My Life with Narration-Chapter 348 - 345: Who the Hell Are You?

At one in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day, two men were leisurely seated under the willows by the river.

Although the weather was hot, it was quite cool here with stretches of green shade, as long as you stayed out of direct sunlight.

The vast area of shade around provided a refreshing coolness, which was very comfortable.

"Su, you’re great at chess, but fishing is my forte. It doesn’t just test your skills; it relies on the right time, place, and people. Don’t be careless!" Mr. Wen said confidently.

Earlier, Su Qing had mentioned that his fishing skills were average, but he could keep him company. This was clearly a provocation because he had said the same thing before their chess game, and what happened? He was beaten thoroughly.

Chess depends on intelligence and hard skills, but fishing doesn’t. There’s a bit of mystery to it, and even the best fishers sometimes come home empty-handed.

Besides, this river in the village was naturally formed, and no fish fry had been artificially added, so there weren’t many fish, and each was quite clever.

They were not like those in fish ponds, fed by humans and easily hooked with bait. He had enough confidence.

This young man even wanted to compete with him in fishing? Ridiculous. He’s been a fisherman for more than ten years, especially in his recent retirement years, where fishing was his greatest hobby. A young novice in fishing trying to compete with him was simply seeking humiliation.

In response, Su Qing smiled and said, "I’ve only fished with my dad once. I don’t know how to fish, but my luck is alright!"

He was unsure if his beginner’s luck would still work. It would be great if it did. He wasn’t too competitive, mainly just curious about what gift Mr. Wen was offering.

"Oh? Your father likes fishing too?" Mr. Wen showed some interest. After all, not many people share the same hobbies.

"Yes, he’s an old fisherman too, though he often comes home empty-handed and even buys fish from the supermarket to pretend to Mom that he caught them."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wen couldn’t help but laugh heartily. This was likely a common operation among fishermen. Even if he was wealthy, he too, had at first needed to save face in front of his wife. Men, after all, often strive to maintain their pride.

"Interesting, interesting. Your dad shouldn’t be too old, right? I’d love to meet him sometime and have a friendly competition!"

To this, Su Qing just gave a wry smile and shook his head, "Well... that might be difficult, at least for the time being."

"Why’s that?" Mr. Wen was a bit curious.

Even though he was now retired in a corner of his hometown, he still kept up with the news. Plus, with Su Qing frequently appearing at his house, he naturally had some interest.

He’d learned from his daughter that the young man’s father was a university professor, a job that seemed quite leisurely. So why would there be no opportunity to meet him? Could it be that he was ill or in the hospital?

But the next moment, Su Qing gave the answer.

"Uh... recently, my dad went fishing with friends and hooked something taboo!"

"Taboo? A dead fish on the line?" Clearly, Mr. Wen was knowledgeable about the scene.

Su Qing gave a wry smile, "Worse than a dead fish, it was a woman’s corpse!"

Mr. Wen: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

He was indeed shocked; this wasn’t something that could be faked. He had been fishing for over ten years but had never heard of anyone catching something so eerie.

"This this this... your dad’s alright?"

"He’s fine, physically stable at least. Not sure about his mental state, though."

"I see, right, Su, you’re a police officer, right?"

"Not exactly a police officer, but a special consultant for the police department."

Mr. Wen nodded, feeling that this elevated it to a higher level. Being a consultant was surely better than a regular police officer, and since that’s his line of work, it must be true.

"Well, then let’s wait for a chance in the future!" Mr. Wen said as he packed up his fishing gear, half losing his interest in fishing after what Su Qing said.

Under Mr. Wen’s guidance, Su Qing also assembled his fishing gear. Considering Mr. Wen’s status, the gear in his hand wasn’t ordinary. Although he didn’t know the brand, the moment he held it, the side note indicated that it was worth 75,000, with even gold-lined patterns on the handle.

There was a ring of jade decoration at the bottom, very luxurious. So this is what the life of a wealthy person is like.

Their food and drink were similar to ordinary people, but the things they used were low-key, luxurious, even the chess set they played before meals was of exquisite design.

But whether it was the chess set or the fishing gear, Mr. Wen handled them casually, without any sense of caution due to their value.

For him, it was all about what he liked, not the price. And Su Qing just pretended not to know, doing as he wished.

But it had to be said, Mr. Wen had a good conscience, not giving him a defective fishing rod.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

With two breaking sounds, the two fishing hooks fell into the river, and the two of them began to relax, sitting on lounge chairs in comfort.

"Here, Su, try this green tea. It not only cools you down but also reduces internal heat. After drinking that soup earlier, you’ll probably suffer tonight!" Mr. Wen teased, clearly aware of his soup baptism.

At this, Su Qing quickly took it. He could already feel a difference from usual, with a sense of heat throughout his body.

Although Mr. Wen wanted to meet him, it was out of curiosity rather than treating him like a criminal during an interrogation. The conversation was mainly casual, making the process quite harmonious.

Meanwhile, on the other side, accompanied by the little girl, four women in the house were also chatting, talking about work and relationships. Wen Yun’s mother occasionally teased Shen Yi.

