I am an actor, and I only sing and talk. How can you believe that I am deeply affectionate?
These were the last words Su Yan said to Gu Qingcheng, and Gu Qingcheng left Jiangnan in frustration. Ten years have passed. Ten years later, Gu Qingcheng and his beloved wife returned to the south of the Yangtze River. The misty pavilion was still there. Gu Qingcheng stood in front of the stage where he once listened to the opera, recalling the events of the past to his wife.
I was cleaning the stage at that time, and Gu Qingcheng came forward, "Mother-in-law, Yan'er..."
I recognized this man, and from his eyes, I could see that he was still thinking of Su Yan, but I didn't answer his words and said something incomprehensible: "If you are not an actor, how can you express true feelings?"
"Mother-in-law, I don't quite understand what you mean." Gu Qingcheng was very confused, but I couldn't explain much. These words were the last words Su Yan left before she died.
"After the stick of incense, there will be a play about Farewell My Concubine. You can stay and watch the play, or you can leave." After I finished speaking, I continued to clean the stage.
I don't know if he can learn anything, or he may live in confusion for the rest of his life. However, even if all this is explained clearly, it is useless. It would be better not to know anything.
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