The scene in front of me seems to have changed, but it seems to have not changed.

But in Yang Yu's eyes, everything in front of him has completely changed.

After turning a few turns, Yang Yu actually saw a piece of rapeseed flowers.

The yellow rapeseed flowers, the refreshing fragrance seems to be unstoppable and about to drill into people's noses.

Yang Yu naturally took a deep breath, and he really liked the smell.

As for why the scene in front of him turned from the forest to the vast plain, Yang Yu stopped thinking about it, but walked slowly forward along the ridge of the rapeseed field.

There are flowers, butterflies.

Not only are there butterflies, but there are also quite a few.

Yang Yu suddenly thought of a game that he often played when he was a child.

Use a reed to remove the leaves of the reed, leaving a bare pole and a slender whisker on the head, and then tie a piece of white paper to the whisker.

Of course there was no paper in this era, but there was a very soft cloth that could flutter with the wind.

So Yang Yu saw one or two reeds growing in the rapeseed flower sky not far ahead.

This is really normal.

Whether in the rice field or rapeseed field, a few reed seeds will always fall in the year, and it is not surprising that a few reeds will grow.

Yang Yu reached out and pulled out a reed, removed the leaves of the reed, and then tore off the small piece of white cloth from the lining of his body and tied it to the whiskers of the reed.

Then Yang Yu took the end of the reed and extended the head of the reed that was helping the cloth into the rapeseed field.

As the breeze blows, the white cloth looks like a snow-white butterfly, flapping its wings and dancing in the wind.

In a short while, two butterflies were attracted by the disguised "butterflies" and flew with the butterflies.

Yang Yu continued to walk forward, with more butterflies in front.

After walking for more than a hundred meters, behind Yang Yu's reed pole, a long series of butterflies were already followed, like a white ribbon floating in the air.

Yang Yu's hand shook slightly, and the butterfly following Yang Yu's cloth piece tied to the reed whiskers seemed to be frightened and flew away in an instant.

So the butterfly behind him also flew away, flying higher and higher, until Yang Yu could no longer see it.

Suddenly, Yang Yu heard the sound of gurgling water in his ears.

As soon as he lowered his head, he was already standing by a clear stream.

Next to him, very close to him, an old man wearing a cloth robes and a hat was fishing there with a bamboo pole.

Yang Yu didn't know when he passed through the rapeseed field that seemed to never end, nor when he came to this stream.

But this is obviously not very important.

So Yang Yu did it and was next to the old man.

The old man was catching fish with concentration, as if he had never noticed that there was one more person next to him.

Yang Yu looked at the flowing slowly in the stream, could see the running water of the small stones under the water, and then looked at the thin cotton thread connected to the bamboo pole in the old man's hand.

Yes, the fishing rod has only one pillar and a thin cotton thread. The cotton thread head stretched into the water has never had any kind of fish hook.

Fortunately, the water flow is not very fast, and the cotton thread just floats back and forth in the water, and has not been washed too much.

"Can you catch fish in this clear river water?"

Yang Yu couldn't help asking questions.

"Of course, that's possible."

The old man replied without looking back.

"Then can you catch fish in this cotton thread?"

Yang Yu asked again.

"Of course, that's possible."

The old man answered again.

Yang Yu opened the fan and shook it: "I said this is not possible. This cotton thread is just not eaten. What should the fish bite it?"

The old man said, "How do you know that this fish will not come to bite this fish line? Maybe they swim back and forth, and when they see the fish line a few times, they become curious, and then they will inevitably bite it with their mouths a few times."

Yang Yu shook his head and laughed: "Haha, if every fish is so curious, then the fish will spend the rest of their lives in this curiosity, and the rest will not be done."

The old man turned his head over, looked at Yang Yu with some curiosity, and said, "You are not a fish, how do you know that this fish will not be curious and will not bite this cotton thread."

Yang Yu looked at the old man and said, "You are not me, so how could you know? I don't know this fish and won't bite this cotton thread?"

The old man was stunned, but Yang Yu's words were allusions. It was an interesting conversation between Zhuangzi of the Taoist sect and his friend: How could he know the joy of fish without fish?

The old man was going to use these words to make things difficult for Yang Yu, but he was stumped by Yang Yu at this time.

"Haha, my friend has a clever tongue, he is really eloquent."

The old man turned his head slowly, meaning that Yang Yu could only say something, but he could not produce any evidence to prove his own words.

Yang Yu smiled and shook his head, then picked up a stone from his side and threw it into the water.

"Sir, would that fish bite this stone?"

Yang Yu asked.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Of course I won't."

Yang Yu said: "Why does that sir think that fish will definitely bite the sir's cotton thread? What is the difference between this cotton thread and that stone?"

The old man thought for a while and said, "There is naturally a difference. The stone is indifferent to the public and cannot arouse the fish's curiosity. The cotton thread has been floating in the water, like a living thing. If the fish see it, it will be confused once or twice, three or four times, and it will always take a bite because of curiosity."

"Haha, I said that if this fish is very curious, it will not be able to do anything in its life. Moreover, in the eyes of every fish, it may be the first time to see your cotton thread, and there is no difference between once and twice."

Yang Yu said.

“Why?”

The old man asked curiously.

"Because this fish has a bad memory, it only takes two breaths."

Yang Yu stretched out his two fingers and shook them in front of the old man.

When the old man heard this, he snorted coldly: "Hmph, don't talk nonsense. How do you know that this fish has only about two breaths of memory? Let me say this, after two breaths, the fish in front of me will no longer be the fish I saw before?"

The old man showed some anger, but what he said made Yang Yu slightly shocked.
Chapter completed!