Introduction to the work
[Ancient proverb sadomasochism + revenge + first person + pipa]
In the third year of Cheng'an, on the night when everyone in the Xiao Mansion was executed, I broke a tooth in the dark pavilion. The mother blocked the door with her body, three arrows on her back, and her eyes were still open. I crawled past her and stepped on the blood in the cracks of the bricks with my bare feet. There was the sound of horse hooves outside the courtyard gate. White horse. Black cloak. One hand, long, clean, with white knuckles. The man looked down at the corpses in the courtyard and said, "Bury them."
I was six years old and I remember that hand.
Fourteen years later, I knelt in the Golden Palace holding my father's pipa. The hand on the dragon chair had white knuckles and was exactly the same as before. He said to me: "I heard that you are a master of your skills, please enjoy a song." I said: "Your Majesty, please all those who have drank the blood of my late father, please kneel down and listen to the end." He was right.
Plucked. The sound was the muffled sound of the secret cabinet door closing, the sound of the knife piercing the flesh and blood, and the sound of blood splattering on the banana leaves. Each sound is deeper than the last, and each sound is sharper than the last. I pressed everything I had for fourteen years onto the string, until my fingertips bled, and until the string broke. No one in the palace dared to move their clothes. The emperor on the dragon throne clenched the armrests tightly, blood seeping from his fingers.
When the last string broke, I asked him a question.
He didn't answer. He will never be able to answer it again in his life.
# Sadomasochism #Revenge #First Person #Pipa #BE
