Chapter 1639： I have a little goldfish 5

This dream is really strange.

Wei Yiran looked up at the ceiling, there was no leakage; when he turned to look out the window, there was no wind or rain.

Where's the water?

He raised his arm and sniffed lightly, a muddy smell.

Wei Yiran frowned, got up and went to the bathroom-all the toiletries in the bathroom were removed, and there were no towels left.

He took a shower with clean water, and then Chi Luoluo came back wet, without a change of clothes, so he could only put on the clothes on his body before he dried.

Feeling bored, I subconsciously wanted to smoke a cigarette, and took out the cigarette box from my pocket, only to remember that the cigarette was wet and could not ignite.

Wei Yiran sighed in depression, discouraged, depressed, at a loss...

To fall into this situation, although the deception and framing of others are indispensable, in the final analysis, I am too ignorant and too incompetent... But if you are a little clever, you won't get to this point...

...

At five o'clock, Huang Ming arrived as scheduled.

Wei Yiran's clothes were half-dry and half-damp. It was not a time to be hypocritical, so he put it on hastily and went downstairs to the garden.

Huang Ming not only brought a big bucket and bamboo pole, but also a large fishing net.

They worked together to cast a fishing net on one side of the pond, and then vigorously stirred it on the other side with a bamboo pole, so that they could drive the frightened school of fish into the net and catch it all.

Although the idea is good, the actual operation is quite different from the idea.

The so-called catching a net, there are only four fish.

Another net went down, this time there was only one fish.

After that, no matter how Huang Ming made waves in the water, he didn't see half of the fish. The fish feed didn't work. The pond seemed empty, there was nothing but silt and lotus.

Where are the fish in the pond?

Even if you die, there are so many koi carps, shouldn’t there be no fish bones left?

They tossed in the water for a long time. When it was almost seven o'clock, Wei Yiran glanced at the brightening sky and said, "Take it home first. Remember to add more water and wait for me to arrange."

"Hey, I see, young master." Huang Ming honestly packed his fishing nets and bamboo poles.

Wei Yiran didn't worry about him, and said: "Don't be stupid, you sell yourself, these fish will sell for two thousand. Huang Ming, if you want two thousand or twenty thousand, think about it yourself."

Huang Ming nodded repeatedly and replied in a low voice: "Master, I understand, don't worry."

He picked up the bucket and was about to leave. He suddenly stopped and exclaimed, "Master! Look, there is a fish here!"

Wei Yiran was stunned when he heard the words, and when he walked over, he saw that there was a fish in the bucket--

It is not a koi, but a small goldfish with a wide and elegant tail. The whole body is only the size of a palm, and the whole body is pure gold. Its scales are shining in the light of dawn, and the glory is shining.

it's beautiful!

Wei Yiran and Huang Ming sighed in unison.

But what's the use of being beautiful? No matter how beautiful it is, it is just an ordinary goldfish. It cannot be sold at a high price. It is not as valuable as a koi.

"Raise it first," Wei Yiran said, "The color is quite special, maybe someone is willing to pay a high price."

"Yes, it looks like a layer of gold." Huang Ming was surprised.

In terms of appearance, except for the larger tail, other places are very common, except that the color is very unusual, and the golden eye is dazzling.

Huang Ming also found a small goldfish in plastic bags, fearing that it would be bullied by the Koi.

After Huang Ming left, Wei Yiran didn't leave immediately. He returned to the study and continued to sleep for a while. It wasn't until eight o'clock that the banker came in and drove him away. He left with a sleepy-eyed look.

Before leaving, I looked back at my former home.

There are a lot of flavours in his heart, I don't know if it is too difficult, or regrets a little more... Falling from the clouds to the dust, is it just that?