A Promise for a Thousand Years, Five Feet Away

He lived for nine hundred years, met Guan Zhong, sent Zhang Liang off, and stood for three days and three nights in the fire of Xiang Yu burning Xianyang. He thought he would never care about anyone again in this life - until that day, he saw a young man waving a fan outside his thatched cottage. Zhuge Liang. At the age of twenty-seven, I had not yet become prime minister, had not yet written out my teacher's list, and had not yet handed him the fan on the autumn night in Wuzhangyuan. At that time, he only knew that this person, he wanted to see how far he could go. So he followed from Longzhong to Chibi, from Yiling to Baidi City, and stood outside the tent in Wuzhangyuan all night. At dawn, I had two more fans in my hand.