Zhuge Liang looked up at the stars for the last time at Wuzhangyuan, recalling his "dedicated and dedicated life" and brooding over Liu Bei's "temptation when he was an orphan." After closing my eyes and then opening them again, I was back to the age of 27, in a thatched cottage in Wollongong. A boy's voice came from the window: "Sir, Uncle Liu Huang is here again, this is the third time." Zhuge Liang looked at the young reflection in the basin, his feather fan shook slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "In this life, I want to play a big game of chess for myself." Inner OS: "Liu Xuande, Liu Xuande, I have already watched the entire series of your acting skills."
"In my last life, I lit up other people's lives. In this life, it's time to light up a prairie fire for myself."
