"Whoa...... Whoop ......"

In the darkness, the sound of the waves sounded.

Then there was the sound of snapping footsteps.

The faint sound of music sounded, and the picture slowly lit up.

Gu Xiaobai's singing voice sounded softly:

"Stepped on the coast

Two lines of footprints

The ship's side was held out

The pattern of the palm ......"

On the shore, a boy was stumbling and running, and in front of him was a white-haired old man walking forward with his hands in his hands.

"Grandpa, grandpa, wait for me!"

The old man, who was walking with his hands in front of him, stopped and turned his head, then reached out and took the boy's hand.

In the distance, a sailing ship is under construction.

An old man and a young man, holding hands, walked side by side, the sailboat slowly took shape, and then the second and third, the little boy was also slowly growing up, and the old man's hair became whiter and whiter.

"What it is

Roasted bent keel

Put up the sail curtain

What is it

The waves were blowing

Shook the oars ......"

The little boy sat under the boat, looking up at the craftsmen busy, and a large old hand reached out, holding a small wooden sailboat in the palm of his hand.

The boy held it like a treasure, and then smiled at the old man.

In the blink of an eye, three sailing ships are offshore, the sails agitated, and the oars shake......

On the side of the middle boat, the old man looked at the shore with a nostalgic expression, while beside him, the boy, looked into the distance with curiosity and excitement.

The boy turned his head and looked at the old man, but saw that there were tears in the old man's eyes.

"Grandpa, why are you crying?"

The old man just shook his head, and then bowed deeply in the direction of the land.

The boy looked back in confusion and looked farther and farther away at the land.

Then, he turned his head away and looked at the other side.

One old and one young, looking in different directions.

In the living room of the Jiang family, Jiang Duoduo suddenly felt like tears.

Although there are no lines, the picture here is very clear.

The boy, he didn't know what was going on.

He also didn't understand the old man's attachment to his homeland.

Why did he have to travel far away?

He's so old, can he come back?

What about his relatives, his friends? Will he be missed?

In the eyes of the old man, it is all nostalgia for his homeland, but in the eyes of the boy, there is only a yearning for the future and the distance.

As night fell, the sky was pitch black, only a little starlight twinkled, and the old man raised his hand and raised his finger to the southern sky.

"You always ask

Why me

And raise five fingers

Look

Keep your head up

Pull a ray of starlight

Holding hands

Take you across the ocean......"

When he saw this picture, Jiang Duoduo finally understood why this song was called Leading!

Draw the stars!

Astrology!

In ancient China, it was with this technology that they positioned themselves on the sea and ensured that they would not get lost in the sea!

By this time, the main song had ended, and soft music sounded.

The shot becomes a close-up of the old man.

The wrinkles on his face were as clear as those carved by a knife, like the rings of a tree.

He raised his hand, put his hands together, shook his snow-white eyebrows, and muttered: "The Seven Fingers of the Vega Star in the East ......"

Beside him, the boy raised his two hands in the same way: "Vega in the East...... Eight fingers and a half flat water!"

He turned around: "Northwest Busi Star, Eight Fingers Flat Water ......"

The boy also turned around: "Northwest Busstar, Nine-Fingered Flat Water ......"

The old man turned around again and faced the north: "Beichen Star Ten Fingers Flat Water ......"

The boy raised his hand, then his eyes widened suddenly, and he cried out, "Grandpa, I don't have enough fingers!

The old man turned, bowed his head, put one of his little fingers, and placed it above the child's tender palm.

The old man's rough palm and the child's immature little hand are juxtaposed together, creating a strong contrast.

"North...... Beichen Star Eleven Fingers Flat Water!"

The old man smiled and lovingly touched the boy's head.

Then he stretched out his hand and pointed to the south: "Continue south!"

"To the south!" the boy did the same.

The old man, on the other hand, turned around and looked to the north.

A faint flute sounded, like a nostalgia that could not be blown away, lingering in my heart.

Gu Xiaobai's singing voice resumed.

"Miss yes

Non-stop waves

Flooded into

Old days

Stars hang

Pitch black sky

Who's that

Tearful eyes......"

The melody of slow and continuous modulation injects sorrow into everyone's chest.

The old man stared at the North Star in the sky, then closed his eyes.

Only the faint sound of the flute and the lonely singing.

Echoing in your ears.

The journey was not smooth, they had encountered wind and waves, felt hunger, and were once trapped on a desperate island by the windless sea.

But they never stopped, all the way south.

Every night, he looked up, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the stars in the sky.

The light and shadow changed, the old man's beard grew, his eyebrows grew, his wrinkles increased, his hair became whiter, and the children around him grew taller.

They are getting closer and closer to their destination.

But just then, the storm came!

The angry waves set off the earth-shattering waves, throwing up and dropping the boats, and the boats leaked, and everyone tried desperately to plug the leaks, but they were unable to return to the sky.

The old man steered the helm and ordered everyone to try to escape. A boatman held the boy in his arms, grabbed the rope thrown by another boat, swam desperately to the other boat, and then turned back, only to see that the boat behind him was about to capsize.

"Grandpa!" cried the boy, "come here!"

The old man shook his head slowly.

The distance between the two ships is already too far.

He raised his head, looked at the dark sky, and shouted to the boy, "Xing'er, the next road is up to you to lead." ”

"Grandpa can't accompany you forward, remember what grandpa taught you, remember grandpa's mission!"

"Remember, you take Zhong as your surname, Ma as your clan, and never forget who you are, whose blood you have in your body, and where is your hometown......"

"Xing'er, you memorize what your grandfather taught you!"

The old man stood on the deck and listened to the boy's voice in the distance:

"Oriental Vega, Eight Fingers Flat Water ......"

"Northern North Star, Six-Fingered and Half-Flat Water ......"

"Southern Lantern Bone Star, Nine-Fingered Half-Flat Water ......"

The voice faded away and became inaudible, but the boy was still looking into the distance, shouting hoarsely.

The old man smiled with satisfaction, changed into a plain dress, and stood alone on the deck.

The ship capsized, and the water went over the deck, down his ankles.

Dressed in plain clothes, he drank a cup of cloudy wine in one gulp, then scooped another bowl of cloudy wine, sprinkled it on the northern sea, and then muttered.

No one knows, at this moment, what he is saying is:

"Childe, I wish you a prosperous future...... Chen Zhongtu, don't say goodbye. ”

Gu Xiaobai's singing voice resumed:

"So I

Turn and look away

Weaver Girl

Weave a plain dress

Pull Beidou

Scoop up the sacrificial wine

Hold the lamp bone

Send you to a distant ......"

Astrology!

"Pulling the Stars"!