The first play he heard in his life was called "The Drunken Concubine". On the stage, the concubine was colorfully dressed, her sleeves were fluttering and closing, her waist was as soft as boneless, her brows were full of hope, her singing voice was round and bright, like beads falling on a jade plate. Suddenly, he saw a corner of his mouth curled up, a faint smile, a drunken laziness, and every step seemed to be in ecstasy.
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