My eyes were blind, but my hands were still there.
The old tape recorder rang by itself, and the old voice said: "Things... Are in the soil..." My apprentice Li Xiaojun took over my ability, and my daughter Xiaoran restarted the live broadcast.
From Swiss warehouses to London basements, from mantelpieces in Dijon, France to antique shops in Manhattan, New York. The Monkey Head, the Fang Zun, the Warring States Cauldron... The national treasures lost overseas one by one are on their way home in the presence of millions of netizens in the live broadcast room.
He Qichang guarded it for half his life, and Yang Zhongheng guarded it for the second half of his life. I crossed out the names on the account book one by one.
I'm not a hero, I'm just a blind repairman. But I walked the way home for those cultural relics.
