Deep in the ancient town, on a dilapidated stage, Xu Guanlan, the inheritor of Qingxi Opera, sang "Jingmeng" to an empty audience every day. His left hand was slightly curled up due to injury, hidden in his sleeve, and his heart was hidden deeper.
Until He Zhiyi, who had just arrived in the ancient town to teach, curiously opened the wooden door of Lanyin Society - she could not understand the opera, but she understood his loneliness. She drew his back with a paintbrush, and also used a bowl of hot soup, a packet of Chinese medicine, and countless late-night waits to knock on the locked door of his heart little by little.
They walked this road for more than two years. She drew hundreds of sketches of him, and he collected every inconspicuous moment of hers. She taught him to say "thank you" and he learned to say "it better be you". He used data to express the most touching oath, and she used a paintbrush to paint the four seasons and new life for endangered dramas.
This is a heart-warming story about intangible inheritance and self-redemption.
Because I am seen, I am no longer lonely; because there are people in the audience, the play will continue to sing.
Intention: Being seen is the best healing. Becoming light is the best inheritance. Many things may not necessarily have results, but waiting itself is meaningful, and doing itself is meaningful. All the persistence day after day will eventually wait for the spring to bloom at the end of time.