Notes on Retrieving Corpses

People along the Yellow River are afraid of the corpse fishermen, saying that we have bad luck and avoid them. I am Lin Yan, the last descendant of a family that fished corpses from the Yellow River. I hold in my hand the "Notes on Fishing for Corpses" left by my grandfather - it is not a magical secret book, it is just an ordinary notebook filled with experience in fishing for corpses and hiding my grandfather's fear and struggle. I tried my best to get admitted to the hydrology major and wanted to get rid of this career, but fate played a trick on me, and I finally returned to the Yellow River, driving an old boat to salvage those who had lost their feet, been killed, or committed suicide in the wind and waves. I have seen the collapsed family members, the conspiracy hidden behind the floating corpse, the perseverance of the old man guarding the river, and I have also gradually uncovered the mystery of my grandfather's disappearance ten years ago. Every stroke in that notebook is the storm of the Yellow River, the joys and sorrows of the world, and the secret that grandpa guarded with his life. Retrieving corpses is not about making a living, it is about sending the deceased home; the notes are not a secret book, but a reverence engraved in the bones. I guard this Yellow River; I search for the unspoken truths.