A rickety old man trembled and took a thick book from the old bookshelf and spread it out in front of the table. The faint light on the table illuminates the heavy ink on the book, reflecting the traces of time. Across the table was a young man of sixteen or seventeen, staring intently at the old man's movements.

The old man sat down and said in a long tone: "Aurora's history has changed because of one person, who not only changed the appearance of the world, but also changed the fate of the people who live here. He is an out-and-out promoter of history, to use an ancient word, God, yes he is God. ”

The young man frowned and said, "But there are also scholars who believe that this catastrophe was caused by him, and no matter what he did, it was his duty. ”

The old man coughed and said vigorously, "Those people know a fart. In the dark night, some people choose to puff up their chests and die proudly, while others choose to bow their heads and live in humiliation. For heroes who died generously, they can be so cynical, which makes the old man despised. ”

The young man blinked and said, "But he abandoned us in the end." ”

The old man looked at the starry sky outside the window and murmured, "Who said he abandoned us? He lives forever in my heart." It would be a betrayal if we forget those who died. ”

He pointed to the yellowed pages of the thick book and said, "Let's start with the real history." Few people remember that long period of time, or it is human nature to forget. In those dark days, at the end of the smoke, the person who is still standing will always be the cloud god, he is a banner, a bright lamp to illuminate the soul of man......"