The full moon stirs the waves of the sea to spread along the edge of the land, its sands buried the traces of the stories of many travelers, and its sun bid farewell to their alienated misguidance, this land told and still tells their wonderful stories , Beginning with that simple fisherman, who used to lie on his traveling boat all day long, Then he stretched his net and counted the fish, at the end of the day, but this night was not like any other...
The fisherman pulls his net out of the sea, so that his smile widens with joy when he receives a huge fish, which supports him and his family for months, despite the scars on his palms as a result of the friction of the net threads, and the darkening of his skin from the sun's rays. Confusion mixed with caution captured his features due to the structure of his booty, which resembled a human body, which immobilized his limbs from approaching and revealing its identity...
But a slight vibration from that thing threw the fisherman out of the boat in fright...
*** Wake up ****
He wakes up screaming from the nightmares of his trip, only to be surprised by a large crowd watching the movements of the obese young man, whose face is covered in bruises and wounds. It took minutes for his eyes to examine the walls of the room in which he lays, as well as its few contents. Finally, he stops at miserable faces exhausted by life from the daily burdens of hunting and farming. He continued to stare at them and so did they, until his stiff lips moved in one sentence...
" where am I? "
The fisherman who saved him from drowning at the bottom answers...
"You are in the seaside village of Huan, have you lost your mind?"
The young man smiled weakly from the illiterate response, commenting...
"I'll be lucky if I lose my memory huh..."
Then he interrupted his muttering, recalling a very important matter. He fanatically turned the pillow and the bed under him.
** Where is my bag? where is she ?? Damn someone answer me...
An elderly old woman answers him. She brought a hot iron pot, placed it on one side, and then pressed his hand reassuringly.
"Your things are safe. Don't worry. Come on, have some oyster soup. You'll recover quickly. You were frozen like a corpse last night. If we hadn't put those blankets on you, you wouldn't have woken up."
He stared at the heavy blankets at his feet in astonishment...
"That's why I felt difficult to breathe, I almost died of suffocation."
He raised his cracked head to the lady...
"Where is my bag?"
She rose to a wooden box at the corner, while the guesswork completely robbed him of his thoughts. His eyes blinked trying to remember the last thing she saw, but the headache refused to leave the back of his neck. He turned to the men sitting around him:
"During my absence...did the greatest bell rung?"
His question made them more surprised, who was he? Where was? And what bell is he asking? .. Their inability to answer him caused him heartbreak and regret
"So no one survived... except me."
The old woman brought a canvas backpack with a tight drawstring. The survivor pulled the bag from her hand to his chest with fear, and after he was sure that all of his belongings were safe, he took out a shiny stone the size of the palm of his hand.
"Which of you pulled me out of the sea?" The fisherman hesitantly raised his hand
"Your saving me cannot be returned. I may not have gold now, but this piece is my most precious thing. Take it..."
The fisherman received it stunned amidst the men whispering about its price, while the boy tugged at the bag and was about to leave.
"Grateful for your hospitality… May I have one last request?"
The old woman laughed
"Haha, we may not have the best food and clothes, but we, as residents of a coastal village, are a front for hospitality, it is our pleasure to serve you, sir..."
"I need a horse... I have to get to the clouds before sunset..."
The boy rode the horse with difficulty, pulling on the reins tightly, despite his body full of salt water and broken features. He smiled courtesy farewell, but a cheer from afar drew
his attention back. Who could recognize him? And calling his name? ...
The horse kept shivering, waiting for a skinny young man with a yellowish face to appear, his condition was no different from the rest... except for the joviality with which he greeted him... On the contrary, misery took the place of the fake smile of the survivor... as if mountains of grief had shattered his shoulder bones... He was exchanging pitying and lethargic looks on the boy about what happened and will happen... A pile of unpleasant feelings inside him, which he swallowed all the way back alone... until this little boy appeared... who pushed him to get off the horse and embrace him with a deep gasp... and because Tears destroyed the prestige of men at that time... He preferred to hold his pain silently inside his chest.
The boy eagerly asks him: "Why did you come back alone? Where are the rest? Where is Heechan?"
You patted the other helplessly on the shoulder. He is convinced that his answers, despite their importance, are useless and will not make anyone happy.
He kept asking more: "Master Jianhao. Answer me. Have you reached the Land of Miracles? Found the treasures?"
Jian Hu took two steps away from him to take out the bag. A gray cloth, its shrinking between his wrinkled palms, tells a lot about the extent of her suffering until she reached this village.
"This is from your brother…he asked me to hand it over to you and…"
He inhaled deeply and exhaled a sour sentence: "And he apologizes that he will not return as he promised you… Sorry, Hitchin."
Jian Hao's horse neighs, continuing its arduous march, leaving the little boy wailing over the conclusion of his entire family...
...follows ...