There is a small West Lake in Tianjin, which is built to imitate the West Lake in Hangzhou. The pavilions and towers are vast. In late spring and early summer, tourists are endless. They may be rafting on the lake, or walking with their couples, wandering around the green trees and quiet water. This is a good thing.

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In winter, the scenery of the Little West Lake has changed and there are fewer tourists. The lake water has frozen, the willow leaves have fallen, and it is cold and depressing. Except for a few children playing and playing on the ice, you can rarely see a figure.

An old man wearing a military coat, a Lei Feng hat and thick plush gloves was holding a one-meter-long iron felt and repeatedly hitting the ice surface. The iron felt was tied to the ice surface, and the ice chips were gradually broken.

It made a harsh sound of rubbing. A few meters away from him, this fishing rod, a fish bucket for fishing, and a simple folding stool.

The old man is old and has a little physical strength. Every few hits, he has to stand up and hold his waist and rest for a minute or two. After ten minutes, he has not been able to dig an ice hole on the ice.

The old man gasped, stood up and gently pounded his waist, preparing to rest for a few more minutes this time before chiseling.

On the ice, a young man wearing a white coat and looking like a jade walked over slowly and said with a smile: "Uncle, fishing."

The old man glanced at the young man and said with a little dissatisfaction: "You are fishing too."

The young man pointed to the fishing rod about ten meters away and said with a smile: "I have caught two fish, and I can make a pot of hot soup when I go back." As he said that, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "The fish in winter are particularly tender.

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The old man frowned and blamed, "Young people are becoming more and more ignorant now, and you have lost all the five thousand years of culture."

The young man pointed to the iron felt and smiled, "Uncle, do you need to be busy?"

"What do you think?" the old man asked unhappily.

"Hey, I said, "Master, if you need help, just say it. How can I know if you don't say it?"

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "At a distance of more than ten meters, I am not as dizzy as I am. Can't you see it?"

The young man shrugged, "Who knows, what if you're exercising?"

The old man smiled helplessly, "Are you still helping me?"

"Help, of course help." The young man said as he took the iron felt from the old man's hand, started to weigh it twice, and exclaimed: "Uncle, your iron felt is quite heavy."

The old man sat on a simple stool, hammering his waist with his hands, "This is not an ordinary iron felt, it is a family heirloom left by my ancestors."

The young man held the iron felt in both hands and poked it hard on the ice, "Is that so? It's just a little heavier than ordinary iron felt."

The old man said lightly: "My ancestors were stonemasons. I relied on this iron felt to support the family. Without it, there would be no me who I am today."

The young man poked the ice surface and said, "Uncle, you are really willing to do this by your ancestors' things not to be kept at home for you. You can take them here to make ice holes."

The old man smiled, "Iron felt should be of use as iron felt, and it will rust when placed."

"The uncle is a pragmatist."

"People in our era have suffered and been hungry, and some even sold their children. They can't survive without actually being able to survive." As he said that, he shook his head gently, "Not like the young people today, what they say with their mouths

The fancy and whistle are written on the paper, and they are all for others to listen to and read.”

The young man smiled, "That's true, people who do things are busy doing things and have no time to brag about them."

With a puff, the ice surface was pierced, revealing the lake water inside.

The young man raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Master, you can get off the rod."

The old man took the iron felt and threw it beside him, throwing the fish hook with the bait in.

"I have been fishing in Xiaoxi Lake for more than ten years, and I haven't seen you fishing at the age of you, but you are the only one who has been here for a week in a row." As he said that, he rubbed his hands, "Especially at this time, many young people are there in this world.

People are still sleeping in bed, so take my grandsons as an example, probably they are still chatting with Zhou Gong. You, you look cynical, but they are different from most young people."

The young man smiled faintly, "That's because they have good fortune. You, grandpa, will shelter them from the wind and rain."

The old man ignored him and looked up at the young man, "What about you, is your life bad?"

The young man grinned, not caring about the coldness of the ice surface, so he sat down directly and sat down next to the old man.

"It was good, but I was very hard for myself."

The old man laughed, "Looking at how you look at your smile, you don't look like you are suffering."

The young man also laughed and spread his hands, "It's already very hard, and he has to make a bitter thing all day long. Wouldn't it be more bitter? It's better to smile more, smile for ten years, and be bitter all day long

A face is prone to getting older.”

"Boy"! The old man pretended to be blamed and scolded, "Pretending to be old in front of me, you are not afraid of being struck by lightning."

"Uncle, this winter is not thundering."

