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

The river flowed quietly, glowing faintly.

Reflecting the remnant sun, the shadows of the trees, a few red, a few green, a few are simply bright white, and the colors are mottled, obviously carrying many ancient legends.

An old man held a bamboo cane in his hand, and his shadow was wiped into a long straight dew by the afterglow of the setting sun, extending to the dark half-dome.

"This is the only river that Grandpa has ever seen in his life to the west, and maybe even he misses his homeland.

My grandfather was born to the south of the river, but this is not our hometown. ”

The old man's eyes had faded most of their blackness, and the gray pupils flickered with sparks ignited by the setting sun, and his gaze was focused on the distance beyond the horizon.

"Our hometown is south of another, more expansive river.

In the past, the Zhou people cut down and crossed, our people continued to move south, and our ancestors went out to the sea to beg for a living, and they were lucky enough to find this outdoor cape.

At that time, the north of this river was the feudal state of the Yin people's widowed Jizi.

The former Kannai fiefdom of Keiko was in the north of Korea, so he named this river with Han Shui and Jiangnan Zhubu after Han Land.

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

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

The Seven Ancestors swept across the south of the Yangtze River, and all the Korean tribes were regarded as the leaders of the alliance.

But then two rising tribes took the position of the leader of the alliance and compressed us to a corner of the sea, and the country of Pangu became a dispensable and weak tribe.

Later, the Han army hit the riverside, renamed the river Hanshui, and the north of the river was divided into four counties, and the south of the Yangtze River was called the land of Zhenfan, and the outpost was symbolically set up to trade villages.

That's where our people began to do business......"

"Ahem, ahem......" The old man began to cough violently, as if he had been talking for a long time.

The little girl next to her was very anxious.

She wanted to help her grandfather smooth out, but she tried to jump twice, but she still couldn't reach her grandfather's back, so she could only obediently pull her grandfather's clothes and feet.

"Grandpa, grandpa, you've talked too much today, take a break. Caiting didn't want to hear the story anymore. ”

Grandpa stretched out his withered right hand and stroked the girl's head, although the movements were gentle, but the calluses and dead skin still occasionally scratched the girl's delicate scalp under the sparse hair.

The girl did not resist, but still leaned closer to her grandfather in obedience.

A doting smile appeared on the old man's face, "Don't worry, this is the last time Grandpa will come to see Han Shui, and maybe, maybe it will be the last time he will tell you a story so seriously."

Talk more, don't worry. ”

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

"Grandpa, you've said so much. What Han Shuinan, Dajiangnan, where is our real home? ”

At this time, the little girl did not have the ability to fully understand the concept of hometown.

But she knows what home is.

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

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

Grandpa's eyes suddenly dimmed, as if he was hooked to the sore spot by this question, and stayed for a long time, and finally sighed, and his voice became much hoarse, "Yes, where is ......home?"

The sun has finally set on the river,

The sparkle of the river suddenly lost its brilliance,

Boundless darkness gathers,

It seems that the chill in the river breeze is also a little thicker.

The little girl was a little scared,

Tentatively persuaded grandpa, "Grandpa, I'm a little cold, let's go back." ”

"Grandpa?"

"Grandpa!"

"Dad~~! Mom~~! Look at grandpa~ He, what's wrong with him! ”

The girl's voice was almost a roar, shattering the nightshade.

She cried and ran to her father's tent at the foot of the mountain.

Behind her, her grandfather's lonely figure could no longer stand in the night wind, and suddenly he fell limped and fell straight down the surging river under the low cliff.

"Puff",

With a soft sound,

The old man's body sank into the river,

At night,

I can't even feel the splash.

The river silently goes west,

I don't know if the sky is intentional, helping him answer the last question in this life.

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

For example, in this chapter we mentioned that the seven gourd babies are all from a certain country. That's the truth, there's no need to question it, right?

Actually, what this paragraph wants to express is that the legendary founder of the Silla Kingdom, Hyuk Se, lives in Segan, and his real surname is Park. The Park family was the king of Silla for seven generations, followed by the Kim family, and the Xi family. Jusikan means sorcerer. Park's, originally the gourd's, is simple and gourd. The birth of the ancestors of the Park family is the original legend of the peninsula. The gourd is a close relative of the gourd. Combining the above, this is the origin of the creation theory of the seven babies.

Readers may find such a stalk a bit blunt and nonsensical, but this will be a major tone of the work. If you like, please like and subscribe; If you don't like it, please leave a message, and the author also thanks!