Death of Liu Yong
by Feng Minfei
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The lights in Xinle Building are no longer red, the wine is no longer green, it is all plain, and the door is covered with white flowers. The place where singing and dancing used to be a peaceful place became my mourning hall. The spiritual tablets that had been idle for more than twenty years actually came into use, and my name was restored to Liu Qi. After hearing the news, women from other brothels also came to express their condolences. They cried: For thousands of years, countless men have gone to brothels, but how many of them really love us? One after another, brothels and brothels went out of business and set up mourning halls for me. The place where birds sang and danced in the past became a place where ghosts cried and gods wept, and the sky was dark.
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