The lyrics of the play say: "Mandarin ducks and butterflies fly together, and the spring scenery in the garden is intoxicating."
But my life, Wen Mutao, is not about the peonies in the garden, but a lonely peach tree in the backyard of a deep house.
Until that rainy night, he broke into my world like a strong wind and disturbed a pool of spring water.
He is a dandy who returned from studying abroad, and he is a rebellious son in the eyes of the world, but he is the only fire in my lonely life.
The high-walled ethics and the terrifying worldliness have all become footnotes to this forbidden love.
When the mandarin ducks on the stage come true, when the temperature of the fingertips burns the reason, will we sink in the sea of desire, or will we reach nirvana in the calamity of love?
This is not a romantic anecdote, but a dangerous and sweet addiction in which the body and mind are at stake.
