I Am Sewing in the Human World in Qilu

He handed Guan Zhong a bowl of water on the streets of Linzi; He listened to Confucius lecture beside the apricot altar; He had a tea stall at the entrance of Jixia Academy for forty years; While he was burning books and harassing Confucian scholars, he secretly hid several volumes of bamboo slips. He doesn't fight for hegemony, he doesn't claim to be king, he doesn't ascend, he doesn't fight. "Spring and Autumn" has been passed down, and "The Analects of Confucius" has been passed down. Those things that should have disappeared have not disappeared because of his existence. This is a story about a loose immortal walking in the gaps of history. What you see is history, what he sees is - seams.