Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

I've been experiencing writer's block lately, so I'll just write about my daily life instead.

It was 8:30 a.m. on Sunday morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Lin Yuan was nestled in the two-meter-wide latex mattress of his river-view penthouse, deep in conversation with Zhou Gong about the storyboard for the next film, when a loud knocking sound came from the bedroom door.

"Lin Yuan, get up!" came the deep, resonant roar of his father-in-law, Gu Tiancheng, from outside the door. "A man is in his prime at thirty, and at twenty he should be as vibrant as the morning sun! Hurry up, the masters of the fishing world never take a nap!"

Lin Yuan pulled the pillow over his head and rolled over, trying to play dead. But the next second, Gu Zhiwan ruthlessly yanked a corner of the blanket off the bed.

Having just finished washing up, the beautiful Ms. Gu, wearing a fluffy cream-colored bathrobe and smelling of camellia shower gel, poked his lower back with a smug grin: "Director Lin, don't struggle. My dad and your dad arrived downstairs at 7:30, and their gear is packed into your trunk. If you don't get up, these two retired old cadres will put on a whole show of filial piety."

"Is this the sincerity you showed when you promised me last night that I could 'get a good rest today'?" Lin Yuan looked at his wife with a disheveled appearance and a lifeless expression.

"That's called force majeure." Gu Zhiwan's fox-like almond eyes curved into crescents as she casually slapped a fleece-lined sweatshirt onto his face, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Go on, Master Lin. Your task today is extremely challenging: drive, bait the hook, and be a cheerleader. Remember, you can only clap, not steal the show, or you won't be able to withstand the wrath of the two Air Force Commanders."

Half an hour later, at Qinglong Reservoir on the outskirts of the city.

A cold wind howled, the water shimmered, and a long row of expensive professional fishing gear was neatly arranged on the shore.

Lin Liguo and Gu Tiancheng, the two veteran comrades, were fully equipped, wearing professional windproof jackets, wide-brimmed sun hats, and non-slip wading boots. If you didn't know better, you would think that the National Geographic scientific expedition team had booked the whole place.

"Old Lin, today I'm using an 8.1-meter carbon fiber big fish rod with an imported nano float. I've been raising this 'Giant Killer' set for half a year. If I don't pull out a 20-pound grass carp today, I'll change my name backwards." Gu Tiancheng looked solemn as he precisely mixed musk, silkworm pupa powder, and bloodworm powder with a measuring cup, his movements as delicate as if he were doing molecular gastronomy.

Lin Liguo, not to be outdone, pulled out a packet of red granules that smelled of alcohol and sneered, "Fancy stuff. Wild fishing is all about experience; the traditional Chinese medicine rice and wine left by our ancestors are the real deal. Xiao Yuan, set up that Shadowless Umbrella over there, don't block my fishing spot's luck."

Lin Yuan, who had been bossed around all morning, yawned and silently retreated to the dry grassy area twenty meters away.

"Alright, you guys fight like gods, I'll be the mood-setter."

Lin Yuan lay flat on the folding chair, casually broke off a two-meter-long wild reed from the roadside, took out the snack line he bought for the cat from his bag, tied it to a small plastic hook that came with the fishing gear he bought, and finally tore off a piece of meat filling from the half meat bun that Gu Zhiwan had given him for breakfast, pinched it onto the hook, and casually flicked it, sticking the reed pole into the mud.

"You call this fishing?" Lin Liguo glanced back and shook his head in disdain. "There's not even a float. How are you supposed to see when the fish takes the bait? Young people these days are so impetuous and have absolutely no craftsmanship."

"Dad, this isn't called being impetuous, this is called the quantum entanglement blind fishing method." Lin Yuan pulled his fisherman's hat over his face, put his hands in his sleeves, and said in a muffled voice, "The main idea is like Jiang Taigong fishing: those who are willing will take the bait, and those who are not, well, that's it. You guys do your high-level games, I'm going to report my thoughts to Zhou Gong first."

Five minutes later, a steady and rhythmic snoring sound rang out from the edge of the reeds.

The two elderly fathers exchanged a glance and shook their heads in unison: "They're hopeless."

Time passed second by second.

The sun moved from the east to its zenith, then slid back down towards the western mountains.

The cold wind grew increasingly biting, and the air by the reservoir seemed to have been frozen solid.

The faces of the two "gear enthusiasts" plummeted from their initial high spirits to a deep, unforgivable green as the sun's shadow gradually shifted.

Five whole hours!

Those two imported nano-scale floats, worth four figures, stood straighter on the gently rippling water than the sentries in Tiananmen Square. Not even a passing plankton dared to touch them, let alone a large grass carp.

"Something's not right..." Gu Tiancheng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, squatted down, and stared intently at the water, his brows furrowed. "I've calculated the bait ratio of 3:2 for attracting and fishing, and I've taken care of the wind direction, water depth, and air pressure. Even if it's just a crevice between rocks, it should have attracted two crabs, right?"

