Fish swimming around the world

The old man was furious, his face flushed red: "Who said I can't cure it? If I can't cure it, no one can. You wait!"

The old man stood up with a snort, came to the shelf in the corner, and tiptoed to take a sheepskin roll from the top layer.

Untying the leather rope, the old man turned over the sheepskin roll, and inside was a row of silver needles, of different lengths and sizes, each of which was shining with cold light.

"Old man, you old liar are very dedicated, and you have sacrificed all these things?"

The old man snorted, too lazy to pay attention to this poisonous tongue, picked up a three-inch silver needle with two fingers, and suddenly pierced it into the top of the woman's head, and then, with the wind, the silver needles were pierced all over the woman's head in an instant.

"Girls are troublesome." The old man said, and his finger picked up the air, and a silver needle actually jumped up, and with the old man's gesture, it pierced into the woman's chest all at once.

Not long after, the woman was full of silver needles.

The young man opened his mouth wide: "Old man, you are really good, you can also do magic tricks?"

The old man was proud: "Awesome, isn't it? How can I get my reputation for nothing?"

The young man shook his head: "No, I am more sure that you are a charlatan. The charlatans in our hometown usually have a few magic tricks..."

"Go back to your hometown!" The old man blew his beard and glared.

The two quarreled, and suddenly, the woman on the bed made a sound.

"Awake?"

The two hurried over, only to see that the woman's eyebrows were tightly knitted, and her expression seemed very painful. After a while, the woman suddenly opened her eyes.

The young man felt as if a pair of cold stars lit up in front of his eyes. These phoenix eyes were so beautiful, but so sharp.

"Bold!" The woman's voice was like ice beads, as sharp as a knife.

"How can the gods be!..."

However, before she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and fainted again.

The old man and the young man looked at each other in bewilderment. The young man scratched his head: "What's going on? What did she say?"

The old man held his chin and hummed twice: "He said heaven? What about the earth? It seems to be..."

"What a mess, I heard it was really the earth, what does it mean, I don't understand."

The old man pulled the young man, his eyes flashing with a thief: "You idiot, I think this girl has a complicated background, this momentum is powerful!"

The young man recalled the moment just now, the woman seemed like a phoenix from the sky, with a fierce momentum, and there seemed to be a sword in her eyes, and the killing intent rushed to her face.

"It's a bit... Old thing, you have seen a lot, do you recognize this thing?"

The young man said, and took out a dark sign from his arms.

The old man took it and weighed it in his hand for a few times: "Well, it feels cold and heavy, I don't know what it is made of."

"You haven't seen it either?"

The old man shook his head: "No, what is it? It looks like a token."

He thought about it and said to the boy: "You idiot, this girl may be from a big family, don't get into trouble."

The boy put away the token: "Let's talk about it later, we can't just watch her die."

The old man waved his hand: "Don't say I didn't tell you that good people don't get rewarded... Hey? Is the fish cooked?"

The woman woke up again, three days later.

However, this time, the woman's eyes were not so sharp, but a little confused.

"Where is this?"

The woman woke up, looked around, and then asked the old man and the child who were looking at her by the bed.

"Eh? It's different..." The old man poked the boy.

The young man was in no mood to pay attention to him, so he smiled and said, "Wake up, you've been sleeping for three days."

"Three days?" The woman frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something, but suddenly pressed her fingers on her temples.

"My head hurts..." The woman rubbed her head, then looked at the two again: "There's another question, who are you? Who am I?"

The old man and the young man were stunned for a moment, and looked at each other.

The old man leaned over and widened his eyes: "Girl, you don't remember anything?"

The woman frowned, as if she was trying to think about something, but finally shook her head: "I can't remember, tell me."

Amnesia? These two words popped into the young man's mind.

The old man held his chin, looked at the woman carefully for a long time, and asked tentatively: "Girl, you don't even remember your name or how you came here?"

"Name..." The woman thought hard again, and finally shook her head.

The old man looked at the woman, pinched his chin, turned around and paced back and forth. Not long after, the young man saw the old man's eyes rolling around. Suddenly, a lewd smile appeared on his face.

Turning around again, the old man looked concerned.

"Granddaughter-in-law, I think you probably fell into the river and hurt your brain?"

"Granddaughter-in-law?" The woman was stunned and pointed at herself: "Me?"

The old man touched his head, as if he was a little puzzled: "Ah, yes." He pointed at the boy: "My grandson, Jiang Fan, you are his wife, don't you remember?"

The boy looked at him, opened his mouth, stunned.

The old man said seriously: "Granddaughter-in-law, it's okay, let's think about it slowly, I will make some soup for you to replenish your body later."

The woman looked at him in a daze, then looked at Jiang Fan, and suddenly said: "Was I blind at the beginning? How did I marry into your family?"

I am special? !

Jiang Fan originally wanted to confess the truth, but he held it back.

A pot of delicious fish soup was served, and Jiang Fan first served a bowl to the woman: "You haven't eaten for three days, drink some soup to warm your stomach first, and then eat. Otherwise, it's easy to have indigestion."

"What is indigestion?" The woman obviously had never heard of this term.

"Oh... In your case, it means that your stomach has been empty for a long time, and you need to restore its function first. Eating directly will make you uncomfortable."

The woman said "oh" and sat down at the table.

She just looked down at the chair with some curiosity and fumbled on the armrest.

Jiang Fan didn't say anything. He made this set of tables and chairs according to the style of his hometown. There was no such thing here, and the woman obviously didn't have this experience.

The woman who had just finished washing changed into a linen dress. This was Jiang Fan's clothes. Fortunately, the woman was tall and didn't look too big in it. It was just that the woman was a little dissatisfied with herself for not having decent clothes (including underwear).

The milky white fish soup was covered with finely chopped coriander and chopped green onions, and the aroma was fragrant.

The woman took the soup spoon and tasted it carefully. Her eyes lit up. She threw away the spoon and picked up the bowl. She drank it all in three or two mouthfuls. She licked her lips with satisfaction and said to Jiang Fan: "This fish soup tastes good. Why do I feel that I have never tasted such delicious soup before?" "Hehe..." Jiang Fan was speechless, but the old man was talking nonsense: "We make a living by fishing. We drink this stuff every day. Granddaughter-in-law, you have lost your memory and forgot it." The woman thought about it and didn't bother about it anymore. She looked at Jiang Fan and said: "I just took a photo when I was bathing. Mirror, now I understand that it wasn't me who was blind, it was probably you who was blind." Finally, he looked at the old man and said, "You are blind too."

Jiang Fan:...

The old man was enjoying himself. He took a few bites of food, then broke the mud seal of a small jar of wine, carefully filled the ceramic bowl, leaned over and took a sip, smacking his lips: "Fragrant! My dear grandson, let alone anything else, your wine is indeed the best in the world."

Grandson...

Jiang Fan was powerless to complain about the fact that his generation had been reduced to the bottom, and in the end he only took advantage of the feet.