Fishing in Huangquan

My grandfather was one of the last secret keepers of the "River Keepers Association". He had been here, holding something down with a fishing rod for ninety years. And now, it's coming out. They said I should run away. But the fisherman's rule is: once you bite the hook, you can't let go of the rod. So I picked up the Zhenchuan pole left by my grandfather and started fishing for things that I shouldn't catch—— July 15th, full moon night. On the peony stage of the abandoned theater, I threw the last rod. What I'm trying to catch with this rod is not resentful spirits or curses. But that period that no one dares to face—— The truth.