Ha, Laugh at That Man, the Widow Has Not Forgotten the Man.

The expression is spread out, the ink marks hurt Turn around quickly, staggering The cup is like a mirror, reflecting the hesitation Blood-streaked, the shadow of tears is long It's not that the strong wine hurts the human organ, The past dust is like poison that breaks the heart.

Scene: Prisoner in Luoyang, on the sickbed. The dusk is dark and the chill is penetrating your bones. The elderly Liu Chan's breathing was weak, and his consciousness was sinking into the final and deepest darkness. Scene: It is not a magnificent palace, nor is it the bleak autumn wind of Wuzhangyuan. But the quiet bamboo forest behind the Prime Minister's Mansion on the outskirts of Chengdu. The moonlight shines like mercury on the ground, the bamboo shadows dance, and the air is filled with the fresh smell of grass and earth. This is the silhouette of the last trace of peace before the reincarnation begins. It is the warm place about the father-in-law and family that Liu Chan treasures deepest in his heart. Character: Zhuge Liang. He was wearing regular clothes, his feather fan was resting lightly on the stone table, and he was looking gently at the young man Liu Chan opposite. The image of Liu Chan in the dream is that of the ignorant young Adou when he first came to the throne. Zhuge Liang's eyes are clear and wise, and have not yet been completely eroded by the weight of reincarnation and the wind and frost of the years. There is a usual, reassuring smile at the corner of his mouth. Character: Liu Bei. He was sitting next to Zhuge Liang, wearing simple imperial uniforms. He was pointing at the map spread out on the stone table with great interest, his voice was loud and full of hope. After taking Longyou, the troops will be directed towards Chang'an! At that time, my son will be stationed in Chengdu, and my second and third brothers and I will join forces and march to the Central Plains! The revival of Yanhan is just around the corner! Adou, what do you think? His eyes burned with the brilliance of ideals, which was the purest desire at the beginning of the founding of the Shu Han Dynasty. Character: Zhang Fei. He stood behind Liu Bei, with a leopard head and eyes, and a curly beard and halberd. When Yan Han heard Xing Fu, his face turned red with excitement, his fists clenched, and a low growl erupted from his throat, as if he was about to rush out and fight in the next second. Character: Guan Yu. He stood on the other side, his red eyes narrowed slightly, his hand stroking his long beard, his expression calm. Although he said nothing, he nodded slightly, his eyes flashing, obviously he was also very excited and agreed with his elder brother's grand plan. The soul of the elderly Liu Chan, carrying the fatigue, memories and unforgettable guilt of seven reincarnations, quietly appeared in this bamboo forest like an invisible wind. Looking at the vivid and hopeful scene in front of him, the huge grief was like a flood that burst a dam, instantly washing away all his reason and pretense. Father-in-law! ! ! A heart-rending cry is no longer the title of an emperor, but the most helpless call of a child. The figure of young Adou in the dream blurred and disappeared, replaced by the white-haired and emaciated An Le Gong. Using all his strength, he staggered towards the Yue Bai Fengqing figure behind the stone case. In the astonished eyes of Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, Liu Chan knelt down heavily in front of Zhuge Liang. He hugged Zhuge Liang's legs with both hands, like a drowning man grabbing the last driftwood. He buried his wrinkled face deeply into Zhuge Liang's robe, his thin shoulders trembled violently, and the tears that had been suppressed for countless reincarnations poured down like heavy rain, instantly soaking the moon-white cloth. Oh... Xiangfu... Xiangfu... I'm sorry for you... I'm sorry for everyone... The voice was hoarse and broken, mixed with desperate sobs. It's all my fault... It's all my fault... It's me who hurt you... I hurt everyone... Wuwuwu... Zhuge Liang's body quickly calmed down after the initial shock. The clarity in his eyes that had not experienced reincarnation faded instantly, and was replaced by a deep compassion that understood everything and transcended life and death. He was not surprised or refused, he just sighed deeply and long. That sigh seemed to carry the weight of seven reincarnations, traveling through the dust of time and space. He slowly raised his hand, gently stroking Liu Chan's gray and messy hair with endless tenderness and exhaustion, just like he had comforted the young master countless times. Your Majesty... Zhuge Liang's voice was low and hoarse, with power beyond dreams. I don't blame you... Old minister... I have never regretted it.

