Jian'an Style

In the third year of Jian'an, Chen Jian was conscripted into Sikong Mansion in Xudu and became an ordinary clerk in the clerk's office. His job is simple: copy the orders dictated by his superiors on the bamboo slips one stroke at a time. The boss said that he only needed to write the words well and not ask why. But he saw more and more secrets. He copied Xun Yu's memorial urging Cao Cao to "serve the emperor's orders and not be a minister"; he copied Guo Jialin's last plan before his death; he copied Kong Rong's last letter to Cao Cao before he was killed; he copied Cui Yan's words when he was unjustly killed. Confession; copy Xun Yu's words "I have no face" written after receiving the empty food box; copy Cao Zhi's "We are born from the same roots, why are we in such a hurry"; copy Cao Cao's last order before his death to let his wives and concubines learn to make shoes. He watched Guo Jia die of illness, Xun Yu committed suicide, Kong Rong was killed, and Cao Cao grew old. He watched with his own eyes the collapse of the Han Dynasty, the establishment of the Wei Dynasty, and the end of an era. He used a pen to record all the secrets that should not be forgotten during the more than 20 years of Jian'an. He is the most silent witness of this era. He knows too many secrets, but he can't tell them. It wasn't until he got old that he finally picked up a pen and wrote his own words—— "In the autumn of the 25th year of Jian'an, I returned to Kuaiji. The world is no longer Han, but I still have Jian'an in my heart." A pen can kill and save people. The humblest scribe can choose to remain silent, or he can choose to write the truth. This is the story of a little man who witnessed the entire Jian'an era with a pen. About heroes and heroes, about loyalty and betrayal, about living and remembering.