Seventh Person

During the years in Tingyulou, people came and went like crucian carp crossing the river, but those six people are the only ones that are truly imprinted in my memory. In the most remote corner of the church, they prayed devoutly for strength. At dawn, the first ray of sunlight penetrates the glass, and between the light and shadow, the gears of fate turn quietly. After the dust settled, there was only one shadow left, walking alone in the cracks of time. I remember that on the snowy street, a white butterfly fluttered its wings and rose up to the sky, seemingly breaking free from the shackles of the world. On the chessboard, a person who was favored by fate was turned into a chess piece. After struggling hard, he finally became an outsider, watching this absurd world with cold eyes. In the hypocritical vanity fair, the only victorious young master has an unknown loneliness hidden behind his smile; among the ruins and rubble, the gangster who broke his promise is wandering on the edge of morality. There was also the person who longed to talk, who wrote down his confusion in a black notebook, and found a silent response in that tragedy. For the rest of the long time, it will be up to me, in this Tingyu Tower, to tell you in detail the joys and sorrows of these six people born in the same world, and their ups and downs in life.