Leave No Name in History, Live Forever for Two Thousand Years

He was once a frustrated master of archeology. He brushed the bricks and tiles of Qin and Han dynasties with his fingertips, thinking that history was just cold words in a pile of old papers. Accidentally traveled through the late Warring States period and was granted immortality. At first, he carried the prophet of two thousand years in his heart and was full of passion to save the world. He wanted to save the 400,000 dead souls in Changping, to stop the raging flames of burning books, and to help Su ascend the throne and build a peaceful and prosperous age. But he tried his best, but what he got in exchange was the bones of his relatives and friends, the crushing of the times, and the powerlessness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow when the wheels of history rolled over his body. He watched his lover turn to dust, watched his best friend drink his sword and commit suicide, and watched everything he had built with his own hands turn into scorched earth during the change of dynasties. When all the passion was ground into cold iron by thousands of years, and when all the obsessions were reduced to ashes due to repeated failures, he finally understood - the general trend of history is overwhelming. He put away his sharp edge and hid behind the scenes. He walked through the bright moon of Qin and Han Dynasties, saw the prosperity of Tang and Song Dynasties, listened to the evening drums of Ming and Qing Dynasties, and survived the blood and tears of modern times. He quietly took action at every critical node in history, not to overturn the world, but to save one more person who did not deserve to die in the torrent and make up for one more regret that was engraved in his bones and blood. Two thousand two hundred years later, when the five-star red flag was rising in Tiananmen Square, he stood in the crowd and watched this prosperous age turn out as he wished. It turns out that he was never a rewriter of history. He is a witness to history and a night watchman of civilization. He is the man who walked alone with a lamp for more than two thousand years in the long night.