"I have heard that you are so slick and not doing anything right. Today I see you almost always."

"Uncle, do you know me"?

The old man took out a cigarette and handed it out, but the young man waved his hand and signaled that he would not smoke.

The old man lit it himself and took a deep breath, "Not only did I know you, I also hugged you when you were full moon." As he said that, he reached out and compared, "You were so young at that time, and you were so pink and cute, I

I thought it was a girl. At that time, my fourth grandson was just born, so I asked your grandfather if he could have a family.”

He said, "I still remember your grandfather's expression now, and he was blowing his beard and glaring.

I almost wanted to hit me, but that old guy just took off your pants and showed me your little teapot."

As he said that, he pointed to the young man, "Good guy, he just squirted out a hot spring, simmering my face."

The young man laughed, "This is the first time I heard of it. I thought I might have been angry with you on purpose."

"So, you have been eccentric since you were a child. Although you haven't seen you for more than ten years, when I see you, I remember the scene at that time."

"Grandpa Tian, ​​since you have recognized me a long time ago, I have let me sit in the snow for a week, it's too unreasonable."

The old man blew up the ashes and said, "Why do you recognize you and cause trouble for yourself?"

Nalan Zijian smiled, "Grandpa Tian, ​​with this relationship between us, what trouble can I bring to you."

"What kind of feelings? Use urine to nourish my face of emotion"? The old man quipped.

"Hehe, boy peeing, it won't hurt feelings."

The old man put away his smile and stared at the fishing rod. A faint loneliness appeared on his face, "I didn't see you off when your grandfather left. As he got older, he became more and more afraid of death as he got older, and he became more and more lonely.

Friends and enemies are gradually leaving one by one, maybe I will be the next one.”

"Grandpa Tian, ​​playing with ice on the ice in the middle of winter is more energetic than a 20-year-old boy. Look, there is no problem living for another twenty years."

The old man was amused and laughed, "Your grandpa is right, your little mouth is just like a honeypot."

"No, my grandfather often says that my mouth is like a blade, heart-wrenching."

The old man said lightly: "Don't you know how your grandfather is to you? Although I have seen it very little over the years, every time I mention it, the pride on my face is permeated from my bones. He, the one he loves the most is you.

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Nalan Zijian looked at the white sky and laughed: "Yes, how do you sing a song? The person I love hurts me the most."

The old man glanced at Nalan Zijian and said, "You can still laugh."

"Grandpa Tian, ​​what do you think of my grandpa?"

"Want to hear the truth or the lies"?

"I want to hear it all."

The old man rubbed his hands, "I learned the methods of scholars, and I learned the problems of scholars, and I was able to gain weight. I could not get into the inside, and I read the books all over the cow's butt."

"Hahahaha", Nalan Zijian laughed so hard that he only slapped his thighs.

The old man smiled faintly, "The stonemason who has been in the Tian family for hundreds of years, the rough and rough words are not nice."

"The words are rough but the truth is not rough, Grandpa Tian has come to the point."

The two looked at Yu Fu in the ice cave indifferently and didn't speak for a long time.

A cold wind blew, and Nalan Zijian's hair was floating, "Grandpa Tian, ​​are you and my grandpa friends?"

"Friend"? The old man frowned and thought seriously about the meaning of these two words. After a while, he said: "When you reach my age, you will find that these two are difficult to define."

"What about us?" Nalan Zijian pointed to the old man and then to himself.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect Nalan Zijian to say such words, and then laughed, "You guy, your idea is really strange."

"It's good that you're used to it. Everyone in the Nalan family knows that I'm a fantastic person who has nothing to do with it."

"What do you think?" the old man asked back.

Nalan Zijian turned to look at the old man and smiled and said, "Why do I think it's not important? What matters is Grandpa Tian, ​​what do you think?"

"Am I?" The old man pondered for a while, "It's interesting to chat with you, and it's good to have you as a friend."

Nalan Zijian smiled and was about to take advantage of the situation to speak, the old man immediately raised his hand to stop him, and his face gradually became serious.

"Little guy, I'm old, I'm not caring about the affairs of the Tian family long ago."

Nalan Zijian's face was not disappointed at all, and he still smiled as before: "Grandpa Tian, ​​that's how you treat your friends you made."

The old man frowned, and the wrinkles on his face were as clear as the ladders of the Eighteen Ladders.

"Little guy, it's useless to play with me. Don't talk about you, even Nalan Wenruo is still alive."

Nalan Zijian sighed, "Grandpa Tian has the heart to see if I am bullied?"
To be continued...