Eighteen-year-old Jiang Li was forced to marry the son of the old Zhang family by her parents.
But under her pillow was fifty yuan and a copy of "The Peony Pavilion".
Before he died, my grandfather said: "Lizi, there is the soul of Du Liniang between your eyebrows."
That night, she climbed over the courtyard wall, carried her little belongings and went straight to the theater troupe in the provincial capital.
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The troupe owner said that she was "a girl who cannot support the stage";
The warlord commander in the audience handed over a message: "Boss Jiang is invited to come to his house for a concert."
The chaotic world is like a knife, and everyone is forcing her to bow her head.
But Jiang Li slapped the copper plate on the table and shook off his sleeves:
"Du Liniang can die for love, and I can live for drama."
