"Chirp, chirp, Left General, Left General!"
"Chirp, chirp..."
The Sha River was murky, the water's ripples distant and deep, two catfish with long whiskers drifted, their bellies skimming the riverbed, tails swaying as they swam beneath a small boat, the bubbles they expelled slowly rising to the surface.
"No, buddy, what are those two people up there doing? Not fishing, and early in the morning they're here splashing water, shouting for half a day, making such a racket, isn't that annoying to fish? Do they have water on the brain? Left General, where around us is there a Left General? Is there even such a name?"
"I don't know, wait a second, maybe it's some kind of ritual? I heard the human race would honor their ancestors, throw things into the river, if someone died in the family, parents and children have to kneel in front crying for a long time, calling the names of their parents. Maybe his dad's name is Left General."
