The Side of Guixu

When he was nine years old, Lin Yuan picked up a black fragment in a dry well. The fragments melted into the palm of his hand, and he no longer suffered from insomnia - because every night he could dream of a dark sea with a burning ship on the sea. There were people on the ship who kept reaching out into the distance, but nothing could be reached. Twelve years later, senior year of high school. Yuping Mountain is bright. The night watchman sealed the mountain, saying that the remains of a whole god were buried underneath. The twelve-year-old lines on the palm of Lin Yuan's right hand began to feel hot. The dark river in my body that had never woken up finally rose.