[I hope this book can find friends who are also descendants of the guardians of mountains and seas]
The night my grandma left, my mother saw her in Xinjiang, thousands of miles away.
See her eyes closed. Seeing her soul leave her body. I saw someone coming to pick her up.
My name is Xiaohu, and I am the only grandson among my grandmother's five grandchildren. I have known since I was a child that my mother would have a very strange dream - dreaming about a cyan dragon, dreaming about the silver sea, and dreaming about the purple sky. Every time she woke up, she felt like she had just come back from a long swim far away.
Grandma never explains. She just asked her mother to endure it, to accept it, and to treat her as an ordinary person.
Until I opened the mahogany box.
Inside are grandma's diary, hand-drawn pictures of strange animals, and a book that records sixty years of secrets. Only then did I realize that my grandma was not an ordinary old rural lady. She is the guardian of the mountains and seas, the "person who locks the mountains", and the last line of defense to seal away strange beasts and protect the balance between the two worlds.
And the mother, since she was still in her belly, has been sealed into the hub of the world of mountains and seas.
Now, I want to record it all.
Because grandma said: Let those who should know know, and let those who should forget forget. And I am the recorder.
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"My grandmother is a big boss. She carried my mother, guarded mountains and seas, and protected the world. But I can only dream about work reports-but that's enough. Ordinaryness is also a kind of happiness."
