The modern archaeologist Chen Guizang died once.
In the fire before his death, he got the chance to go through it all over again.
From Qin to Qing, one generation and one dynasty.
During the Qin Dynasty, he was a prisoner of Lishan and buried the entire county's books under the book-burning order;
During the Han Dynasty, he hid a page of truth outside of "Historical Records" for Sima Qian in the beacon smoke at the frontier;
On a windy autumn night in Wuzhang, he received the Prime Minister's last document;
When chaos broke out in Yongjia, he took a boat of books across the river and crossed south with his clothes. Where the books were, China was there;
In front of Fengbo Pavilion, he spent half a day working on a posthumous document.
In every life, he repairs the most painful regrets of an era;
In every life, he buried the most precious things in the soil and left them to future generations.
It wasn't until two thousand years later that he returned to modern times and became an archaeologist again.
The first chime found in the exploration room was buried by Qin Shi himself.
Every cultural relic he unearthed was buried by his own hands in ten lifetimes.
And in every life, he would meet the same person.
Would you trade ten lifetimes for seeing someone again?
