C2 Village Dream Was like an Arrow with a Heavy Load

It was a sultry evening, and the young Wang Nanyuan suddenly felt like she was walking by a river that was as beautiful as an immortal and independent from the rest of the world.

Her gaze passed through the wide and flat surface of the river, and the distant mountains were like Mayuzumi. The clouds were like a tide. The setting sun shone with golden light from the horizon, and the majestic mountain rocks were reflected in the clear water like masts. The old farmer holed the cattle with a hoe. He was leisurely humming a tune. Smoke curled up in the air above the ancient village on the other side. It was a scene full of poetic and artistic pastoral scenery. He withdrew his gaze a little. The pine trees by the beach were green and the vines were thick. Occasionally, egrets would pass by the river surface and stop in the beach forest. They would be blown by the east wind to the side by the stream of radish trees. Then, he narrowed his eyes a little. He focused on the clear and bottomless river surface in front of him. He saw a bamboo raft flowing to the west. He leisurely entered Wang Nanyuan's field of vision.

For some reason, Wang Nanyuan's heart shook. He tried his best to see who was sitting on the raft, because his heart was beating fast for some reason. And it was getting faster and faster, and in a trance. . . He seemed to think that the person on the raft must have something to do with him. Before he could figure it out, the sky suddenly turned dark. The originally calm surface of the river suddenly surged with waves, and the river water rolled faster and faster. The bamboo raft followed the flow of the river, moving faster and faster. Wang Nanyuan started to walk. He ran along the river with the bamboo raft. He seemed to have seen it clearly. At the top of the bamboo raft, there was a man with a pole supporting his body. He was sitting on a bamboo chair in the middle of the bamboo raft. Sitting on the chair was a beautiful woman with a delicate baby in her arms. The waves were getting more and more violent. The bamboo raft was like an arrow that left the bow as it rushed down along with the flow of the water. Suddenly, the dark clouds rolled and the heavy rain arrived. The woman on the raft tightly wrapped the child in her arms. Wang Nanyuan's body tightened. He was no longer the twenty year old young man who was running with the raft on the shore. He was clearly the child in the woman's arms! He stuck close to his mother's chest. His mother's heart thumped wildly, and his father was still struggling to hold the bamboo pole in the wind and rain on the raft. Fighting with the wind and waves!

The baby Wang Nanyuan struggled to stretch out half of his head from his mother's arms. He saw that the two sides of the river were no longer the peaceful beach forest and flat land. Instead, it was a cliff that was full of rocks and stones, as if it was going to smash into the bamboo raft in the middle of the river that was raging in the storm. As expected, The bamboo raft, which had lost control of itself, circled in the vortex and crashed into a tall reef in the middle of the river. It was dismembered instantly and fell apart. The baby Wang Nanyuan stretched out her tender hands to the sky. Her father and mother were washed away by the surging river water without leaving a trace. Only the miserable cries of the baby Wang Nanyuan were left in the dark. Dad, mom. . .

"Dad, dad, mom, mom. . . " Wang Nanyuan was woken up by himself. It turned out that. . . He had just had a nightmare! He sat up and reached out to touch his forehead. His head was covered in cold sweat! Wang Nanyuan stood up from the bed and walked to the window. He stretched out his hand and pushed it. Sunlight suddenly entered his arms. This was a rare good weather in London in early spring. He gazed into the distance. On the other side of the river, the "London Eyes" of the Belanus District glistened under his gaze. The waters of the River of the Times were sparkling. At this moment, Big Ben, who was only one street away from the Westmont Palace, rang the bell. Wang Nanyuan's thoughts were in chaos. He did not have the mood to count how many times Big Ben rang. While he was in a daze, the female caregiver, Ruth, ran upstairs. With a rather impure London accent, she hurriedly said, "Mr. Wang, hurry up. Your father is out of breath. Hurry up and go downstairs!"

Wang Nanyuan jumped down the stairs and knelt in front of her father's bed. Her father's face was pale, but his lips were black. "Ruth. Quick, quick, save the heart!" "Sir, I've already fed it to the old man. " "Then why haven't you invited your father's personal doctor?" Wang Nanyuan stood up abruptly and went to look for the phone. He did not expect his father to hold his hand. It was so powerful. Wang Nanyuan was shocked. Where did his father, who was on the brink of death, get his strength now? He turned around and his father was still holding his hand. However, his expression was calm as he smiled at him. He exhaled and said, "Nan Nan, there's no need. Sit down. I have something to say to you!" Wang Nanyuan wanted to pull his hand out. However, his father still held his hand firmly and did not show any signs of relaxing. Wang Nanyuan had no choice but to obediently sit on his father's bed.

