A wanderer's longing to return home

"Jianming, they're saying hello to us."

Bighead raised both hands and waved nonstop at Lele and Wenwen, but Jianming quickly grabbed him.

"Bighead, they're fake. They're 3D projections. People will laugh at you."

"Jianming, get a grip. This is real."

For once, Bighead argued back against Jianming, then called out loudly to Lele and Wenwen:

"Hello, Lele, Wenwen! My name's Bighead. I'm very happy to meet you too."

"Hello, Uncle Bighead!"

"Goodbye, Uncle Bighead!"

"Jianming, you heard them answer, didn't you? They're not 3D projections at all."

"Th-this... how is this possible?"

"There's nothing impossible about it. The Xia Kingdom's First News never broadcasts fake news, and the Xia Kingdom's technological development has already gone beyond anything we know. Maybe our Treasure Island can go home soon."

"Bighead, do you really want our Treasure Island to return to the Xia Kingdom?"

"Of course. Our roots are in the Xia Kingdom."

"Can someone without roots even count as a person?"

Yes, how could a person have no roots?

Jianming watched Zhang Hongxing's family recede into the distance. For the first time, the thought of returning to the Xia Kingdom, something he had never dared entertain, suddenly took root in his mind.

In fact, it had begun the moment the Xia Kingdom Ministry of Foreign Affairs dared to confront America head-on.

Countless people on Treasure Island had begun to yearn for it.

The Nuclear-Powered Maglev Train that came afterward had only fueled that longing.

"Bighead, do you think we'll get to go home in our lifetime?"

"Of course we will. At the rate the Xia Kingdom is developing, we might all be home in just a few years."

Few people could hear the conversation aboard that little fishing boat, but Zhang Hongxing, who was riding a shark while taking his grandchildren out