On the day the city fell, she played the gong as usual.
There was no one in the audience, except for one person sitting in the last row.
After listening to the entire play "The Drunken Concubine", he got up and left.
The next day, he came again and asked, "Will you sing "Farewell My Concubine" tomorrow?"
She has been singing Yu Ji all her life, but has never seen Bawang.
Later he stood at the foot of the stone steps, the brim of his hat was lowered, and the gun holster on his waist was polished to a shine.
Later she learned that he was a warlord who entered the city, a man who came with injuries and left with injuries.
The chore girl named Alian in the theater troupe, the person who always warmed her tea bowl, hid the answer to her half-life.
The cannon outside the city rang and stopped, and the gongs and drums in the theater stopped and started again.
She waited for him to come, for him to leave, for an unopened letter, and for the sword spike to be broken and the lion's eyes to be filled with frost.
That night he asked: "Will you still sing tomorrow?"
She sang.
He didn't finish.
Intention: The frost has fallen.
The play is still going on.
She didn't wait for anyone.
She was just singing her way through.