He was indignant. He refused to accept it! He was an actor, but he was a person too, not a plaything for the wealthy!
Did the young master who once praised him as “honest and virtuous, possessed of great moral character” still remember him?
Would the eldest young master, who used to silently write down, “I urge you to drink one more cup; west of Yangguan, you’ll have no old friends,” keep him in his heart?
Once, his life was worth only ten taels of silver, barely enough to bury his short-lived second mother.
Once, he traveled far and wide with a troupe, and was eventually sold in the capital. Even then, he was still just an actor...
Could the brothers he had met truly remain brothers for life?
Where was the mother he had never met in all his life?
Where should he give up on an attachment he should never have held onto?
Or should he never give up at all?
Life is like a dream. Had he dreamed through an entire lifetime, or had his whole life become a dream?
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Shishu is not a bad person but he harmed JIN twice. . I always thought I had read this article. . Maybe it's because the name is so familiar. . Although everyone has his own ending. . Happiness is all. It's okay to be unlucky. . It's just a pain for us who read the article. . There was a feeling of exhaustion after being overly frightened and then realizing it was a joke. . Empty. . Feeling distressed.
Don't leave me alone..."
At this time in my life, I, Pu Zhongzai, will not eat anything except the rice cooked by Zheng Bijiao!
But when her heart was full of words, she couldn't say any of them. Huixing just let Jun Jin hold her hand. Holding my son's hand, growing old together with him, being able to stand in a house with just the two of them on this sunny morning after snow, looking at his slightly naughty smiling face, holding his generous palm, I am so lucky in life, what more can I ask for?
The man looked at the comet dragging a lame leg, struggling to get closer to him, and couldn't help but run over. When did the short ten-foot road become so long? Of
That smiling face is full of the vicissitudes of life, and deeply engraved with loneliness...
I have him in my heart, he has me in his heart
In the bustling wine shop, no one looked at the haggard man with his head deeply buried in the corner, and no one noticed that there was a slow-moving blind man who stopped here for a short time outside the door. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the cold wind pushed a sheet of snow down hard...
I hope my mother will forgive me for being an unfaithful and unfilial son. Just pretend that I never had a child and that I died in the wilderness two years ago. Let me go, let me go..."
The two people, who had already understood each other's thoughts, stood quietly like this, with nothing to say.