The cool autumn wind blew slowly, stirring the dead branches and yellow leaves on the pond, making the pond water ripple.
Jing Hanchuan picked up the fishing pole and turned the fishing reel. There was only an inch-long fish on the hook. When the fishtail swung, the shaken water soaked his clothes, but he didn't care.
He took the fish, placed it in a bucket, and got someone to release it.
"You caught it and let it go?" Fu Sinian was sitting beside him, his calm eyes revealing a hint of curiosity.
To him, since the fish was caught, there were other uses for it, even if he didn't kill it or steam it. He had fished for so long just to release it? No wonder the fish in the Jing residence pond kept increasing instead of decreasing, and he never finished catching them all.
"The fun of fishing isn't catching fish," Jing Hanchuan said meaningfully, as if Fu Sinian was just a layman in his eyes.
