The System Forced Me to Watch the Death Scene of the Male God

I, Su Jianwei, a cultural relic restorer, have an infinite love for history, even if I died suddenly at three o'clock in the morning, still holding the tiger charm to be restored in my hand. When I opened my eyes again, I was bound to a [Scavenger System]. The system said: Your mission is to travel back to the historical scene, personally record the big names who are famous in history, and fill in the blanks in the history books, but you are only allowed to watch, and you are not allowed to interfere. I:? ? ? You call this a mission! Isn't this a reward? First stop, the Han Dynasty. I became a military doctor. History writes that Huo Qubing is the God of War. He was given the title of Xu at the age of twenty-four and died young. He was jealous of the talented people. The Huo Qubing I saw: he would be injured and have a fever, he would stare at the stars in a daze, he would give her northern Xinjiang stones and say "keep me in mind", and on the eve of the expedition, he would say to me hesitantly: "When I come back after I have wiped out the remaining enemies, I will tell you everything that is on my mind." In the end, I didn't even see his body. High IQ, high empathy, kind-hearted, academically dominant medical girl × decisive and decisive in killing, restrained and tolerant young general The second stop is the Tang Dynasty. I became Li Bai's distant grandniece. Li Bai is written in history: a poet, romantic and uninhibited, depressed in his later years, drunk to death. The Li Bai I met: He would hug me and cry when he was drunk, saying, "Grandpa, I was so happy and lonely in this life." He would hold my little hand and teach me how to write, muttering, "Your handwriting is much better than those idiots in the court." I watched him fall into the river, but there was nothing I could do. Calm little granddaughter × old naughty grandpa The third stop is the Song Dynasty. I am not even a human being anymore, I have become a homing pigeon raised by Lu You. History writes about Lu You: a patriotic poet who never forgot to recover the Central Plains until his death, but died with regret. I met Lu You: He talked to me every day about his regrets for Tang Wan and his hatred for the court, and burned me manuscripts of poems that he couldn't write. He said: "You are the only one left in this world who listens to me." When he died, I stopped on his cold window lattice. The fourth stop and the fifth stop... To be added I carry the memories of future generations, but I can only be a mute spectator, writing down their laughter and tears in one stroke. I thought it was just a dispassionate "historian" job. Until the system finally reveals the final mission... Pick up things, pick up things, pick up the warmth that has been missed by the writings of history books, and make up for the emotions that have been diluted by the torrent of time. Hello, I am Su Jianwei, a scavenger. Learn from the past and know the future, see the smallest things and know the past. Learn about history at the bottom of things, know the writings in the depths of darkness. The author is a liberal arts student. This article is based on the framework of official history. The approximate time and story line are consistent with history, and it involves a large amount of text content that restores historical details. Everyone is welcome to research and discuss it together. Some of the content is based on historical fiction processing, and you will be given reminders when writing. This is my first time writing an online article. Please bear with me and support me. Thank you all! Purpose: The history books record his achievements for thousands of years. I pick up the tenderness of his flesh and blood and the unfinished dreams of rivers and mountains.