My name is Jiang Lin, I have a master's degree in history from Peking University, I am a public account writer, I have 23,000 followers, and I live like a transparent person.
Three days ago I received a text message: "Do you want to see Xiang Yu with your own eyes?"
I thought it was a scam, so I casually replied: "Does food and lodging come included?"
Then, I stood by the Wujiang River.
The fog is heavy and the river is cold. A man covered in blood was about to draw his sword and kill himself. A dark shadow whispered in his ear.
He turned his head and looked straight at me through the two thousand years of fog: "Who are you?"
I was bounced back to the rental house with an extra stone in my hand. The next day, a ninety-year-old white-haired man knocked on my door.
"Your great-grandfather has been waiting for you for seventy years."
He took me into the basement. An entire wall was made of broken stones. Next to each piece was a yellowed piece of paper that read - Forgotten.
My great-grandfather also has one. The note ended with: "Sun Jianglin still has memories."
He succeeded and disappeared. But he is still waiting for me.
This is not a time travel novel. This is the story of a history graduate student who worked as an "after-sales customer service" for the ancients.
Xiang Yu, Yue Fei, Yu Qian, Kublai Khan... I thought they were going to save people. Turns out, I couldn't save anyone. I can only choose one way to die for them.
Then, remember.
"What I'm guarding is not a better ending. It's that person's death that can be remembered by future generations."
I am Jiang Lin. Newcomer No. 3287 Of the History Repair Bureau.
My job is not to make history better. Let those regrets not be in vain.
We remember those who could have been otherwise.
