Live Forever for a Hundred Years and Send Everyone Away

He lived for a hundred years and sent everyone away. In 184, Changshe. When Chen Ye climbed out of the pile of corpses, he thought he was just the lucky one to survive. Later he found out it wasn't. Others would die if they were hit by arrows, but he would not. Every time he wakes up from near death, he gains ten more years of life. But there will be one person missing in my mind - first forgetting the face, then forgetting the name, and finally not even remembering what he said. So he started collecting relics. A Niu is sixteen years old. Yesterday he told him that he would go home to see his mother after the war. Today I was lying in the mud, with my lips parted, and stopped mid-shouting. Chen Ye untied a straw rope from Ah Niu's waist. It was roughly braided and had a crooked knot at the end. He put the straw rope into the cloth bag. Later, there were paper circles, wooden hairpins, military badges, iron spoons, burnt ship wood, old military shoes with worn soles... Everything was worthless. But each one reminds him of someone he has almost forgotten. He lived from the Yellow Turban to Montenegro, from Guandu to Chibi, and from the Three Kingdoms to the return of the world to Jin. Send away all comrades. Sold away three relationships. He sent away Cao Cao, Liu Bei, Sun Quan, and Zhuge Liang—all the people of an era were dead, but he was still there. On the day when the final battle ended, he squatted on the slope, opened the bag, and took it out one by one. He could no longer pronounce some of the names. But the hand remembers the feel of everything. Someone walked up the slope behind me. She has walked thousands of miles, her hair is all white, and she is holding the crooked little wine glass in her hand. One hundred years, one cloth bag, twenty relics.