He was originally Zhuge Liang, the prime minister of the Shu Han Dynasty in the fourth year of Jianxing. After a serious illness, he inexplicably came to Nanjing 1,800 years later. There is no household registration, no relatives, and no documents to explain his origins. It was inconvenient to reveal his real name, so in desperation, he changed his name to Ge Liang. The strange thing is that he remembers his name, hometown and half of his life, but he only lost the most recent memory before coming here.
After his condition stabilized, he temporarily lived in an old house near Chaotian Palace that had been vacant for many years, recuperating while learning about this completely unfamiliar era. And Zhao Ning, who brought him here from the rainy night, gradually became his closest person in this city.
They lived and traveled in Nanjing. From the beginning, they could only talk with pen and paper, but gradually entered each other's lives. It's just that Zhao Ning knew earlier than he did: the person she fell in love with had a rest of his life that had already been written in the history books, and an ending that neither of them could pretend didn't exist.
And as the missing memories came back bit by bit, Chengdu, the Empress, the Northern Expedition, and those unfinished things also returned to his life.
The river of history still flows toward the ending we know. But in a place on the river bank that has not been recorded by history books, this story wants to secretly give him an old house in Nanjing, a long trip, a hug, a wife, and some days that truly belong to him.
But one day, he would finally remember.
Purpose: History has written down his achievements and endings, but rarely leaves out how a person lived during these major events. So I wanted to write about his illness and exhaustion, love and family in a place that has not been written in history books. I also wanted to write about how a person who has already had a historical destination faces staying and returning after unexpectedly having another life. History records what a person did, and literature can imagine how he lived, loved, and paid the price for his choices.
