Qin Chuan, a has-been outdoor anchor, has been working for two years without success, so he decided to make a last-ditch effort to visit wild graves at night and do his last live broadcast.
The tomb was dug and there was no gold or silver in the tomb, only paintings all over the walls. The painting depicts a modern scene: a man talking to himself on his mobile phone, walking on a mountain road with a bag on his back, and standing in front of a stone monument. The man was wearing a jacket, the same one he was wearing tonight.
His name is engraved on the bamboo slips, recording things he has not experienced yet. There were no bones in the coffin, only a mobile phone. 1% Battery. The lock screen wallpaper was a photo of him and a strange woman—in the photo, he was older than he is now, with steady eyes; the woman's face was pressed against his shoulder, and her smile was as light as the mist in the morning.
He doesn't know her.
New words began to appear on the bamboo slips: "Tomorrow, one person will die in the ancient tomb in the western suburbs." The phone turned on by itself, and a message appeared on the screen, "The deceased is not you. But her name has begun to fade." The edges of the woman in the photo are extremely transparent.
An archeology professor from Peking University was connected to the live broadcast room. After seeing the mural, he was silent for a long time and said two words: "Echo." Someone deep in the tomb carved a line of words: "The visitor is Qinchuan. The destination is known. When you read these words, I have already seen your ending." The signature is the name of a Warring States warlock, 2,200 years ago.
Qin Chuan doesn't know who wrote his future two thousand years ago. He only knew that the prophecies on the bamboo slips were tightening one by one, and the woman he didn't know yet was fading little by little in the photo.
Intention: Destiny writes the beginning for you, but how you get to the ending is your own business. A person's true freedom does not lie in being able to change his destiny, but in knowing everything and still having the courage to choose to be himself. Remember and be remembered, eternity and the present - the true meaning of time is not in its length, but in whether you have truly lived every moment that belongs to you.