Liu Bei was stunned by this sudden change. He stood up suddenly and watched as his son, who should have been young and strong, turned into a dying old man who was crying heartbrokenly. The grand plan of reviving Yanhan was instantly thrown out of the window. The huge heartache and confusion occupied his entire mind. Adou! My son! What's wrong? Get up! Get up! Liu Bei hurriedly walked around the stone table, squatted down, and wanted to help Liu Chan up with his rough hands, but he did not dare to use force. He was heartbroken when he saw his son crying so hard that he almost lost his breath. Don't cry, don't cry! Adou don't cry! Tell Father, who bullied you? Are they those people from Luoyang? Father, let me vent your anger on your behalf! Liu Bei was so anxious that his words were incoherent, and the imperial majesty was gone, leaving only an ordinary father who was helpless when his beloved son collapsed. He patted Liu Chan on the back and comforted him awkwardly. Suddenly captured the recurring feelings of Xingfu Yanhan and Sorry in Liu Chan's crying. Is it... Is it too difficult to revive the Han Dynasty? Liu Bei asked eagerly. Seeing his son's painful and desperate look, a father's most instinctive doting overwhelmed all his ambitions. He almost blurted it out, with a decisive abandonment. Okay, okay! Adou is not afraid! Not happy anymore! We are no longer interested in restoring the Han Dynasty! As long as you are well and safe, we will not revive you! Can! Absolutely! Father, I promise you! He repeated eagerly, as if as long as his son could stop crying, this ideal that had consumed his entire life, this fundamental meaning of Shu Han's existence, could be abandoned without hesitation. What? ! Brother! What nonsense are you talking about? ! Zhang Fei's eyes were as wide as a bell, and he couldn't believe his ears. Not interested in restoring the Han Dynasty? He was so anxious that he scratched his head and scratched his head, stamping his feet on the spot, his huge body like a restless iron tower. How is this possible! How can this work! Why did we become sworn brothers in Taoyuan? Brother, have you forgotten? Second brother, please say something! Zhang Fei roared so fast that spittle almost spurted out, waving his big hands like cattail leaf fans. Just when Zhang Fei was about to rush forward to argue, a steady and strong hand with a green sleeve covered his mouth like lightning. Hmm! Uh-huh! Zhang Fei was caught off guard, and the rest of his words were stuck in his throat, and he could only let out an angry groan. Guan Yu did not know when he had already flashed to Zhang Fei's side. His face was as solemn as iron, and his Danfeng eyes were fixed on the crying Liu Chan and the panic-stricken Liu Bei, especially Zhuge Liang's calm but seemingly penetrating eyes. From this bizarre scene, Guan Yu felt an indescribable heaviness and sadness that spanned life and death. He understood that Adou's pain at this moment was by no means ordinary. Third brother, keep silent. Guan Yu's voice was low and majestic, carrying undoubted power. Feng Mu glanced at Zhang Fei. There was understanding, heaviness, and deep fear of the strange and sad scene in front of him. He shook his head slowly, indicating to Zhang Fei that this was not the time for an argument. Under the rare stern look from his second brother, Zhang Fei's arrogance suddenly disappeared. He looked at his nephew who was crying almost to death, at his eldest brother who was helpless, and then at the terrifyingly calm military advisor. The impatience and confusion in his heart finally turned into a heavy and frustrated sigh. He no longer struggled, but turned his head unwillingly, his chest rising and falling violently. In the bamboo forest, only Liu Chan's heart-rending cry, Liu Bei's incoherent comforting voice, and Zhuge Liang's heavy yet gentle caress were left. Liu Chan hugged Zhuge Liang's legs tightly, as if he wanted to squeeze all his seven lifetimes of regret, loneliness and endless admiration into this final hug. He could feel the faint but real warmth coming from under his father's robe. Father... I... I'm so tired... I really want to... Go home... Liu Chan's crying gradually became fainter, and his breath became shorter and shorter. Endless fatigue overwhelmed him like a tide. Zhuge Liang's hand paused and stroked Liu Chan's white hair, with endless pity and final farewell. Your Majesty... His voice was as light as a feather, with a hint of relief and emptiness. ... Go to sleep. Now that everything is over, I have nothing to worry about... Just... Go back. The moment the words fell, the moonlight in the bamboo forest began to become hazy. The figures of Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei gradually faded away like ink. Zhuge Liang's body also seemed to turn from solid to weak, and only his pair of deep and compassionate eyes gave Liu Chan a deep and final look. The warmth is dissipating and the light is fading. Great peace accompanies the ultimate nothingness, gently wrapping Liu Chan. The dream ends. Scene: Luoyang prison cell, on the hospital bed. The tears on the elderly Liu Chan's face were not yet dry, but there was a child-like smile of peace and relief at the corner of his mouth. The last breath was quietly cut off. In the cold cell, there seemed to be a long sigh that traveled through time and space. ---