The green dragon dies and the moon covers the market place with dust, and the tofu white frost covers up the red clothes.
Amidst the sound of gongs and drums as Hua Xiong was beheaded on the stage, the red-faced man selling tofu smiled calmly - that was his bloody past.
After twenty years of hiding his name, the grinding plate hides the skill of dragging the knife, and the fragrance of tofu is mixed with the blood stains of Maicheng.
The old friend came to find him and investigated secretly. The long knife wrapped in cloth reflected the moonlight again.