As for the little girl, she was still playing with Da Huang. Before long, Da Huang somehow managed to bring back a goose egg from somewhere. The little girl, Wen Yun, shook it vigorously in her hand, determined to shake it until the yolk separated.

Who told that big goose to bully them? Revenge is a dish best served cold, she wanted the goose to have no descendants.

Soon, the little girl ran outside. Wen Nanqing, seeing this, had no choice but to follow and keep an eye on her; the child was too young to run around unchecked.

"Xiao Yi, when do you and Xiao Su plan to get married?" Wen’s mother asked.

"Uh... Auntie, we haven’t thought about it yet!"

"What? Haven’t thought about it? You’re already at this age; you really should give it some thought. You can’t wait until you’re as old as Xiao Qing to get married, can you?

Although she’s divorced now, her child is almost in elementary school. You’re a bit younger, but you shouldn’t delay yourself like this. I think Xiao Su is pretty good, though he’s a bit young, at least his character is good. It’s good enough. Being together a long time doesn’t necessarily lead to a good outcome, you know. It’s better to get married early. Hasn’t your mom urged you?"

Although she was satisfied with Su Qing, after all, Shen Yi was not dating her own daughter. In these matters, she could only offer advice. She liked Shen Yi very much and naturally hoped she could get married soon.

"We’ve actually only known each other for a few months, not even half a year. It’s too fast. At the very least, we should wait until next year!" Shen Yi could only plead continuously.

The two of them hadn’t even defined their relationship yet, where was the mindset to think about marriage? Plus, she really wasn’t in that mindset right now.

"Next year? I really don’t understand you young people. Your sister Qing, too, told her to find someone again, and she agreed but didn’t take any action, driving me crazy!"

At that moment, a scream came from the backyard, immediately followed by the landlord’s wife’s scream. The two quickly got up and ran towards the backyard.

Soon they saw Wen Nanqing running out holding her daughter, the little girl was lying in her arms, crying.

"What happened? What’s wrong?" Wen’s mother asked anxiously.

"Mom, there are wasps in the backyard, they’re huge!"

"Wasps? Did they sting Xiao Yun? Where did they sting you?" Shen Yi asked.

Hearing this, the landlord’s wife quickly set the little girl down and proceeded to strip her clothes off but found no sting marks.

The little girl was just sobbing uncontrollably and couldn’t answer their questions, so they had to resort to this extreme.

"Stop crying, where did it sting you?" Wen Nanqing asked anxiously.

In response, the little girl just sobbed, unable to speak. Seeing this, Wen’s mother coaxed, "Be a good girl and tell grandma where it hurts."

The little girl shook her head and after repeated confirmations from the three, they realized she was just scared.

Just as the three felt relieved, a plump face appeared in their view.

It was Da Huang’s face, swollen like a balloon. Its eyes were so puffed they couldn’t be seen. It kept whining.

Its mouth looked like a puffed bun, with drool hanging from both sides, looking very comical. Its head was a circle larger. If you didn’t know better, you’d think it was a lion.

It was clear it had taken quite a few stings. The little girl was unharmed, largely thanks to it, as it had taken most of the heat.

Seeing this, the little girl started crying even harder, holding Da Huang’s dog’s head and wailing.

"Da Huang, are you okay? Don’t die on me. Mom, hurry and save Da Huang!"

In response, the three were speechless, but they had to admit Da Huang’s appearance was quite jubilant.

"Don’t worry, Da Huang will be fine. He’ll be better in a couple of days!" Wen’s mother laughed, nodding her head at Da Huang in appreciation. Protecting her granddaughter like this meant it deserved better treatment in the future.

Half an hour later, Su Qing was with Old Mr. Wen, drinking tea and fishing. The two hadn’t caught anything.

However, Su Qing was starting to feel increasingly hot inside.

At this time, Wen Nanqing came over with a plate of sliced watermelon. Shen Yi and Wen’s mother followed behind, with the little girl and Da Huang in tow.

"Dad, have you caught any fish yet? Have some watermelon that Xiao Su bought!"

At that moment, Wen Nanqing, wearing a light green long dress, placed a dish of watermelon on the table in the middle. As she bent over, a glimpse of snow-white was accidentally revealed.

Su Qing looked up and, unintentionally catching a glimpse, felt a rush of heat to his nose, which began to bleed.

Seeing the situation on Su Qing’s side, Wen Nanqing naturally realized her own inappropriate posture, blushing, she quickly stood up.

Su Qing covered his nose, the blood seeping through his fingers.

"Hey, why the nosebleed? Could it be because you saw a beauty?" Shen Yi teased as she walked over.

Hearing this, Su Qing felt his face flush with heat. Wen’s mother also came over to take a look and calmly said, "It’s nothing serious, he’s just overheated, a nosebleed will help cool him down. Xiao Su, eat some watermelon, it’ll cool you off!"

"Woof woof!" [Brother, are you dying? If you’re dead, then I’m not going back!] Da Huang pushed its big face forward, seemingly concerned but actually rather rebellious inside.

But seeing Da Huang in this manner startled Su Qing:

"Damn, who are you?"

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