When Wu Qiangwei hooked her second fish, she finally understood what Song Guanchao meant by addiction.
The moment the float standing on the water's surface was suddenly tugged down,
that signal indicated a fish was on the hook.
With a fierce upward jerk of the rod, the heavy pull at the end of the fishing line entered into a tussle with her.
It was a peaceful form of hunting that awakened the hunting instincts coded into human genes from our ancestors.
That afternoon, Wu Qiangwei caught over a dozen fish.
For her, having interactions with officials and businessmen of all kinds every day, such moments of rest and relaxation were precious indeed.
"Time to go home."
Grandpa stood up and said.
"Let's go." Song Guanchao picked up the bucket and grabbed the fishing rods.
Wu Qiangwei carried the stool and followed behind.
As they left the shore, Song Guanchao glanced at the ducks and geese that had also come ashore and said, "I'm going to catch a duck."
