the woman's emotions calm down. She was in a panic.
The child in her arms was blushing. His breathing was rapid. Perhaps it was because he was uncomfortable, but he moved his small body uneasily.
"Good boy …" Mister White's long and white fingers gently stroked the child's cheeks. The child looked at him peacefully. His breathing slowly calmed down.
"He is fine. He just caught a cold. When we go back, use summer grass …" Mister White said.
"Thank you, Mister White … Thank you, Mister White …" The woman was very grateful. She carried the child and left.
Mister White sat down again. He did not know why he was able to treat patients. Up until now, there had not been a single illness in the village that he could not cure.
This was also why the villagers respected him so much.
"Mister White, the fish is dead. Do you want to stew it or roast it?" Lin Ming walked over with a cleaned red-skinned fish in his hand. His eyes were sparkling, and when he spoke, there was a look of anticipation in his eyes. He remembered that Mr. Bai's stewed or grilled fish were very delicious. Every time, he almost swallowed his own tongue.
"Let's boil it today." Mister White smiled.
"Will it taste good if it's boiled?" Lin Ming was confused. He wanted to eat stewed or roasted fish, but since Mister White said to boil it, he would boil it. It should not taste bad.
Very quickly, Lin Ming's stomach growled. He was about to drool.
It smelled good. It was too good. Just the smell of it made him want to eat a few big bowls.
"It's not done yet. Wait for another hour. Call your sister over to eat with us," Mister White said with a smile.
"Okay." Lin Ming looked away from the big iron pot. He turned around and walked away.
Lin Ming's sister was called Lin Yun. It was also a very common name. However, it was Lin Yun who saved the unconscious Mister White and took him in for more than a month until Mister White had his own house in the village.
Soon, Lin Yun followed Lin Ming over. She looked to be about 17 or 18 years old. She was petite. When she saw Mister White, she lowered her head. Her cheeks were slightly red, and there was a hint of shyness in her eyes.
She did not know why, but every time she saw Mister White, her heart would beat faster. It was as if it was going to jump out of her throat.
Lin Yun was very diligent. When she arrived, she helped Mister White tidy up the house. She cleaned and scrubbed everywhere. Her actions were very skillful. In a short while, she finished cleaning and made the house look even cleaner.
When she opened the lid, a rich aroma filled the air. Lin Ming sniffed and could not stop drooling.
"It smells so good. I want to eat three big bowls … No, five big bowls …" Lin Ming said without holding back.
Lin Yun had already scooped out a big bowl of fish soup that was as thick as milk. There were pieces of fat fish in it. She served it to Mister White.
"Mister White, you eat first." Lin Yun's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzzing.
"Thank you. You eat too." Mister White took the fish soup and smiled. He blew on it gently. The steam from the fish soup was like smoke.
"Okay." Lin Yun nodded vigorously. She turned around in a slight panic.
"This taste … It's delicious … It's too delicious …" Lin Ming had already scooped a big bowl for himself. After blowing on it a few times, he did not care if it was hot or not. He drank a mouthful first.
Lin Ming's behavior made Mister White smile.
Lin Yun scooped a bowl of fish soup for herself. She blew on it and drank it in small sips. She was very happy. Not only was the fish soup delicious, but it was also because it was personally cooked by Mister White. The taste came from the bottom of her heart and spread throughout her body. It was indescribable.
A dozen kilograms of fish, excluding the organs and bones, still weighed around ten kilograms. Lin Yun's appetite was average, but Lin Ming's appetite was very big since he was young. Perhaps it had something to do with his natural strength. Mister White's body was thin, but his appetite was not small. He realized that only by eating and eating more food could his body maintain a certain amount of strength and not be so weak.
The three of them finished the big pot of fish soup and fish. After they finished eating, Lin Yun naturally helped to clean the big pot and other things.
"Mister White, I will go and hunt a rabbit later. Let's eat rabbit meat tonight," Lin Ming said as he ate. Lin Ming was picking his teeth as he spoke. When he thought of the rabbit meat that Mister White had cooked for him, he felt hungry again.
"Okay." Mister White nodded. Although the fish soup was delicious, he would get sick of it if he ate too much. It was necessary to change it from time to time.
The weather was clear. White clouds floated in the sky. The sun was high in the sky. It was like a giant fireball that poured light and heat. The sun was bright. A few rays of light shone through the window and fell into the room. They also fell on Mister White's pale face and white hair. They reflected light. It was a different kind of elegance. Lin Yun was stunned.
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