Lin Wanrong, a graduate student in the Department of History, woke up and became a poor framer in Bianjing City in the late Northern Song Dynasty.
This was the fourth year of Zhenghe, and there were still twelve years before the Jingkang Incident and the destruction of Bianjing. The Kingdom of Jin is rising in the north, Hua Shi Gang is wreaking havoc in the south of the Yangtze River, and the city of Bianjing where he is located, which is "the most magnificent in the world", is on the road to ruins.
He has no golden fingers, no system, cannot dominate the world, and cannot turn the tide. All he has is a drawing knife, a skill in restoring calligraphy and paintings, and a soul from a thousand years later.
He wants to live. He wanted to fix every painting. He wanted to leave something behind in the torrent of history.
"Paintings last longer than people." An old man told him. And he spent his life proving that the reason why paintings can last forever is because there are people in every generation who refuse to let go.
The story of a framer who protected civilization in the late Northern Song Dynasty.
---Motivation for writing, I will try my best to tell every story well!
