Bianjing is a place of unparalleled splendor and splendor. Four sons once traveled together.
The string songs of the Imperial College and the glory of being named on the gold medal list were once a bright future within their reach. The youthful spirits, knowing each other and accompanying each other, think that the years are long enough to carry all the ambitions and innocence.
However, under the towering palace, the hottest light is often the first to be swallowed up by the shadows.
When the suspicion of the imperial power descends like frost, and when the shackles of paternal authority quietly tighten, the youthful friendship that once traveled side by side and admired the flowers together becomes tinged with frost every inch amid the sound of silk being ripped.
Who holds the pieces in the chess game? Who is staring at the abyss? Who uses gentleness as a blade? Who burns himself again?
A thin green shirt cannot carry a heavy burden; a man of great talent will eventually be trapped in a cage of ten thousand feet. Those stunningly talented and beautiful figures struggled, made choices, and said goodbye in the embers of the dusk of the prosperous age.
"Shen Yi" is hard to find, and the "thin edge" has been broken.
That encounter, which began in the most magnificent time, eventually became an elegy for the eternal silence of the mountains and rivers.
Intention: All living beings play chess, and all living beings play chess.
