He has a badge in his arms. Left behind by my mother. She came to this era twenty years ago and never went back. History books say that Yu Ji only has one sentence: "There is a beautiful woman named Yu, and she is often lucky to follow her." He didn't believe it. He wanted to see who that woman was and what was hidden behind "Farewell My Concubine". He wanted to undo that ending if he could. He didn't know what he would encounter. All he knew was that the morning fog in Kuaiji that year was so heavy that he couldn't see the way forward. Standing in the fog, he heard the sound of looms in the distance, one after another, as if someone was asking him: Where are you from? You have the smell of time. He didn't know how to answer. It was many years later that he realized that the smell was not time, but fate. There was someone who had lived for him, someone who waited for him to ask, someone who didn't say his name until the end. The river wind blows like a shuttle on a loom. Back and forth. Everything is woven in, and everything is woven out.
