The kid already caught a fish!
He even used a makeshift fishing rod made from bamboo on the spot, and his float was made of reeds.
Yet here I am, using a specially made top-grade fishing rod…
Talk about frustrating.
It felt like he was being stabbed in the heart with a thousand needles, it hurt so much that he even began to question his life choices.
What have I been doing all these days?
And in the end, am I even worse off than a kid?
Looking at the bent bamboo rod, Fang Hao saw Brother Zhang, another angler, straining to pull the fishing line for the boy.
It was clear they had caught a fish.
From the looks of it, this wasn't a small fish; it probably weighed several pounds.
They really landed a catch.
Turning to look at his own still float, Fang Hao felt deeply wounded.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
A triple hit, completely baffled.
…
"Wow, I caught a fish."
"Daddy, keep going!"
"Grab the fish, grab the fish."
The little boy danced excitedly around.