I am the boy from the fishing village who pointed to the rocks and said, "There are official kilns of the Northern Song Dynasty below."
He is also the seakeeper who cuts open the seaweed, puts together the broken scrolls, and holds up the crack under the sea.
Fang Yuanhang had been checking up on my grandfather for 30 years and asked me: "You've done it eight times. How many times do you think you can do it?"
I don't know.
But I know that the person who failed the eighth time was my grandfather.
And I still hold half a volume of Hai Jing in my hand.
