"Brother, Shipozi is straight ahead, right?"
Ren Kuangshan was leisurely riding a mountain motorcycle and greeted two fellow riders he encountered on the road with enthusiasm.
He felt as if he was almost emerging from the gloom of cancer. Of course, the cancer was still there, and his days were numbered, but he felt a bit more at peace.
Meeting a fellow rider in the remote mountain areas made the two approaching him quite happy as well. They stopped their bikes to seriously point the way, then looked at the gear on the back of Ren Kuangshan's motorcycle, and said in admiration, "Are you planning to sleep outside? That's impressive, are you fishing?"
"Fishing, but I didn't bring the gear this time, no space on the motorcycle." In fact, Ren Kuangshan had brought a fishing line and float but no rod. His plan was, if things got too tense outside, he'd hide in the mountains for a while before coming out, maybe even relying on fishing for some food.
