An inkstone teaches him "Ning".
A button promised him "safety".
But he walked alone into the deepest night of the late Qing Dynasty, letting his ideal engulf his gentle body.
The jade buckle is still warm, the ink is not yet dry, and the person who put the lamp is gone.
Only later did Aning understand that the young master had devoted everything he had to teaching him how to live an upright life in a world without him.
The night is not over yet, but someone has become a permanent light.
Intention: When the salary is exhausted, the fire will spread.