Lan Ruochan

Chapter 15 Extra Trailer—Hucai Pavilion

"Caiting. The river in front of you is Hanshui."

The river flows quietly, with a faint sparkle.

Reflecting the setting sun and tree shadows, some places are red, some are green, and some are pure white. The colors are mottled, obviously carrying many ancient legends.

An old man held a bamboo stick, and the shadow was wiped by the afterglow of the setting sun as a long straight dew, extending to the darkened half dome.

"This is the only westward river that my grandfather has seen in this life, maybe even it misses its homeland.

Grandpa was born in the south of the river, but that is not our hometown. "

The old man's eyes have lost most of the black, and the gray pupils are sparkling with sparks ignited by the setting sun. His eyes are focused on the farther distance beyond the horizon.
"Our hometown is in the south of another wider and more magnificent river.

In the past, when the Zhou people conquered Yue, our people continued to move southward. Our ancestors went out to sea to beg for a living. By chance, they found this outdoor cape.

At that time, to the north of this river was the feudal state of Jizi, a survivor of the Yin people.

In the past, Jizi's Guannei feudal land, Jiguo, was in the north of Korea, so he named the river with Hanshui, and named the Jiangnan tribes with Hanshui.

At that time, the patriarch of our clan was a great mage—Hejushi Panhu Juxigan.

Legend has it that he planted a gourd with magical methods, which produced seven gourd fruits and gave birth to the seven ancestors of the Hu family.

The Seventh Patriarch swept across the south of the Yangtze River, and all the tribes in Han were regarded as the leader of the alliance.

But later, two rising tribes took away the position of alliance leader and compressed us to a corner by the sea. Panhu Kingdom has since become a dispensable and weak tribe.

Later, when the Han army reached the riverside, the river was renamed Hanshui, and the north of the river was divided into four counties.

Our clansmen started their business there..."

"Cough, cough..." The old man seemed to have been talking for a long time, and began to cough violently.

The little girl next to him was very anxious.

She wanted to help her grandpa smooth, but she tried to jump twice, but still couldn't reach grandpa's back, so she could only pull grandpa's clothes obediently,
"Grandpa, grandpa, you've talked too much today, take a break. Caiting doesn't want to listen to stories anymore."

Grandpa stretched out his withered right hand and stroked the girl's head. Although the movements were gentle, the calluses and dead skin that had been lifted would occasionally scratch the girl's delicate scalp under the sparse hair.

The girl didn't resist, and still obediently moved her body closer to her grandfather.

A doting smile appeared on the old man's face, "It doesn't matter, this is the last time Grandpa came to see Han Shui, and maybe, maybe also the last time to tell you a story so seriously.

Talk more, it doesn't matter. "

The girl looked at her grandfather seriously, and suddenly asked,

"Grandpa, you have said so much. What Hanshuinan, Dajiangnan, where is our real home?"

At this time, the little girl still has no way to fully understand the concept of hometown.

But she knows what home is.

She has father, mother, and grandpa who dotes on her the most.

They have always lived in Pingcheng, but grandpa always said that it is not home...

Grandpa's eyes suddenly dimmed, as if he was caught in the pain by this question. After staying for a long time, he finally let out a long sigh, and his voice became hoarse, "Yes, where is home..."

The sun finally set on the river,
The sparkling light all over the river suddenly lost its splendor,
The boundless darkness gathers,

It seems that the chill in the river wind has become a bit stronger.

The little girl was a little scared,
Trying to persuade grandpa, "Grandpa, I'm a little cold, let's go back."

"grandfather?"

"grandfather!"

"Dad~~! Mom~~! Take a look at Grandpa~he, what's wrong with him!"

The girl's voice was almost a roar, breaking the night sky.

She cried and ran to the tent her father had set up at the foot of the mountain.

Behind her, Grandpa's solitary figure could no longer stand up in the night wind, and suddenly collapsed, falling straight towards the surging river below the low cliff.

"Plop",
a soft sound,
The old man's body submerged in the river,

under the night,
I can't even feel the splash of water.

The river flows west silently,

I don't know if it is the heaven's intention to help him answer the last question in this life.

"""Knock on the blackboard time"""

This is a special part of this work.At the end of each chapter, there will be some micro-comments, for some seemingly "unbelievable" settings in the article, and restore the real records in historical documents.

For example, in this chapter we mentioned that the seven gourd babies are all from a certain country.This is undeniably true, right?

In fact, what this paragraph wants to express is that Heju, the legendary founder of the Silla Kingdom, lived in Xigan for generations, and his original surname was Park.The Pu family was the king of Silla for seven generations, followed by the Jin family and the Xi family.Juxigan means witch.Pu's, originally Hu's, ancient Pu Hutong.It is the original legend of the peninsula that the ancestors of the Park family were born from the gourd.Hulu, originally a close relative of gourd.Combining the above is the origin of Qiwa's creation theory.

Perhaps readers will feel that such a stalk is a bit blunt and nonsensical, but this will be a main theme of this work.If you like it, please like and subscribe; if you don't like it, please leave a message and rant, the author is also grateful!
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