The Third Piece of Firewood

That night, three young people gathered around a fire. One said: "Then I will be the first one." The other said: "You are always rushing to burn, so what should I do?" The youngest one smiled: "If one day, I hope I am the last piece of wood to support combustion." Later, the first one burned out and no bones were left. The second one fell in the valley to the north, with three hundred disciples behind it. The third root survived and became a traitor to the entire human race. Three thousand years later, a young man named Lin Jin picked up the note left by the third firewood among the embers of the fire. "Go forward and don't look back. The three of us are waiting for you in front."