His father gestured for her to leave. When she came to her father's door, his father took out a dark but exquisitely carved box from under the blanket and gave it to Wang Nanyuan. He asked Wang Nanyuan to open it. Inside the box was a yellowed photo, a picture of many ancient China porcelain caves. There was also a blunt knife the size of a goose egg that looked like a flower petal. Wang Nanyuan looked at her father with a puzzled expression. His father took a breath and said, "The three people in this photo are the three of you. They were taken when you were your age. This picture depicted the various locations of your Wang family's residences in the Nanxi Mountains in the south of the Wu River in the south of China. This blunt saber is called 'Broken Blade'. There are a total of five of them, with the exception of this one. The other four blades are all in the country. Five blades combined to form a lotus flower. They were the keys to the secret box that I often mentioned to you about the Treasure Map of the Ou (Yang). As you know, the 'Map of the Ou' has been hidden in London for more than 60 years. You also know its direction. However, you are the only one who has found the original copy of the O Treasure Map in the country. The combination of the Yin and Yang treasures, I believe. . . The descendants of the kind-hearted Father Lian Huashi will fulfill their promise. When that time comes. . . Our Da Wu River's thousand year old craftsmanship treasure will be able to recover. With so many of the past generation's top craftsman treasures brought abroad, we will be able to return to our motherland. The homeland of the Da Wu River Nanxi. . . Cough, cough, cough, if I can fulfill the long-cherished wish of these three generations in your hands. . . I will not fail my mission, I will die without regrets!"

Wang Nanyuan saw two clear tears roll down from the corners of her father's (or more accurately, her step-father) eyes. His eyes were not only red, but also red. He reached out to wipe away his father's tears, and his father held his hand. He continued, "Nan Nan, it's now. I don't have much time left. I know that in this life, no matter how much I love you, I don't care. But I know that I can't ask for your forgiveness. Take a closer look at the photo. That heroic man is your biological father. He didn't die. He is still alive. . . " Wang Nanyuan trembled when he heard that. He immediately let go of his step-father's hand. He turned his back and his step-father did not stop. He continued, "Yes, I lied to you. Lied to your mother, because I really love your mother too much, And I truly love your mother's child, and that is you. What right does a dying person have to beg for forgiveness? However, I do not dare to let down Master Ou's entrustment for a thousand years. This burden is really too heavy! I have not taken it off my shoulders in this lifetime. Now, I can't do it anymore. I want to hand it over to your shoulders. For the quintessence of China's Ou Yue, you must take it over and pick it up!"

Wang Nanyuan turned around and wiped away her hot tears. She nodded at her step-father. Her step-father said, "Listen carefully. Your father's name is Wang Qingtan. He's still alive. He has been living in the country, but it is said that his spirit is no longer completely normal. He has the only clue to find the 'Treasure Map of the Crow' (Yangben). Seeing that the 70-year agreement between us and the Linhua Priest is about to expire, You must immediately set off to return to the country and find your birth father. Finding the 'Yang Ben', not only will you father and son be able to reunite, but you will also be able to find the 'Yang Ben'. We, the great thousand year treasure of our work, will also be able to return to our homeland and revitalize our lives. Wang Nanyuan, This is not a dispute between you and me, nor is it a grudge between us, the people of our Wu and the English missionaries. It is a race, a legend of the world, it is a gift from fate. You have no choice, you must shoulder this heavy burden. . . Cough, cough, cough, cough. Other than that, I have no other request after my death, I hope to be buried next to Brighton's mother's seaside cemetery, facing the sea. Then I can hear the sound of the waves from my hometown. "

The day he was buried by his stepdad was drizzling, and Brighton, who was by the sea, was unusually humid and cold. Walking on the strange cobblestone beach by the Brighton Sea, Wang Nanyuan gazed at the sea. The sound of the waves rolled his mind like a tide. At this moment, his heart was incomparably firm. Tomorrow, he would shoulder such a heavy burden. He would fly back to China and embark on his extraordinary path of treasure hunting. That familiar and unfamiliar home. . . That magical and magnificent homeland, what would await him. . .