Fisherman’s Legend: Start with a Dragon Ball chapter 1

Fisherman’s Legend: Start with a Dragon Ball
Chapter 1 Return To The Fishing Village
“Uuuuuu——”
On the pier, a slightly dilapidated iron ferry roared and set sail.
Sitting on the window seat, looking at the blue sky outside the cabin and the endless sea.
Yang Fan’s eyes were quite complicated.
There is nostalgia, sadness, and a hint of unconcealed excitement.
For Yang Fan, although he returns to his hometown fishing village every two years.
But coming back this time, the meaning is obviously different.
Because this time, he won’t leave.
After studying and working in the bustling magic city for six years, Yang Fan was a little tired of the fast-paced life in the big city.
Plus the ‘adventure’ we had a few days ago.
It made him instantly determined to return to his hometown fishing village and live a leisurely life by the sea.
After all, with the existence of that ‘Qiyu’, the small fishing village is undoubtedly more suitable for him to develop than the big magic city!
Looking at the blue sea and sky of my hometown.
Thoughts are flying.
Soon, the ferry arrived at the dock of Longwang Town.
Yang Fan’s hometown is in a small fishing village under Longwang Town.
After getting off the ferry, Yang Fan took a tricycle ride in the town and drove a few kilometers on bumpy mountain roads.
Only then did he finally arrive at his hometown – Big Whale Village!
…
Big Whale Village is built on the mountain.
One side faces the sea and three sides are surrounded by mountains.
The natural scenery is really unparalleled. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, the scenery is picturesque, and it has the most simple and primitive style of a farm and fishing village.
However, because the roads are too remote and underdeveloped, there has been little development.
“call……”
Looking at the small fishing village in front of him where he had lived for more than ten years, Yang Fan took a deep breath.
There is a faint fishy smell in the fresh air.
This smell is extremely familiar.
It instantly reminded Yang Fan of some childhood scenes.
The so-called timidity of being close to home.
After setting foot on his hometown again, Yang Fan still felt quite complicated.
After standing at the entrance of the village for a while, he slowly walked towards his house with his suitcase in hand.
The sun is scorching right now, and during this time in the afternoon, people in the village usually go out to sea to fish.
So I didn’t meet any acquaintances along the way. I saw a few children running around the village. Yang Fan had been away from home for many years and didn’t know whose family they belonged to.
Soon, I came to a three-story small bungalow building.
Compared with most tile-roofed houses and a few scattered two-story buildings in the village, this three-story bungalow is undoubtedly quite impressive.
Not only is it located next to the coast, it is in an excellent location, but it also has a large open space surrounding it as a courtyard.
The whole thing is like a sea view villa manor.
But obviously.
This house has been unoccupied for a long time.
The closed iron gate was rusty, and the courtyard was overgrown with weeds.
A deserted and desolate scene.
And this three-story small bungalow is Yang Fan’s home.
Six years ago, Yang Fan’s parents were caught in a sudden storm while out fishing in the open sea and never returned.
Yang Fan, who had just entered college, could not bear such a blow. He was so depressed that he almost wanted to drop out of college.
But when I think about the thing that my parents were most proud of during their lifetime, their son was admitted to a prestigious university.
Yang Fan finally endured his grief and completed his studies.
In the past six years, although Yang Fan has returned to his hometown several times to pay homage to his parents on their death anniversary, he always left on the same day every time.
So this house has not been lived in for six years.
Time takes away everything, including grief.
Six years have passed, and Yang Fan has long since emerged from the darkest moment of his parents’ accidental death.
“Dad, Mom, I’m home…”
Yang Fan stood at the door and murmured, then took out a bunch of keys from his bag and unlocked the big iron door.
Just about to open the door and walk in.
But at this time.
There was a sudden rustling sound in the weeds as tall as a man in the courtyard.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a skinny old yellow dog limping out.
“Woof! Woof! Woof!”
Although the old yellow dog could no longer stand still, it still roared at Yang Fan aggressively, with a fierce attitude that it would pounce on Yang Fan if he dared to enter the door.
“rhubarb?”
Seeing this old yellow dog, Yang Fan instantly became excited.
This old yellow dog was raised by a puppy he picked up from a neighbor’s house when he was ten years old. It can be said to be his closest childhood playmate.
Now, the old man is over fifteen years old and is already very old!
Seeing the old yellow dog like this, Yang Fan felt a sore nose and hurriedly took two steps forward and squatted next to the old yellow dog.
The old yellow dog’s eyes were so dim that he didn’t recognize Yang Fan at first.
Yang Fan almost exploded when he got close to it.
But then, the extremely familiar smell of Yang Fan was immediately recognized by Dahuang.
This is the master that I have been waiting for!
“Woof woof woof!”
After recognizing its owner, the old yellow dog jumped into Yang Fan’s arms and rubbed him affectionately, looking extremely excited.
Dahuang and Yang Fan had a deep relationship. Before Yang Fan left the fishing village, he gave it to the best friend in the same village.
But Dahuang still likes to get into the courtyard of Yang Fan’s house every day, waiting hard for his master to come home.
Touching the old yellow dog’s skinny body, Yang Fan burst into tears.
When Dahuang was young, he was the most majestic male dog in the village, but now he has become such a weak look.
“Dahuang, I’m sorry! I’m back and I won’t leave again!”
Yang Fan stroked Dahuang’s dull grass-like hair, murmuring in a low voice with red eyes.
I saw that my old friend Dahuang was still waiting for his return after six years.
Yang Fan was really moved and felt extremely guilty.
At this moment, he remembered “The Story of Hachiko, the Faithful Dog”.
The Akita dog in the movie waited for his owner until he died of old age…
“Woof woof woof!”
As if he understood Yang Fan’s words, Da Huang was very excited and circled around Yang Fan’s legs.
Yang Fan smiled and touched his head, and then suddenly thought of something.
“By the way, I wonder if the gold drops refined from the ‘Dragon Ball’ can improve Rhubarb’s body?”