Boatman

The old man was lying on the rocking chair, enjoying the summer breeze, looking up at the bright stars with his dim eyes. The six-year-old grandson moved out his own small wooden stool and sat next to the old man, waiting for today's story. "Grandpa, what are you talking about today?" "Today, let me tell you some legends in the world: There's that painting-like white dress with ghostly armor on his face; There is that devil with gray hair who has been searching for her for thousands of years; There is that king who has come for eternity and killed all the golden crows in the world; There are those who are rootless and extremely evil, wandering alone in the world; There is that talisman that connects the heaven and the earth and changes destiny against heaven; There are thousands of years of planning, but it's hard to avoid gray hair; There is someone who is so magnificent that he only wants to hold his son's hand; Those six roots are difficult to purify, and they will eventually fail him... There is another person who has disappeared from the world, but history is full of his traces. Without him, the world would be a different place. The old man pointed to the starry sky: "Legend has it that he is there, on a small boat, watching us alone. " "Grandpa, doesn't this person even have a name? " "No... All records about him have been erased, Even the people he knew had forgotten him...