During the Republic of China, officer Chen Yusheng met actor Shen Tingyun by chance.
One is a soldier who licks blood from his knife, and the other is an actress who sings in Tsing Yi. He painted red in the background and looked behind the pillars. When I saw it, I saw it in my heart.
Later, he took him away from the ruined temple and placed him in a small courtyard in the west of the city. He waited for him to come back most of the night, waiting until the white fungus soup was cold, and he fell asleep on the desk.
He peeled chestnuts for him, and his ten fingers were stained black. He smiled and said, "I can't wash them off." He sang "Farewell My Concubine" to him, but stopped after singing only one sentence, saying that his "throat was sore."
He looked at him and thought: If only you were a woman.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew he was wrong. But the man just smiled, pulled his hand back, and said softly: "Sir, he's drunk."
The next day, he left. Go north, to where he fought, to the man he asked "does it hurt?"
He died on the road. In his pocket was a piece of paper with a drawing of a spear - the kind used by Overlord, eight feet long.
Many years later, Chen Yusheng stood in front of his grave and finished singing the half line of the opera.
"Tingyun, I learned it. The whole book."
The wind blows and the leaves of the old locust tree rustle.
It's like someone is laughing. Very indifferent, as if he knew something, but also as if he didn't care about anything.
——Some people will only say one wrong thing in their lifetime.
Some people wait a lifetime for that wrong word.
Concept: misplaced love, belated life