Once I traveled through time, I became Su Che.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the young man with a smile as bright as the moon - Su Shi, my brother.
In the history books, he is an eternal literary giant, open-minded and transparent.
But only I know how much hardship and grievance lie behind those poems that have been passed down through the ages.
Wutai Poetry Case, Huangzhou was demoted, and he was wandering in the wind and rain.
In this life, as a younger brother, I will stay by his side.
Watch him write "The Great Jiangdong" and listen to him sigh that he will live his whole life in misty rain.
There is no struggle for hegemony, no plotting, only the truest brotherhood and the warmest world of the Song Dynasty.
I am Su Che, and I accompany my brother through this life.
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