History Is Retreating from the Future

Chen Shoutian dug up the tombstone forty years later in his wheat field. He is the owner of the tomb, and the tablet says that he regards money as floating clouds. After reading this, the neighbor who owed him money was so moved that he turned around and ran away. What came back next was the city wall, the army, and the war that had not yet started. The future is becoming a relic, getting closer to today every day. History books tell him who will kill, epitaphs tell him who will die. But the "murderer" in front of him had just taken a risk and saved a child. When the destined massacre recedes at his doorstep, should he believe in the outcome that has been carved into the stone, or in the person standing in front of him?