In the spring of the first year of Zhongping, I met two men who changed my life in front of a meat stall in Zhuojun. One used tears and ideals, and the other used silence and loyalty to involve me in this magnificent era.
From the market to the battlefield, from commoners to princes. I witnessed the ideal of Taoyuan, experienced the betrayal of Xuzhou, experienced the glory of Jingzhou, and finally ushered in the rainy night of Langzhong.
For more than thirty years, I have watched the hypocrisy and truth in this world with a cold eye, with the frankness of killing a pig. I wrote everything here - the torrent of the times, the glimmer of humanity, and all the laughter, calculations and last resorts we three brothers had under the banner of "Kuang Fu Han Room".
This is not a simple footnote in the history books, this is the last testimony left by a soul of flesh and blood in troubled times.
