Looking at the sun and moon, I think for a long time. The clouds of the road are far away, can the clouds come? ——"The Book of Songs·Pheasant"
Our story begins during the Jian'an period.
Among the many legendary stories of Ji Han, our story is not particularly legendary; what's more, Ji Han did not have a historian, so I am probably the only one who still remembers the memories that belong to us.
So when I was bored, I started to miss him. I thought about him so much that I started to write down those memories that were still warm. If he knew it, he would be surprised: Ah Jiao has always disliked writing, so why did he actually write a book?
Yes, I am not a person who likes writing.
But, on that night when the moon is as bright as frost and the autumn wind blows,
The memories are too long and he is too unforgettable.
Intention: Walking together in troubled times, Ji Han sticks to it