Lin Liguo's face darkened. He stubbed out his cigarette, lit it again, and tried to salvage the situation: "The water temperature has dropped, and the fish aren't biting. In this kind of weather, even a genius would fail. It's not our fault."

Just as the two elderly fathers were frantically trying to find metaphysical philosophical justifications for the "Air Force," they suddenly heard a rustling sound of dry grass behind them.

Lin Yuan stretched, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and sat up. He glanced at the setting sun and said, "Hey, it's 5:30. Wanwan's urging us to go home for dinner. Let's pack up and call it a day. Are we going to eat nothing but air tonight or order takeout?"

As he spoke, he casually pulled out the wild reeds stuck in the mud and tossed them upwards.

This lift, the next second!

The limp, broken reed stalk suddenly bent downwards, followed by a piercing whistling sound from the thin plastic thread!

"Splash—!!"

The water, which had been calm all day, was suddenly torn apart by violence. A white spray shot into the sky, and a heavy splashing sound echoed in the empty valley. The noise was terrifying!

The cigarette butt in Lin Liguo's hand fell onto his trouser leg with a thud. Gu Tiancheng's hand, which was about to reel in his fishing rod, froze in mid-air, his eyes almost popping out of his glasses.

A large grass carp, about 70 or 80 centimeters long and thicker than an adult's thigh, was frantically splashing water on the shore! The most outrageous thing was that the broken hook didn't even go into its mouth, but was stuck firmly on the grass carp's thick tail fin!

"Grass...grass carp?!" Lin Liguo exclaimed in shock, his voice cracking on the spot.

"This...this actually works?!" Gu Tiancheng stared in disbelief. "There wasn't even a float. You just threw a meat bun-shaped bait into the two-meter-deep shallows and it actually snagged the fish's tail?!"

Lin Yuan was also pulled forward by the force, but after a few hard moments, he managed to regain his balance and quickly dragged the unfortunate giant ashore. The grass carp frantically flung its eggs on the muddy ground, splashing mud everywhere.

Lin Yuan wiped the water droplets from his face, squatted down next to the fish, took out his phone to take a close-up picture, and looked earnestly at the two petrified humanoid standees: "Dad, Father-in-law, are the fish in this reservoir mentally challenged? They probably think my reed pole is performance art and deliberately swam over to scam me."

The two elderly fathers stared intently at the large grass carp, which weighed at least four and a half pounds, and then looked down at their empty fish baskets, which were cleaner than their faces.

The defenses were breached in an instant.

Silence is the Cambridge of Qinglong Reservoir tonight.

On the way back, the atmosphere inside the carriage dropped to zero degrees.

Lin Liguo sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, eyes downcast, not uttering a word. Gu Tiancheng sat in the back, repeatedly wiping his glasses, his professional fake smile completely frozen on his face.

Inside the trunk, the large grass carp was arrogantly ramming against the plastic bucket, making mocking "thump, thump" sounds.

With each impact, the corners of the two elderly fathers' mouths twitched.

As the car entered the city and was only three blocks away from home, Gu Tiancheng finally cleared his throat and broke the silence: "Ahem... Old Lin."

"Hmm," Lin Liguo replied curtly.

"Given today's outcome, the two women in the house... especially Xiaowan's mother, are such a chatterbox. If they knew we hadn't gotten anything all day, and Xiaoyuan had just casually pulled one up, for the next six months, our status in this family would probably be reduced to the same level as the robot vacuum cleaner."

Lin Liguo's eyelids twitched violently, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down: "Our in-laws' concerns are very strategically forward-thinking."

The two old men's eyes met in the rearview mirror, and in a flash, they reached some kind of shady alliance agreement.

"Xiao Yuan," Gu Tiancheng leaned forward, his tone gentle to the point of being kind, "turn right at the traffic light ahead, and go to the fresh produce section of that Yonghui Supermarket. The seafood there is very fresh."

Lin Yuan gripped the steering wheel, his lips curling into a wide, barely suppressed smile. "Father-in-law, there are still two frozen steaks in the freezer in the main apartment. Surely we don't need to go to the supermarket to buy meat?"

"What meat! Buy fish!" Lin Liguo abruptly turned his head, glaring fiercely at his son, and gritted his teeth as he whispered, "Buy two sea bass! They have to be lively and jumping! And buy two large hairy crabs to make a show of it!"

Lin Yuan feigned hesitation: "But don't we advocate seeking truth from facts? Our Lin family motto..."

"Family rules my ass! If you keep babbling, you won't get a single jar of pickled cabbage next month!" Lin Liguo snapped.

Gu Tiancheng immediately smoothed things over, taking out his phone and transferring money to Lin Yuan: "Two thousand yuan, the rest is for compensation for emotional distress and labor. Remember, when you get inside, keep your mouth shut! Say the bass was caught after a forty-minute struggle in the deep, turbulent waters. I handled the fish, your dad netted it, clear division of labor, a resounding victory, understand?"

Lin Yuan glanced at the payment notification, raised an eyelid, and nodded readily: "All done. Don't worry, you two bosses. As a professional director, helping actors establish their characters is my forte. I guarantee that today's performance will be flawless for the audience."