Legend has it that there is a river in this world called the Wangchuan River. There are ferrymen on the river punting boats to carry people who want to cross the river to the other side. The surroundings are extremely quiet. You can only hear the sound of the oars moving the river water. Occasionally, you can also hear the ferrymen singing on the boat. The song is ethereal and distant, often passing through layers of mist and reaching the world of the living...
He closed his eyes and heard the sound of gurgling water beside his ears. His consciousness gradually woke up, like a white hand pushing aside layers of gauze. He saw everything behind the blur, and watched the past emerge in his mind like flowing water like a bystander. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw a woman in red punting a boat on the river against the chaotic background. She was neither sad nor happy, and she was cutting the river with a pole in her hand. She stopped at the river bank and asked me something. Her tone showed no emotion, and her voice lingered over the river.
"The ferry?"