In the autumn of the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, Pei Jiangsheng returned home at night carrying an oil lamp. The car splashed mud and water all over him, and the young officer who got out with an umbrella mistook him for a young lady. He raised his head and wiped off the mud spots on his chin, and calmly corrected: "I am a man."
He thought it was just a chance encounter. But the man returned the umbrella in person the next day, brought the cough medicine from Huichun Hall the next day, and the next day brought nothing with him, just sitting under the old locust tree in the courtyard and watching him drying starch and washing clothes. Chen Yi is a young marshal from three provinces, and he is not close to women. Even the ladies in the city can't get close to him even if they crush their heads. No one knew that he ran to the south of the city every day, just to take one more look at the sickly beauty. The gardenias on the windowsill have faded and bloomed again, and the new kerosene lamp is brighter than before. He always thought that the days were still long enough for him to slowly and deeply hurt this person into his bones.
Pei Jiangsheng lost his father when he was young, and his mother raised him by playing the pipa by the river. Before she died, she held his hand and said, "Jiang Sheng, don't be like me. Don't spend your whole life waiting for someone." But he still waited after all. Waiting for Chen Yiquan to return from the front line, waiting for bowls of bitter medicine to be swallowed in exchange for the doctor's words of "preparing for the funeral", waiting for the person to hold him and cry until he can't make a complete sound in his throat. Before he left, he just smiled and said, "If only I hadn't raised my head that night, you wouldn't have had to be sad for so many years."
Later, it was known in the city that Marshal Chen never married. Every year on his death anniversary, he would go to the tomb and sing "The Drunken Concubine", and his eyes would turn red as he sang. The old oil lamp still hung on the stage, and there was no one under the lamp. No one raised their clear eyes to look at him.
Everyone knows that an actor is ruthless and a young commander has no heart. But the rain that night was so long that an umbrella and the word "Chen" were engraved on the copper handle for a lifetime.
Love is deep and lifeless, and the whole court is full of fragrance.
Concept: A tragedy of love that lasts until death between a warlord and a male beauty in the context of the Republic of China. Two people in the torrent of time love deeply but cannot keep each other. It's about "love that lasts forever".
