Dust Looking at Mountains and Rivers

It rained like the sky was leaking. Lin Fan hugged the "History of the Five Dynasties" he had just borrowed from the library, put the canvas bag on his head, and rushed into the rain in embarrassment. The neon lights of the city distorted into a blurry sea of ​​light on the wet asphalt road, and the sound of horns sounded dull and anxious amidst the sound of rain. Just around the corner, he saw the ball. A red ball rolled into the middle of the road. Then a small figure with braids chased after him. The screeching sound of tires scraping against the ground pierced the sound of rain. Lin Fan barely had time to think, as his body had already jumped out before his consciousness. A huge force slammed into his side, and the world instantly turned around. The book in his arms flew out, and the pages were scattered and soaked in mud and water. Severe pain hit him, and his consciousness was quickly withdrawn. The last thing that caught his eye was the figure of a child being held tightly by his parents back to a safe area on the street, and a line of words in the open history book: "... Liang Zu (Zhu Wen) plundered with his troops, and the red land of Bianzhou was thousands of miles away..." The darkness swallowed him. But the next moment, a deeper darkness came surging with unspeakable chaotic scenes: countless floating corpses rolling in the turbid Yellow River water, broken battle flags burning in the smoke, the wails of women and children, the collision of swords, the wilderness full of starvation... An extremely bloody and chaotic piece of history was roughly stuffed into his mind. The last perception was a sharp and fragile cry, as if it was right next to my ears and coming from the depths of my soul. And a male voice laughing wildly: "Hahaha! My son! Born when my great cause is about to be accomplished, good! Good!"