At night, I hid branches and boats, lurking on a bushy bank, watching the river.

Luo Qiaoqiao guessed correctly. At about eight o'clock in the evening, a boat came.

It was a simple fishing boat, visited by more than a dozen candles, and looked quite bright on the dark river. Two people were standing on the bed, but they had masks on their faces, which made me invisible.

The fishing boat stopped when it reached the top of the children, and I noticed that the two men seemed nervous because they often walked back and forth. It's a habit of thinking, and many people with a short temper think back...