Liu Zhizhong could only shake his head and smile, and went into the camper to take a nap.
The window was open, and with a turn of his head, he could see most of the beautiful scenery of Shuangxin Valley, including the river and the cliffs on the opposite side.
Of course, he could also see Qian Xuan sitting in a wheelchair, setting up a powerful line at the fishing spot, attaching a large blue pellet, swinging the rod with a whooshing sound, enjoying himself immensely!
Liu Zhizhong lay comfortably in the car, watching everything, as his eyelids gradually grew heavy, drifting into a dream.
And Qian Xuan, at his fishing spot, occasionally raised the rod, which didn't disturb Liu Zhizhong's sleep.
Fishing for the Giant Green Fish at noon, he was alone, quietly enjoying the mountains and waters, watching the float's movement, which was quite poetic.
A warm winter in Shuangxin Valley, the young man busily fishing!
